entrancelogs | Don't cross the river if you can't swim the tide

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Don't cross the river if you can't swim the tide

Who: Mettaton, some closed starters, and YOU!
Where: All around the mansion
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-13 unless something happens, upon which this will be changed
Summary: Mettaton is in the no-air-no-problem club, buuut those RESETs are giving him a bit of a run for his money. All well! There’s places to go and things to do, and he’s not gonna let a little water and time shenanigans stop him. …yeah…
The Story:

A.

[It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…. what the hell is that. A rectangular submarine??? If you’re attempting to swim through the halls, have your door open to stare at the water, or if there is a window in your room to the hallway, you’ll catch sight of this robot in a different form propelling himself through the water. Maybe he’s carrying food in a water-tight container. Maybe he’s transporting someone’s pets or other things that need to be moved. Maybe he’s coming to “save” you! (Save being the operative word, depending on if you actually want to see him… and if he’ll be helpful or not.)

Either way, he’s here now. Or passing by. Wanna say hi?]

B.

Swimming through the mansion can be a bit tiring. Especially with the magic reinforcement that is partially behind his water-proofing, is draining his charge pretty quickly. So here he is, chilling out in some random empty room. Don’t worry, he doesn’t breathe; no air is being lost. Maybe he stumbled into your room or maybe you’re stumbling into whatever room he is relaxing in. Either way, here is a dripping wet robot at your disposal. ;)

C.

[Listen. A lot can happen in 5 minutes, right? I bet even MORE can happen if you repeat the same 5 minutes over and over and over and over and over….

Our lovely robot is stuck in a rather persistent RESET that is determined to make Mettaton repeat the last 5 minutes of his life. Why not keep him company and/or get trapped in it yourself! The world is your resetting oyster now that the water has leaked out of the mansion.]

D.
Wild card! Got an idea for your character and Mettaton? Throw it up here and we can go, ha, wild!

((ooc: while one of these prompts is specific for the resets, any prompt can have them involved if you want! Either indicate it in your subject or put it in your description and we can play around with it!))

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[He’s running low on energy and thinks that, perhaps, he won’t be able to move for a little while. This wouldn’t be a problem if his child’s rabbit, Bun, wasn’t rapidly running out of air. Rabbits breathe faster than humans, and he’s noticed the amount of air rapidly decreasing in the room. He doesn’t know what to do. Mini keeps tugging on his arm and pointing to the door and he doesn’t know how to explain this. Death is unknown to them, and he feels this is a heavy conversation to have on top of everything else happening with this event. Never mind that getting Bun this far was already a challenge. Mini beeps quietly and Mettaton puts a gentle hand on their head.

He looks to the door. Suffocation or drowning. Either way, he loses.]

[Opening your door to see a wall of water is certainly a way to wake up in the morning. It’s such a way as to make you just. Slowly close the door again. And go back into your room and not mind it.

But then he sees posts on the Network. The water is cutting off oxygen in the rooms. Huh. Well, that sucks for everyone else, but he is at least ok.

And then he remembers Alphys and shoots her a text.]

Alphys. Are you all right?

The thing is, in most other circumstances, Sans would generally avoid this entire situation like the plague, if the plague was a thing that could affect skeletons at all. But as it is, Sans isn't completely heartless, except in a literal sense. Letting an innocent animal die because he doesn't want to deal with an awkward conversation is pretty far over the line.

So, whatever. He can make it quick. Mettaton is literally across the hall, and room 22 is currently empty, so it's just a matter of dropping 4 off over there and then--well--actually walking over to Mettaton's room. Real pain in the coccyx, since skeletons and water don't mix too well, and staying upright is a challenge. But it's not far. Simple enough.

He wonders if, a year ago, he would have even bothered to stick his neck vertebrae out for Mettaton and his freaking pet rabbit, then decides not to wonder anymore.

He knocks on Mettaton's door.

Edited 2017-02-06 17:52 (UTC)

[ Cullen can make it to the next floor.

He can make it to the next floor.

He is almost there, and he can make it to the next floor.

He makes it to the next floor, and tears open the first door he can grasp.

(He should have stopped for breath on the previous floor.)

Cullen spills into the room, coughing and gasping for breath. His clothes cling to him, drenched, and his hair's natural curls are finally freed, a dripping mess of blond noodles that obstructs his view.

He pulls himself to his knees, and pulls them out of his face. Cullen glances back and, with relief, sees that his supply bag made it in better condition than he did.

He does not yet see that he shares the room with somebody else. ]

[ooc: stuck in a room bc of the water??]

[Bucky is getting better with the events. He knows to wait them out, they'll be over and done with eventually. He just has to survive while they run their course. Obviously, he plans to do this alone or with Steve and the others, but before he's checked with everybody, made sure they're okay, the water comes rushing towards him and he gets in the first safe room he can.

..Of course. He knows this room, doesn't know why his feet had taken him in this direction at all. He turns back to see if he can open the door, water spills in and he slams it shut. They'd tried the windows, the closets, the door again, but the only way out is to let all the water in and swim - he's not ready to take that risk yet. So they sit. Bucky in a corner of the room, hands in his lap.

He glances up at the robot, huffs, and turns towards the wall. Bucky pulls out his phone and shoots off a few texts.

He doesn't even feel guilty for ignoring him, except he does.]

If Sans expects Mettaton to answer the door, he is going to be disappointed (or happy?) that he doesn't see that bot immediately; no, when the door opens, if Sans looks down at his feet he'll see a tiny Box Mettaton, beeping excitedly at his presence. Mettaton stands a little behind, having gotten up to get the door himself but his child got there first.

Hello, Skeleton! I am M&M or Mini! You are part of the reason I am alive!

They beep insistently, touching his shins.

You're bone! You're really bone! Skeletons are bone!

They turn to look back at Mettaton, excited.

BONE!!!

Mettaton smiles, walking over and reaching a hand out to Mini, which they immediately take, still beeping in their completely incoherent way to anyone other than him.

"Hello, Sans. Mini is excited to meet you, it seems."

The tiny bot beeps an affirmative. The big bot, for his part, feels awkward standing near Sans again after their last disastrous conversation, but it is a necessity. "Thank you for coming. Bun here hasn't been too well. Your help is deeply appreciated."

The rabbit in question is in his cage, breathing but not moving, clearly trying to conserve energy. Mettaton looks back at it worriedly, then looks back to Sans.

"Is there anything specific we need to do to help you, or...?"

Gosh this is awkward.

The door opens and Sans steps in before even waiting to see who opened it, because being underwater is just vastly unsettling. It's sort of a weird effect, since he just kind of steps forward out of a solid wall of water, and then promptly empties a good gallon or so right onto Mettaton's for. But you know, considering this is a life or death situation, Sans is pretty sure some water stains will be the least of Mettaton's worries.

And then there is a tiny robot standing in front of him and Sans remembers to be--mildly surprised. Because he's never actually seen the--kidbot?--face to face until now.

"uh, hey. hi. uh--"

The kidbot starts beeping furiously, clearly excited about something. The beeping is almost impossible to understand, but it sounds a bit like binary by way of Morse code. If that's the case, Sans thinks he can actually pick out a few words. That one sounded like reason, this one sounded like alive...

"so you, uh, must be mini, huh? sorry, uh. my binary's real rusty."

He was never on the programming end of things. That was all--well, someone else.

The kidbot pokes him in the shins, which makes Sans rock back a little instinctively, but Mini just seems--curious. They repeat the same sequence of beeps a few times, and Sans is pretty sure he gets it. Bone. Bet the kid's never seen bone before.

"heh, yep, bone all the way down. the weirdest part is i was bone that way."

He gives the little robot a wink, despite himself.

There's a moment of awkward silence as Mettaton steps forward. Sans doesn't quite meet his gaze and busies himself with wringing out the bottom of his hoodie.

"cute kid. and, uh, yeah. no big deal."

He'd rather not make a big deal out of any of this. Just--get them all to room 22 and then camp out in a corner with his cat until it's safe to teleport elsewhere.

"nope, just, uh. grab everyone and everything you need. uh...i'd leave her in the cage. 4 is in room 22 already, and i don't think cats get along with rabbits."

Edited 2017-02-07 22:51 (UTC)

[Mettaton has been resting here for a bit, charging up and checking the network to see how others are faring. Not well, according to the nonsense eveyone is spewing all over the place and the bot is wondering what that could possibly mean when suddenly the door is open and someone comes falling in.

It takes a moment of watching the figure hack and cough up water for Mettaton to recognize who it is; and suddenly he's decided that rather than see the robot just sitting casually on the ground with a cord sticking into the wall, Cullen should get a bit of a show.

The closets aren't working, of course, but a star like Mettaton is never truly unprepared, so he opens one of his side hatches and pulls out his emergency stash of glitter and rose petals and quickly throws the glitter over himself first as he stretches out on the floor.

He throws a handful of rose petals over himself and places his head on his upturned hand, batting his eyelashes as they fall.]

Hello, Cullen! What a surprise to see you here!

[((OOC: sounds perfect to me! ♥))

Mettaton has been all over the place during this event, but he's been making trips back to his room now and then to check on things, make sure his equipment and other objects are safe and secure. With air running out in various rooms and the resets making people repeat their actions over and over again, he knows that anyone could burst into his room looking for relief at any moment. So it's a matter of practicality that brought him back here.

Then Bucky Barnes literally bursts into his room and suddenly Mettaton is internally flooded with a slew of emotions, the most prominent being guilt. He helps him check other ways to leave, of course, mostly silently and not saying more than needs to be said. After all, once he finds a safe way out, he'll go and Mettaton can go back to feeling shitty about what happened between them in peace. But they don't find a safe way for him to leave. So now they sit. Here. Together.

If it weren't for the fact that the air is literally getting thinner in the room, he'd think that the awkwardness was making it harder to breathe. ...even though he doesn't breathe. Whatever. The room should have two more hours of oxygen, so there isn't much to worry about at this point.

He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at his own hands. He gives the human an occasional glance, but immediately looks away, especially when his eyes accidentally meet Bucky's. There's a tinge of redness to his cheeks when that happens and he hates himself just a little for it.

The silence stretches and he knows he shouldn't say anything, should just keep his mouth shut and let things run their course, but when he gives a quick glance to the mirror he hastily shoved to the side of his bed so that Bucky wouldn't see it uncovered and finds no writing, he decides, well, he might as well say something.]

So. This event seems to be. Very wet.

[...wow, ok, speaking clearly was a horrible, horrible idea.]

There's a moment of silence as Mini "stares" at Sans and Mettaton stares at Sans as well. You can almost see them both processing this information at the same time, though Mini reacts just a millisecond faster than Mettaton.

you can understand me??? YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME!!! DAD, HE CAN UNDERSTAND ME, DAD! DAD! DAD!!!!

Now the tiny robot is circling Sans at top speed, beeping furiously. The only thing that stops its reign of terror is...

Bone that way?

Mini looks to their father, stopping its rampant wheeling. What does that mean?

Mettaton sighs. "It's a pun, sweetling. Bone is a play on words for the phrase 'born this way'. They sound alike."

Mini's lights dim for a moment as they contemplate what Mettaton said. ....I don't get it.

Mettaton laughs a little as he picks up the cage and some extra charging cords for Mini. "Perhaps puns and wordplay is a little advanced for you at this stage." He gives Sans a curious look.

"I'm surprised you were able to understand them at all. You're the first person here in Wonderland other than me to do that. And I had to learn."

What a fun first month that had been! Regardless, Mettaton walks up to Sans, holding Mini's hand and the rabbit in tow.

"We're ready when you are."

Mini freezes and Sans immediately thinks he did something wrong. Then the kidbot starts zipping around him like an excited puppy and--maybe he did something right instead? Mini is beeping furiously again, but much too fast for Sans to pick up anything.

"uh--?"

Mini stops finally, and even Sans can tell confused beeping when he hears it. And then Mettaton explains the pun.

Ah. Of course. Wordplay's a pretty complex form of humor for an AI. Kind of interesting how Mettaton always picks up on it so easily.

"sorry. it was a pretty bad one."

This is getting more awkward by the moment.

"uh, well. i used to know binary. and i sorta know morse. i mean...i'm sure not catching all of it. if you don't use it you lose it, yanno?"

The rule applies to a lot more than just language. But whatever. The sooner this is over with, the better.

"alright. just don't freak out."

Mettaton might know about Sans's shortcuts, but he certainly hasn't experienced one, unless there's been a Reset already. In which case, Sans isn't going to think about it too hard.

He reaches out and grips Mettaton's wrist.

It's a bit more difficult than he'd like. Transporting multiple people always is, and the weight is a factor. There's an awful lot of metal coming with him.

But all the same, a moment later they're all reappearing in a vacant room. There's an immediate yowl from somewhere in the room and 4 goes streaking by to hide under the bed, making annoyed sounds. He's never been a fan of shortcuts.

Sans lets go of Mettaton and goes to the edge of the bed, leaning down to peer under it.

"anyway, you all should be okay here for awhile. i'll be outta your hair once i get 4."

Considering 4 is making semi-demonic sounds, it might be a little while. Which really sucks, because Sans was hoping to find another room--preferably alone--as soon as possible.

[Alphys also had the fun experience of opening her door and being greeted by a water wall, and then slam it and press her back to it before any of it leaked out. Of course, this has been a couple of hours and in the meantime, she's opened it and shut it again and made at least 17 attempts to work out the physics without success.

Of course, that was before the network announcements, and before she remembered that oh, she's a creature that needs to breathe.

So, y'know, the last hour has basically been panic.]

hhhaha i mean
yes
probably
for now?????
why
its the air thing right
i bet its the air thing

[When their eyes meet, Bucky has a hard time shifting his gaze away. There's a light tint to Mettaton's cheeks and it makes him want to smile, to tease - but, no. They can't do that anymore. Mettaton made it perfectly clear he didn't want Bucky in his life. People don't say those kinds of things to people they wanna see the next day. He jerks his chin down, pulling his knees up to his chest and looping an arm around them. The oxygen levels are getting low, but he's got some time before he'll need to brace the water outside.

Bucky snorts.]

Yeah, sure is.

[He wraps his arm a little tighter, and he doesn't want to do this. Talk, or try to be nice. He doesn't want to pretend like everything's okay but he doesn't want to deal with the fact that it's not.

Besides, there's still things he wants to say but he doesn't figure Mettaton is in the mood to hear it. So he waits, again, tips his head down and doesn't say anything, but then -]

Really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that it's Steve. Don't care what you say about me, but don't bring him up. [His voice is firm, unfairly accusatory - Bucky knows Mettaton would never do anything to purposefully hurt Steve, he didn't do anything to him. Still, he needs him to know.] Don't think anyone would give him a hard time, but you can't always know that.

I don't.. I don't want anyone treating him like shit because he's with me, okay?

[Men weren't allowed to be with men the last time Bucky was his own person.]

[The snort brings a small smile to Mettaton's face before he carefully wipes it away again. Well. At least he found his awkward statement funny. Bucky looks away, tips his head down, and Mettaton is beginning to become quietly grateful that nothing else is being said when-]

What?

[His head snaps to Bucky, confusion etched on his face which he once again takes command of very quickly, slipping back to a neutral face. He lets his gaze wander off of Bucky in what he hopes is a natural manner.]

Why would they treat him badly for being with you? Do people dislike you both? If they do they should mind their own business. Their opinions have no place in your love life.

[Unless there's a danger to either of them, but Mettaton figures that goes without saying. He can't think of who would hate Steve or Bucky though. And while he may be a bit bitter and sad now and then when he thinks of them together, he's certainly not going to stop them or say anything. It isn't his place.

He has no idea that Bucky's worry stems from them being the same gender.]

Everyone makes it to the room ok, but Mettaton and Mini both stand there for a moment as they try to process what just happened. Mini, for their part, drops Mettaton's hand and promptly plops on the floor, beeping quietly.

Mettaton, after a second or two, shakes the cobwebs from his brain and looks for a place to put down Bun as Sans scrambles to get his cat out from under a bed. The rabbit already looks like it is doing better now that it is getting more air.

"Thank you, Sans. I'll find a way to repay you for this kindness."

It's the least he can do, after all. He would have been sad if Bun had died, but Mini would have been devastated, and he'd rather keep Mini's potential emotional pain to a minimum.

He finds a chair to sit down in and settles in to watch Sans, amused by the spectacle.

Sans gets down on his hands and knees, his back to Mettaton, trying to reach under the bed for 4. The cat just growls and hisses and wedges himself further back into the corner.

"come on, furball, it's not that bad."

4 answers in kind. Sans sighs to himself and sits back on his knees.

He glances back at Mettaton at the comment. "nah, it's no big deal."

He doesn't really like owing favors or being owed favors. It's whatever.

He goes back to peering under the bed. 4 hisses again.

"wasn't just gonna let your rabbit suffocate, anyway."

This is the second time in about a month that Mettaton has found himself idly observing someone's "ass", though it begs the question if skeletons even have them. Do they? They just have a pelvis and the lower part of a spine, right? So that doesn't count. Maybe "backside" is a better way to frame it.

Then again, magic seems to fill up a lot of Sans's clothes, seeing as he's chubby and round all of the time. And he did have to account for this magical measurements when he made the hoodie. Hm. Skeletons are weird.

His eyes meet Sans and he shows no embarrassment on the off-chance that Sans noticed him staring at his "backside".

"All the same, it is appreciated."

Mini, after their few moments rest, gets up and wheels themself over to Bun, beeping gently to check on them. Mettaton gives the bot and the rabbit a fond look. He continues looking at them as he asks his next question.

"So you know Morse code and binary? What an interesting mixture of talents! Where did you learn how to do that?"

He frames his question in an easy tone. No need to be accusatory or blunt. After all, it's mostly small talk he's making and Sans will be leaving soon. He thinks.

It doesn't even remotely occur to Sans that Mettaton, or anyone at all, would ever check out any part of him, let alone his total lack of an ass. It's all bone as far as he's concerned, though the magic does, well, fill some things out in a sense.

Monsters have unusual ideas about what counts as hot or sexy, but it's all totally lost on Sans. If he notices anything suspicious in Mettaton's expression, he's just gonna chalk it up to general awkwardness at being stuck in the same room as Sans.

And if 4 doesn't decide to come out soon, it's just gonna get a lot more awkward.

Sans decides to just sit with his back to the bed, since sitting facing the bed seems like kind of a dickish mood. Here comes Mettaton with the questions again. It's a lot less barbed than it's been in the past, and Sans can tell he's taking great pains to sound completely neutral, like he's casually asking about the weather. He can appreciate it. Trying to be civil and all.

"i'm kind of a nerd. you haven't noticed?"

He keeps his grin as neutral as Mettaton's tone.

Of course it's the "air thing" Alphys, I know you need to breathe! How are you? How is... Mew Mew?

[He thinks that's the name of her cat.]

Mettaton chuckles a little.

"Yes, you are a bit of a nerd, but there must have been some catalyst to you learning these things. I doubt being a sentry lent itself for the natural developments of these talents."

It's suspicious, all around, but it's also keeping the awkward silence that threatens to hang over them both at bay.

Sans did seem to have such an exuberant desire to learn back in Hogwarts. Perhaps this is related to that? But, such a thing must be connected to something. Binary and morse code aren't exactly entry level scientific things.

Sans drapes his hands in his lap, not looking at Mettaton. He listens for any indication that 4 might change his mind and come creeping out from under the bed. Maybe he'll want to eat the rabbit and Sans can catch him in the act?

He honestly would not mind some kind of attempted bunny-murder fiasco if it meant a chance to escape this room. Mettaton is doing exactly what Mettaton always does, which is sticking his metal nose into people's business. Namely Sans's business.

"being a sentry's pretty boring work. lotta downtime to read interesting books and such."

It's as good an excuse as any. Mettaton might even believe it. What the hell else is he supposed to say? That he had to learn all sorts of code and shorthand while working with Gaster and the rest of them? How everything was so secret and Gaster was so damn paranoid that things usually ended up double-encoded? Damn annoying, especially since Sans didn't know the first thing about computer programming.

It's a good answer. Honest, reasonable; why would he have any reason to question it? But question it he does- it's just a little too perfect for a skeleton like Sans, who deals in plenty of secrets.

Idly he wonders if this knowledge of his has to deal with whoever messed with his magic.

"And here I thought you spent all of that time working on your comedy routine."

There's no need to push, none at all. Even if Sans has stopped trying to actively get 4, clearly he's just playing the waiting game. He can do that too.

"Since you like learning so much, did you ever pursue any academics in school? Or did you choose a different path?"

This question is less idle chitchat and more curiosity. He never went to school, having been just a humble ghost on a snail farm. The story of Alphys building him was very convenient to use to hide his lack of schooling, but it never took away his wonder at what going to school was like. From the times he had asked Alphys, it had always sound very hard. And from his brief stint in Hogwarts, he was inclined to agree.

He'd thought that might be enough to end it, but apparently not. He should have known. Mettaton is a lot like Papyrus--can't seem to abide silence. Always has to fill the quiet.

Sans really just wants to curl up and take a nap, preferably right here on the floor. Knowing 4, the cat will probably be tucked into his pocket by the time he wakes up, all forgiven.

"well, that too."

That was mostly during his long breaks, though. Telling puns to the patrons at Grillby's, practicing knock-knock jokes on the Ruins door, that sorta thing.

He laces his fingerbones together as Mettaton just keeps asking questions.

"you know, i'm kinda worn out. been teleporting people and animals all over. think i might just take a nap till 4 decides to deign us with his presence."

It's a bit of a rude way to cut off conversation, but Mettaton can take a hint.

"Very well. I wouldn't want to keep you from your beauty rest."

As much as he doesn't want this silence of just sitting in the same room as Sans, he can't say it is completely awkward; this isn't the first time Mettaton has sat by while Sans sleeps. So he looks away from the skeleton to the door, letting the silence win out.

And win it does for a few minutes, Mettaton trying to ignore Sans like he wants and Sans doing whatever it is he actually wants to do. It is defeated however by the sound of cracking glass, and Mettaton's head whips around to see Mini, punching one of the few mirrors in the room. It's a small mirror, one that was hung up on the wall, which required the tiny robot to build a small little tower of books and things that they climbed up with to reach it.

Mettaton is up in an instant, running over to them quickly and plucking them away from it.

"Mini!! What are you doing??? You could get hurt!"

He starts to check their hands as they begin to beep.

I was breaking the mirror, dad. I didn't want him to see us.

The star pauses in his worried ministrations, his eyes flicking up to lock with Mini's front panels. He frowns for a moment, then speaks, though this time in the same series of beeps and clicks that Mini uses. There's a chance that Sans won't 100% understand what they are saying, and he plans to use that to his advantage.

Mini, that's not safe for you to do, and you know it. You don't need to act out like this.

The little bot's panels light up in a series of flashes, giving off an air of frustration. I don't like it when you talk to him!! You don't act like you when you do!

Mettaton's face grows more serious and a tad bit angry. Sweetheart, this is not the time nor place to discuss this. If you want to talk, we can do this later.

The bot lets out a small, high-pitched wail as they wrench themself out of Mettaton's grasp, falling to the floor and just managing to catch themself on their wheel, much to Mettaton's horror.

I'm sick of it!! He doesn't even like me anyway! He doesn't like anybody but you!!!

Their distraught beeping continues, though not with any understandable words to it. Mettaton bends down to try and reach them but they dart away, continuing their tirade of sounds.

Mini, darling, please! Be reasonable here! You shouldn't be doing this in front of Sans!

The bot makes no reply but instead takes a leaf out of 4's book, wheeling up to and past Sans, stuffing themself under the bed.

"Mini!!" Mettaton says aloud in regular Monster as he immediately bends down to try and reach them. "Mini, you come out of there this instant!"

What a mess. What an awful mess.

Sans literally just curls up on the floor, facing the bed so he can keep an eyesocket on 4. 4 glares daggers at him from the darkened corner and Sans just kind of mentally shrugs to himself and tries to fall asleep.

And it almost works. Mettaton doesn't say another word, and for several blissful moments, there's silence. Sans almost makes it to dreamland. He's in that sort of half-asleep zone where things get fuzzy and unreal.

Then there's the bright, sharp sound of breaking glass.

Sans jolts so hard he almost hits his head on the bed frame. Mirror, it's gotta be a mirror, because none of the windows are breakable right now, of course not, the mansion wouldn't want them to have an easy escape in an event like this, and the only other glass thing in here is the mirror, and someone must have been watching, or maybe this is just the third part of the event, maybe the Mirrors are all going to come through and make this whole thing a real horrorshow, and Sans has to clamp down on the instinctive desire to just teleport back to his room.

He finally actually looks up and absorbs the situation. Mini is standing near the broken mirror, and them and Mettaton are speaking robot at each other. Mettaton sounds scared; Mini sounds agitated, frustrated maybe. They're both beeping too fast for Sans to follow.

"what--"

Mini wails and jerks out of Mettaton's grasp, and now it's clear the two of them are yelling at each other. And then Mini goes flying at the bed. Sans scoots aside to allow them and Mini crawls right under. 4 gives a warning growl. Sans peers under the bed to make sure 4 doesn't get any nasty ideas, but the cat just presses into the opposite corner and hisses at the small robot.

"the heck just happened? was someone writing on the mirror?"

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Don't cross the river if you can't swim the tide

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