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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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But it does not seem likely. Fortunately for mirror Mettaton, this is Legion's first encounter with an actual mirror, so it hasn't immediately occurred to them that that is what's going on here.
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It is very fortunate, because now Mirror Mettaton sees opportunity open its hands once more.
"I hope you don't make this mistake again in the future."
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"We have encountered each other only once. Data was not sufficient." Making a mistake was not only possible, but likely.
And yet, Legion still feels the need to "make sure".
"What is the nature of your relationship with your creator?"
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"My creator? What does that have to do with anything?"
Why does this robot want to know about Alphys? Why should they care?
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"You have mentioned our Creators. We are curious about yours."
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"My 'creator' was Dr. Alphys. She built me to impress her crush and get the Royal Scientist position. We are... best friends."
It feels odd to say those words, but say them he does, because he knows that is how his Real feels. For whatever unfathomable reason he has, he still cares about Alphys so he has to sell that he does too. Even if his words are a bit (heh) mechanical in nature.
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It is similar to the answer previously given. Though Mettaton's behavior was dissimilar to that in their previous encounter, other aspects remained consistent. Though they did not understand the reasoning for his change in attitude, they accepted the likeliness that they had been mistaken.
"I am uninterested in further discussion."
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"The feeling is mutual."
He's glad he was able to turn away this other robot. There's no point in his real being friends with another robot when he is right here.