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entrancelogs2016-10-31 08:24 pm
mettatonvevo) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-31 08:24 pm
[OPEN] I put a spell on you
Who: Mettaton and you!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater (First floor, rooms 50/52)
When: October 31st, 8pm to Midnight
Rating: PG
Summary: Mettaton treats Wonderland to his second performance on All Hallow’s Eve!
The Story:
As Mettaton advertised a couple of days ago, on the day of Halloween, Wonderland is covered in black and orange posters. They are decorated with appropriately spooky pictures, though all of them promote the MTT brand in some way. The information found on them is as follows:
IT’S HALLOWEEN MY DEAR WONDERLANDIANS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT’S TIME FOR ALL SPOOKY CREATURES AND MONSTERS TO BE OUT ON THE PROWL! AS YOUR RESIDENT ROBOTIC HEARTTHROB, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE BLESSING OF MY SECOND WONDERLAND PERFORMANCE!
FROM 8PM TO MIDNIGHT, WITH A BRIEF INTERMISSION IN BETWEEN, THE PERFORMING ARTS THEATER WILL BE DECKED OUT IN HAUNTING ATTIRE FITTING THE OCCASION! COME CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IN A TRULY “MONSTOROUS” WAY!
THE PERFORMANCE WILL BE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, RINGING IN THE WITCHING HOUR WITH DANCE AND SONG! COSTUMES ENCOURAGED, THOUGH BE CAREFUL DEARS; IT SEEMS WONDERLAND IS UP TO ITS USUAL TRICKS!
FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, THOUGH I CAN’T PROMISE IT IS ANY SAFER THAN WHAT YOU CAN GET RIGHT NOW!
When 8pm rolls around, anyone who is here will see black and orange garlands decorating the walls, bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o-lanterns lining the walls that are carved with the letters MTT and other stylized symbols representing Mettaton.
There are no chairs this time around, except for a few lines of them farther away from the stage, leaving ample room for anyone who wishes to dance to the music. Off to the side of the dance floor are tables filled with various snacks, drinks, and candy for anyone to partake. Once again there is an entire section of the table labeled “Ghost Food” with the incorporeal food laid out artfully on plates.
The night promises to be good to all who wish to attend!
((OOC: Like last time, while this is Mettaton’s Halloween performance, it’s still a party! Feel free to make your own top levels and mingle with other concert goers!))
Where: The Performing Arts Theater (First floor, rooms 50/52)
When: October 31st, 8pm to Midnight
Rating: PG
Summary: Mettaton treats Wonderland to his second performance on All Hallow’s Eve!
The Story:
As Mettaton advertised a couple of days ago, on the day of Halloween, Wonderland is covered in black and orange posters. They are decorated with appropriately spooky pictures, though all of them promote the MTT brand in some way. The information found on them is as follows:
FROM 8PM TO MIDNIGHT, WITH A BRIEF INTERMISSION IN BETWEEN, THE PERFORMING ARTS THEATER WILL BE DECKED OUT IN HAUNTING ATTIRE FITTING THE OCCASION! COME CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IN A TRULY “MONSTOROUS” WAY!
THE PERFORMANCE WILL BE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, RINGING IN THE WITCHING HOUR WITH DANCE AND SONG! COSTUMES ENCOURAGED, THOUGH BE CAREFUL DEARS; IT SEEMS WONDERLAND IS UP TO ITS USUAL TRICKS!
FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, THOUGH I CAN’T PROMISE IT IS ANY SAFER THAN WHAT YOU CAN GET RIGHT NOW!
When 8pm rolls around, anyone who is here will see black and orange garlands decorating the walls, bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o-lanterns lining the walls that are carved with the letters MTT and other stylized symbols representing Mettaton.
There are no chairs this time around, except for a few lines of them farther away from the stage, leaving ample room for anyone who wishes to dance to the music. Off to the side of the dance floor are tables filled with various snacks, drinks, and candy for anyone to partake. Once again there is an entire section of the table labeled “Ghost Food” with the incorporeal food laid out artfully on plates.
The night promises to be good to all who wish to attend!
((OOC: Like last time, while this is Mettaton’s Halloween performance, it’s still a party! Feel free to make your own top levels and mingle with other concert goers!))
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He'd never do anything to hurt either Mettaton or Alphys. He's curious why Mini thinks he'd be getting in the way. Is he getting in the way? Bucky would never forgive himself if something he did was causing them trouble. He listens quietly to the rest of what Mettaton says, big faced hairy weirdo is pretty accurate, and he switches hands to show Mini his metal prosthetic. Maybe he'll know somehow that Alphys made it and that might help the little bot to like him, plus it's shiny.
When Mini's finished his examination, Bucky stands up, taking a few careful steps back.]
I'm sorry.
[He takes one more step, a little more space, and less chance he'll do something stupid again.
There's a part of him that aches with each inch he puts between him, but he can't be responsible for jeopardizing their friendship. He knows he's not good at these things, and that they should have talked about what they've been doing together, but it all felt too good and so normal, that Bucky selfishly kept his mouth shut.]
I don't - [He's going to mess this up, he can feel it. Bucky's always known he was going to, but not so soon.] I can't do this.
I'm just gonna hurt you.
[His breath catches and his chest hurts.]
I don't want to.
CW: Suicide mention
Bucky, no, it's ok. Mini just doesn't understand. It's not your fault at all. Things between Alphys and I have just been a bit strained lately and it has nothing to do with you.
[It's entirely my fault because I can't be the friend she needs. If I cut her out, then she'll be left with the good people who can actually support her.
He so badly wants to say what he's thinking. He's been holding onto this for months now and he's spoken to no one about it. There has been no one; Alphys is part of the problem and Napstablook nearly killed themself not too long ago, so he has no desire to put his problems on their shoulders.
But here is another situation where if he does mention it, it could hurt Bucky. And he's finding that he, too, doesn't want to hurt the other.]
I... I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do.
[He can feel whatever they have between them trying to slip away and it hurts, to say the least. But this was never meant to be serious, was it? And if it being serious is hurting Bucky, well, Mettaton will gladly pull away if it means he's ok. After all, the robot should never have let it get to this point for himself as well. He knows better than that.
He reaches out and puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder.]
You don't need to worry about me. If you need to step back, if this is too much for you, it's fine.
[Mini, for his part, seems confused at Bucky's sudden recoil. An inquisitive beep can be heard as he wheels himself completely over to Bucky to touch his leg. He liked seeing the metal arm and while this human is a big faced hairy weirdo, his father seems to like him well enough so he's willing to give him a shot. He just needed to learn his place first, is all.
Mettaton gently rubs his hand on Bucky's shoulder, his SOUL gently pulsing in its case on his abdomen.]
I'm ok. Really.
[It's one of his best lies since coming to Wonderland.]
cw for everything, im sorry
Force me?
[The words come out sharp, almost mean. Nobody could make Bucky do anything he didn't want to do, not anymore. He'd thought he'd expressed that to Mettaton clear enough before, but he hadn't. Bucky had cut out the harsher, darker parts of the story so that he could selfishly keep the robot close, but now they were there. Right at that point where Bucky had to push him away. Pushing him away meant keeping him safe, and it was selfish, too. He wouldn't have to see the worst parts of Bucky this way.]
I make my own choices, do you hear me?
[He ignores Mini. He'd been enamored of him, of the two of them together, and that was a mistake. Bucky didn't deserve any of this. He presses into the contact instinctively and then jerks his shoulder away. His feet stay planted where they are. Bucky doesn't want to go, why does he feel like he's breaking something. Why does it hurt so much?]
This was all a mistake. [It wasn't.] You're such an idiot. [He hates himself.] You haven't done anything wrong, Mettaton. Nothing besides getting too close.
I tried to tell you. I tried.
[He can't catch his breath, everything blurring around the edges.]
I'll ruin you if you let me. I am not good. I'm not. Make things right with Alphys, she's good. She's good for you.
[Bucky pushes out blindly, trying to put space between them.]
You don't know what I've done. I'll never be right.
VERY LOUD YELLING THAT DOESN'T STOP FOR FIVE HOURS STRAIGHT
Mini, darling, could you give us a few moments alone by going back to our room? It's all right.
[Mini stays in place for a moment, turning his "head" from Bucky to Mettaton until finally letting out a beep. Ok. He wheels away a bit but stops before fully leaving. He lets out another, smaller beep (sorry) and then departs completely.
Mettaton watches his son go. He'll have to talk to him later to make sure he knows that this wasn't his fault. But for now, he has someone else he needs to attend to.
Bucky is pushing himself away from him and Mettaton lets him take the space. He needs it, clearly.]
Things between Alphys and I are strained because of me. It's that simple. I'm worried that she's going to replace me with better friends and frankly, she already has. But that's not on you, Bucky. You had no part in that whatsoever.
[He wants to keep him. He wants to keep whatever this is between them. But at the same time he knows that doing this is only going to hurt Bucky and himself. He has to let him go eventually.
At least he can try and let him go gently.]
Please try to breathe. You're panicking.
[Even though his instincts tell him to reach out again, he resists.]
You're right. I don't know what you've done. I doubt you've told me everything. But I still care about you. If that's too much, then it's ok to step away. I won't blame you for a moment.
[An out. He's giving him an out to back away, to go the way he wants to go. It's fine. Mettaton is fine. Losing another close friend is... fine.]
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It's a mantra in his head. Protect Mettaton. Protect the others. As long as they aren't together, Bucky can't hurt him, can't hurt anyone.]
Stop lying. [Bucky shakes his head, face scrunching up as if something is yelling at him, but it's only his own voice that he can hear.] How could she find someone better? She can't.
[He still can't catch his breath, chest heaving. There are people around. He shouldn't have come, he should have known he couldn't do this. He's not normal anymore. He's the pieced together sham of a man that can't let anyone in because he's too afraid he'll break them apart too.]
It's too much. Not you. [Bucky doesn't know what he's saying, but he can't even try to do this when there are so many people around. He's too tense, too high strung.] This is too much. Can we go. We need to go.
[His hands twist and flex at his side, head hung low. He feels like he's going to vibrate out of his body - ashamed, disappointed, angry and all at himself.]
Please, Mettaton.
[He was starting to ache and it was all in his head.]
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Lying? I assure you Bucky, I'm not lying. As much as it pains me to say, she has found multiple people who are better friends to her. None of them did what I did and have to make up for it.
[If he asks what he did, he won't say. No. That is one thing Bucky can never know. It's tied so inherently to who he was before taking this body that it would shatter the illusion of who he is entirely. No one's good regard of him could survive it.
It's selfish, but he'd rather Bucky remember him as he is now and hate him, rather than be repulsed at the very memory of who he is because he knows the truth.]
Very well.
[He reaches out a hand, taking Bucky's in turn and begins to pull him through the concert hall. If anyone happens to look over, Mettaton fends them off with a friendly wave and smile, easily blocking his companion from view with his greater stature.
They walk for awhile until Mettaton finds a quiet, secluded corner away from everyone and everything outside of the theater. Once he is satisfied that no one will bother them, he lets go of the man's hand, turning to him once again.]
Is this better?
[Bucky is showing all the same signs of anxiety that Alphys and Napstablook show but he holds himself back from reaching out again. This is how he'll show him, he thinks. Bucky will see how selfish he really is, and he'll walk away and Mettaton will be left thinking fondly of what was and what could have been.
Such is the life of a star!]
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He lets himself be pulled through the room, tense and on edge, sure feet carrying him away from all these strangers he might hurt and putting him in a quiet, private place with someone that he cares about and has already treated like shit.]
No.
[It was better, they weren't around all those innocent people anymore, but they were alone again and Bucky didn't want that either.]
We should've never done any of this.
[The tension slowly starts to seep out, replaced instead by pain and a longing to have normal relationships with other people. He'd told himself that he'd only be trouble for Mettaton in the end, and because he'd started to truly care about him, he'd made that trouble all on his own. Hydra hadn't ruined it, he had. He didn't need any help to be cruel. There was nobody he could blame this time.]
Can't you see how messed up I am? [He swallows roughly, dragging his hand across the back of his neck.] I start to care about someone and I push them away. I tell myself, and you, that it's better if we aren't friends, if we hate each other, and how goddamn messed up is that?
You're the first person I let in and now I'm shovin' you right back out.
[His eyes are glassy, dull.]
I know it's wrong, what I'm doing, but I don't want to stop. I can't.
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Despite having thought this many times over the past few months, despite agreeing with Bucky on some level, it still hurts to hear him say it out loud and to know that he was thinking that too.
He looks away from the other man. He doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him hurt.]
If you don’t want to stop, then I certainly won’t stop you. After all, I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, remember?
[He speaks a little acidly, regretting it instantly when it slips out. But he doesn’t back down.]
This was never supposed to be anything serious. So if this isn’t fun for you anymore, why drag it on? It’s done.
[He says it with such heavy finality that it makes his heart ache. He didn’t want this to end. Now that he faces the end of whatever thing they have, he finds himself wanting to resist, to push back, to fight for… what?
It was all casual. It was all sweet and light and there was no reason for any of it. It’s not like there was ever a chance for something more, or that Mettaton ever wanted it. No. …never.]
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It's wrong both ways. To push you away and to keep you.
[He takes a step back, slowly getting his breathing back under control.]
Sticking around is selfish, unfair to you.
[After everything they've been through - how Bucky's grown from having someone like Mettaton around, from making a friend on his own without any help from anyone else - and he tells him it's over so firmly, like he's so sure. It's done. Words never used to hurt so much, he didn't they could anymore.
His eyes flick up to meet Mettaton's, they've gone dark, clouded from confusion, pain, and the realization that Bucky really wasn't ever going to be good enough for anyone else. Mettaton didn't want him and that was all on Bucky.]
It's done? [No fighting, no clinging. Just over.] I - Okay.
[Bucky takes a deep breath and turns around, back stiff as he starts to walk back down the hallway in the direction of the mansion's front door.]
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He doesn't want him to go. He doesn't want this to end. But this is what it means to be a star. To be above anyone else. You have to keep people at arm's length, lest they get too close and ruin the illusion. Clearly he had ruined things for Bucky by allowing himself to be anything less than the charismatic entertainer he was born to be.
After standing there silently for a few more moments, he turns to walk away himself but stops when he spots a nearby mirror with familiar writing on it. Of course he would be watching. Why wouldn't he be? All the same, he reads the message.
.υoγ ʇo bυoɿq m'I .ɈɿɒɘʜɈɘɘwƨ ˎϱnoɿɈƨ oƨ ɘɿ'υoY .oɈ bɒʜ Ɉi wɘnʞ υoγ Ɉυઘ !bnɘ oɈ ƨϱniʜɈ ɿoʇ γɒw lυʇniɒq ɒ ɈɒʜW
His voice is quiet when he responds.]
...Perhaps you're right. It is for the best.
[He makes his way back to his room, as another note appears on the glass:
♥ .noɈɒɈɈɘM ˎɘm ɘvɒʜ ƨγɒwlɒ ll'υoY]
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