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entrancelogs2016-12-04 02:04 pm
readytocomply) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-04 02:04 pm
Entry tags:
| closed | life moves very fast
Who: Bucky and various
Where: Hell
When: During the event
Rating: Will update as needed
Summary: Fighting and general event shenanigans
The Story:
Closed to Steve:
[Waking up in a strange place was disorienting, no more so than waking up in the orchard had been, but that's because he was getting used to all these events. All he had to do was make it through them and everything would go back to normal. He blinks awake that first morning, tense at the unfamiliar surroundings, only to roll right over into Steve.
He's immediately more calm, not relaxed, but better.]
Wake up, Steve.
[His hand on Steve's shoulder, he gently shakes.]
There's an event.
[Everything had been good the night before. No nightmares, falling asleep with Steve curled around him, but the longer he's awake, the more pissed he is about it all. He's frustrated with how often the events come around.]
Closed to Mettaton:
[After finding out where they are and what's going on, to the best of his ability, Bucky goes looking for his people. Those he cares about and wants to make sure are okay. It's methodical, how he crosses them off the list one by one, no real way to find anyone other than search each hut until he does.
Relief washes over him when he sees the robot.]
Mettaton.
[Sure, he's just busted in on a hut that wasn't his without asking if he could come in first, but they're in Hell and certain allowances have to be made.]
Is everything okay? [He glances around them.] Are you okay?
[After checking, then he'd tell Mettaton that he's feeling differently down here. He has the right to know.]
Where: Hell
When: During the event
Rating: Will update as needed
Summary: Fighting and general event shenanigans
The Story:
Closed to Steve:
[Waking up in a strange place was disorienting, no more so than waking up in the orchard had been, but that's because he was getting used to all these events. All he had to do was make it through them and everything would go back to normal. He blinks awake that first morning, tense at the unfamiliar surroundings, only to roll right over into Steve.
He's immediately more calm, not relaxed, but better.]
Wake up, Steve.
[His hand on Steve's shoulder, he gently shakes.]
There's an event.
[Everything had been good the night before. No nightmares, falling asleep with Steve curled around him, but the longer he's awake, the more pissed he is about it all. He's frustrated with how often the events come around.]
Closed to Mettaton:
[After finding out where they are and what's going on, to the best of his ability, Bucky goes looking for his people. Those he cares about and wants to make sure are okay. It's methodical, how he crosses them off the list one by one, no real way to find anyone other than search each hut until he does.
Relief washes over him when he sees the robot.]
Mettaton.
[Sure, he's just busted in on a hut that wasn't his without asking if he could come in first, but they're in Hell and certain allowances have to be made.]
Is everything okay? [He glances around them.] Are you okay?
[After checking, then he'd tell Mettaton that he's feeling differently down here. He has the right to know.]
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Oh how wrong he is. Mettaton wants him more than he cares to admit, more than someone like him should. He wants him in every way he can have him, good and bad, and oh how tempting is the bad right now.
Bucky is practically throwing himself on him, and once again his resolve is shaking as he feels those kisses, so sweet, on his jaw and throat. His lips brush one of those special sensors and he lets out a small moan. He shifts as he unconsciously tries to give Bucky more room on his lap.
His hand feels strong and sure as it drags down his chest and for one wild moment Mettaton wonders if Bucky will go for his soul. Will he try to grasp it? Take it? What kind of beast would they become then? The powers of a god, a mixture of human and monster in one. ...No. That's silly. Mettaton isn't a Boss Monster. His soul wouldn't last long enough outside of his body for Bucky to absorb it.
He comes back from his thoughts as Bucky continues speaking. Decide now he says, and he considers what he wants.
Bucky wants to be possessed. Why else would he be acting like this? He is offering himself up to Mettaton on a silver platter, and that old voice, temporarily silent in the wake of his original horror, surges back to life gleefully.
He wants this. You want this. Why deny what you both want? Take him. Own him. Use him. Destroy him. He'll let you. He'll let you do a n y t h i n g if you just give in. Don't you want a human as your plaything?]
I do want you, Bucky.
[He can't pretend here. He's right.]
But I can't do this to you. I won't be like them. I won't be like those people who hurt you.
[He says this even as his hands shake with the effort to keep himself from wrenching the man forward and demanding he please him, ordering him to fall into place and let him use Bucky however he wishes.
Perhaps, if things between them become better, they could... "Explore" this sort of thing again. But here? Like this? It's poisonous. He couldn't take care of the man like he would need if he actually...]
I've decided that this won't go further. And I'm not afraid to make sure you understand that.
[His soul aches. It's tired from sustaining him. But it will make bullets if needed. Mettaton will FIGHT if he needs to.
ACT
* Check
* BUCKY BARNES ??? ATK ??? DEF
* He's giving you no choice]
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He never wanted Mettaton to be like them, but Bucky caused this. He pushed and pushed out of desperation. He wanted them to still be close, didn't want to lose him, so he'd resorted to manipulation to make it happen. He'd tried to flirt and seduce, to make Mettaton take him so that they could still be together and what did that make Bucky, if not exactly like the people he hated so much.]
I understand.
[There's a moment where his eyes flick up in confusion, at the threat of a fight, of pain, and then they go cloudy again, dark. He feels dazed, not himself anymore.]
I understand. [The same words, though in Russian.] I understand.
[He pushes back from Mettaton, stumbles out of his lap and off the throne, movements stilted and abrupt, robotic. Bucky complies, he'll go, he has to. He doesn't know where to go, but he has to leave. He turns towards the door, mumbling the same words under his breath, switching from Russian to English, the languages bleeding together as his own confusion mounts.]
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He hurt him. No matter what he did, he hurt the man, whether it was pulling him close or pushing him away. He slumps in his ill-gotten throne as he watches Bucky stumble, completely useless.
Mettaton should do something. He should get up and do something, maybe help the poor man. But he does nothing. He can't bring himself to do anything. He feels empty; stretched so thin having used what little empathy and compassion he had left.
Hell sinks its tenterhooks into him quickly once his guard is down, once he gives up on trying to help. It fills the emptiness with darkness and a small smile creeps on his face. How much better it is to not care anymore! Thank goodness that's over.
See you later, Bucky~! ♥]