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entrancelogs2016-09-02 04:54 pm
mettatonvevo) wrote in entrancelogs2016-09-02 04:54 pm
[OPEN] I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Who: Mettaton, Mirror Mettaton, and YOU!
Where: Mettaton’s Room and then the rest of Wonderland!
When: September 1st (backdated shhh)
Rating: PG-13 but will probably go higher because Mirrors, am I right?
Summary: Mirror Mettaton has been DYING to get his hands on his real for awhile now. Real Mettaton has no idea that this is a thing and consequently suffers for it.
The Story:
It’s a usual day for Mettaton. Wake up, check his systems, run diagnostics, decide on an outfit (or not), then touch up anything on his body that might not be up to his standard. Despite those last few parts hinging on using his full-body mirror, he’s not too worried about it. His mirror and he have a deal, after all. They help each other look good and then carry on with their days, with the mirror covered in a beautiful white throw blanket after that. (They decided together what kind of thing would cover it.) All in all, it’s typical.
Until he finds an invitation to a house party on his bedside desk and he goes to his mirror for his routine. It’s not immediate to him that the glass has been removed from his mirror. All he sees when he finally stands in front of it and looks at it is his reflection. Nothing strange or off about it. It smiles when he smiles, moves when he moves, and the room behind it looks just like his. So he does his thing. Adjusts any plates that need adjusting, fixes his gloves, re-styles his hair. It’s all going well; even if his reflection seems a bit slow with responding to him suddenly.
Wait. What?
His hands stop their hair ministrations, falling to his sides as his “reflection” grins and continues fixing his hair.
“Don’t let me stop you, darling. We were both doing so well, after all.”
The Real Mettaton gapes, stunned and unmoving as his Mirror reaches out and gently tucks a stray piece of hair on his face behind his ear. “It’s best to move that. We don’t want our beautiful eyes to be covered.”
Mettaton lets out a strangled yell, pulling himself away just before his Mirror’s hands, gentle and soft when they initially reached, now with his fingers clawed and outstretched, grab at his neck. He stumbles backwards, knocking over one of his tables and the journals on it onto the floor, tripping on them and landing on the ground as well.
“How is this happening? How is this happening???” he cries out, well and truly terrified as his Mirror takes a languid step into his room, looking around as he does.
“I’m not quite sure myself, but the Queen seems to have allowed us the freedom to walk around as we please, both Real and Mirror alike. She can be gracious like that.” He says the last part with a careless air as his attention is oddly focused on the closet for a moment.
Mettaton wants to be running, bolting for the door, anything but sprawled on the floor like his legs have lost all ability to move. But he doesn’t get what he wants, as his mirror looks away from the closet and advances on him.
“Our little truce has been nice and all, but honestly? I miss you. A lot. I want to talk to you more, BE with you more! And this event is just the time for that! This is absolutely wonderful for both of us!”
Is he trembling? Mettaton might be trembling. His mirror shakes his head, grinning like a mad man.
“You don’t have to be afraid! We’re going to be great friends, don’t you see? We won’t need anyone else in the world. Just us.”
This finally rouses something akin to courage in Mettaton’s heart, though it’s more disgruntled pettiness than anything else. “Look, I know I’m self-absorbed, but not even I could live my whole life just talking to myself all day. That’s unrealistic.”
His Mirror’s face falls, becoming more serious. “What if there was no one else who ever wanted to talk to you? What if it there was only me?”
A deep sense of dread wells up inside Mettaton, leaking out of his mouth and causing him to stutter. “L-Luckily that’s not how things are here. There are plenty of other people for me to speak to-“
His mirror pounces quickly, wrestling Mettaton down with only a small yelp from the Real as the Mirror reaches over him and stretches his arms towards the closet, where there is a small wad of fabric and rope conveniently waiting for him. “Wonderland really knows how to give you what you want," the mirror muses happily as he wrenches his real's body down. "It’s one of the nicer things about it.”
Mettaton thrashes as hard as he can, endeavoring to try and push himself- no, his Mirror- off of his body. “You bastard, how dare you touch me!!” he cries out as he tries to fight against arms that wrap like his own, circling him in. He opens his mouth to say something more scathing, something more dramatic and interesting, but it becomes an angry muffled yell when his Mirror stuffs the gag into his mouth, tying it around his head and shoving his face into the carpet as he makes quick work of tying Mettaton’s arms and legs together.
When his work is complete, Mettaton’s Mirror grins proudly. “Now, I know this is a bit uncomfortable, but the thing is that you can’t be trusted. So I’m going to go out and take care of some things. When I come back, you and I are going to have a chat about your plans to stay here in Wonderland forever. It’s going to be riveting, I promise.”
He rolls his Real under his bed, chuckling at the muffled screams and curses that float out from underneath it. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone~!”
He stands up then, dusting himself off a bit, fixing his hair and boots and adjusting his gloves so that he looks in tip top shape. Without any further glances behind him, Mettaton’s Mirror walks out into the hall, intent on ruining everyone and anyone’s good opinion of Mettaton.
((OOC: Wanna run into Mirror Mettaton? Wanna rescue Real Mettaton? Here’s a place to do it! Just mention it in subject who you want and I’ll get the ball rolling! Want to interact with Mettaton or his Mirror but this post doesn’t strike your fancy? That’s fine! I’ll be posting top levels for them for the various other parties and mingles set after this debacle. Mettaton’s getting out from under that bed regardless of if he’s rescued or not.))
Where: Mettaton’s Room and then the rest of Wonderland!
When: September 1st (backdated shhh)
Rating: PG-13 but will probably go higher because Mirrors, am I right?
Summary: Mirror Mettaton has been DYING to get his hands on his real for awhile now. Real Mettaton has no idea that this is a thing and consequently suffers for it.
The Story:
It’s a usual day for Mettaton. Wake up, check his systems, run diagnostics, decide on an outfit (or not), then touch up anything on his body that might not be up to his standard. Despite those last few parts hinging on using his full-body mirror, he’s not too worried about it. His mirror and he have a deal, after all. They help each other look good and then carry on with their days, with the mirror covered in a beautiful white throw blanket after that. (They decided together what kind of thing would cover it.) All in all, it’s typical.
Until he finds an invitation to a house party on his bedside desk and he goes to his mirror for his routine. It’s not immediate to him that the glass has been removed from his mirror. All he sees when he finally stands in front of it and looks at it is his reflection. Nothing strange or off about it. It smiles when he smiles, moves when he moves, and the room behind it looks just like his. So he does his thing. Adjusts any plates that need adjusting, fixes his gloves, re-styles his hair. It’s all going well; even if his reflection seems a bit slow with responding to him suddenly.
Wait. What?
His hands stop their hair ministrations, falling to his sides as his “reflection” grins and continues fixing his hair.
“Don’t let me stop you, darling. We were both doing so well, after all.”
The Real Mettaton gapes, stunned and unmoving as his Mirror reaches out and gently tucks a stray piece of hair on his face behind his ear. “It’s best to move that. We don’t want our beautiful eyes to be covered.”
Mettaton lets out a strangled yell, pulling himself away just before his Mirror’s hands, gentle and soft when they initially reached, now with his fingers clawed and outstretched, grab at his neck. He stumbles backwards, knocking over one of his tables and the journals on it onto the floor, tripping on them and landing on the ground as well.
“How is this happening? How is this happening???” he cries out, well and truly terrified as his Mirror takes a languid step into his room, looking around as he does.
“I’m not quite sure myself, but the Queen seems to have allowed us the freedom to walk around as we please, both Real and Mirror alike. She can be gracious like that.” He says the last part with a careless air as his attention is oddly focused on the closet for a moment.
Mettaton wants to be running, bolting for the door, anything but sprawled on the floor like his legs have lost all ability to move. But he doesn’t get what he wants, as his mirror looks away from the closet and advances on him.
“Our little truce has been nice and all, but honestly? I miss you. A lot. I want to talk to you more, BE with you more! And this event is just the time for that! This is absolutely wonderful for both of us!”
Is he trembling? Mettaton might be trembling. His mirror shakes his head, grinning like a mad man.
“You don’t have to be afraid! We’re going to be great friends, don’t you see? We won’t need anyone else in the world. Just us.”
This finally rouses something akin to courage in Mettaton’s heart, though it’s more disgruntled pettiness than anything else. “Look, I know I’m self-absorbed, but not even I could live my whole life just talking to myself all day. That’s unrealistic.”
His Mirror’s face falls, becoming more serious. “What if there was no one else who ever wanted to talk to you? What if it there was only me?”
A deep sense of dread wells up inside Mettaton, leaking out of his mouth and causing him to stutter. “L-Luckily that’s not how things are here. There are plenty of other people for me to speak to-“
His mirror pounces quickly, wrestling Mettaton down with only a small yelp from the Real as the Mirror reaches over him and stretches his arms towards the closet, where there is a small wad of fabric and rope conveniently waiting for him. “Wonderland really knows how to give you what you want," the mirror muses happily as he wrenches his real's body down. "It’s one of the nicer things about it.”
Mettaton thrashes as hard as he can, endeavoring to try and push himself- no, his Mirror- off of his body. “You bastard, how dare you touch me!!” he cries out as he tries to fight against arms that wrap like his own, circling him in. He opens his mouth to say something more scathing, something more dramatic and interesting, but it becomes an angry muffled yell when his Mirror stuffs the gag into his mouth, tying it around his head and shoving his face into the carpet as he makes quick work of tying Mettaton’s arms and legs together.
When his work is complete, Mettaton’s Mirror grins proudly. “Now, I know this is a bit uncomfortable, but the thing is that you can’t be trusted. So I’m going to go out and take care of some things. When I come back, you and I are going to have a chat about your plans to stay here in Wonderland forever. It’s going to be riveting, I promise.”
He rolls his Real under his bed, chuckling at the muffled screams and curses that float out from underneath it. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone~!”
He stands up then, dusting himself off a bit, fixing his hair and boots and adjusting his gloves so that he looks in tip top shape. Without any further glances behind him, Mettaton’s Mirror walks out into the hall, intent on ruining everyone and anyone’s good opinion of Mettaton.
((OOC: Wanna run into Mirror Mettaton? Wanna rescue Real Mettaton? Here’s a place to do it! Just mention it in subject who you want and I’ll get the ball rolling! Want to interact with Mettaton or his Mirror but this post doesn’t strike your fancy? That’s fine! I’ll be posting top levels for them for the various other parties and mingles set after this debacle. Mettaton’s getting out from under that bed regardless of if he’s rescued or not.))
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So instead of shooting that off again, he starts charging it up to maximum damage and prepares to set off a different laser of magic.]
Now darling, to make things interesting, I'm going to tell you a secret: when the light turns blue don't move.
[He barely gives Connie any time to consider this odd statement before the upside down white heart on his waist shoots out long, slender blue lasers interspersed with white ones that makes its way over the floor, over the walls, and over the ceiling.
Here comes more making things up!
Of course, Connie doesn't really believe what he's telling her- she figures it's the type of 'stand still and let me kill you' kinda things that someone might tell you, just some pointless taunting. So when there don't seem to be any lasers in front of her, just a blue one going over her head, she doesn't think anything of it, and keeps running at him.
The laser seems to detect her movement, though, and locks right onto her, laser intensifying, turning down and scorching across a line across her body, making her gasp at the sudden burning pain.
It's not as bad as she thought it might be, though- she's able to grit her teeth and keep moving to dodge the next white ones- and when she sees another blue one, she immediately stops, holding still, and staring Mettaton down as it passes over her.]
...I thought for sure you were just lying.
YEAH YEAH YEAH
As I said! I wanted to make things interesting! A good host knows when to give a "leg up" to a contestant! Now, since you seem pretty smart, let's see if you can figure out the secret of my orange lasers!
[Another line of lasers comes in, this time alternating between white, blue and orange. As this happens however, he can't move and therefore he stays still, grinning as his cannon gets closer to full charge. His targeting systems scan her SOUL once more.
* THE HUMAN - ??? ATK ??? DEF
* LVL 1 - 19/20 HP
* A FAST LEARNER]
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Only difference of course, is that this isn't training. If she makes a mistake, it could cost her her life.
She jumps over and rolls under the white lasers, moving gracefully the way Pearl taught her to- holds still when the blue ones scan over. They seem to be getting more complex, though, as Connie just narrowly avoids being hit, or sometimes can't halt her momentum in time when a blue one comes by, giving her another scorch.
When an orange one comes by, though, that's when she makes her move. If she needs to hold still for blue, after all, then it makes sense that she'd need to move for the other one- and just as she thought, like the blue laser, it seems to be scanning for something- more of a laser sight than an actual damaging beam, and clearly, her running straight at Mettaton, sword raised up high, ready to try and cleave this metal machine in half- or at least give him a real knock- that isn't what it's canning for.]
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He lifts his cannon arm up, the light from within it a solid, steady brightness that can be blinding if you look at it directly. Internally his systems begin to calibrate and calculate the range and width of the attack. The room becomes half his laser light show, half covered in crossing lines in his mind's eye as his targeting subroutines lock onto Connie's position in space. He prepares to fire-
PROXIMITY ALERT: TARGET APPROACHING. DEFENSIVE MOVEMENTS RECOMMENDED.
He locks onto nothing, taken by surprise as Connie's sword slashes the artificial SOUL on the lower half of his torso. It doesn't break or shatter, the lack of intent to truly kill SPAREing him, but the damage is done; more to his ego and mind than anything else.
* MIRROR!METTATON NEO - 90 ATK 9 DEF
* YOU RUINED MY PAINT JOB, KID]
Well aren't you just the perfect little human! Upholding the time-honored tradition of hurting Monsters!
[He stops his lasers, using his wings for extra momentum as he propels himself backwards and away from her.]
A sword like that feels a bit like cheating, though! And I don't appreciate cheaters on my shows. So I think we'll have to cut to commercial break and clean somethings up in post!
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[Connie was prepared to try another slash, when he suddenly backs off, raising her sword up and taking her stance again, ready for... for... wait, is he leaving?
It sounds like he's leaving. Connie would ask, but... well. If she managed to scare him off somehow, she'd rather not say anything that might convince him to stay and finish the job. She really feels like he was just toying with her, after all- teaching her mechanics so that it'd be more of a fair fight when he starts fighting for real. So she's just going to remain silent, and keep staring him down, ready to attack again if he changes his mind, and try to ignore the burns his lasers inflicted.]
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[He continues to back away until he's at the far end of the hallway.]
But that's a story for another day! I think I've made my point with you. I look forward to us meeting again! When we do, I'll be sure to lay you to rest in a grave!
[With that dramatic statement, Mirror Mettaton FLEEs.]
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[Connie has no idea what he's talking about right now, but... it sounds pretty awful. She kind of understands why he was made with functions like that now, and why he might attack her.
Not that it even comes remotely close to excusing it.
She doesn't get any answers, though, as he seems to retreat, Connie waiting a few moments before letting her guard drop, sword lowering, taking a breath. She winces a bit, as the pain of those lasers starts catching up to her, without the adrenaline fueling her. Looking at one of the marks on her arm... it could be way worse, she thinks, but... it still doesn't look that good.
Maybe there's a first aid kit and some burn cream she can find somewhere... that sounds like a good plan for now.