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Janaina Medeiros
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@mettatonic
METTATON, everyone's favorite idol! From UNDERTALE.
trans metaphor: the robot
Used to be a sad little ghost thing but now look at him
(lady gaga voice) lives for the applause
He ❤s committing acts of violence on live television
rules / app / stats.
Oh! A text!
[Text]: Sure! That sounds like fun >[^D] [Text]: What's your grand idea? Don't keep me in suspense!
He texts like he talks. How cute.
[ text ] There's this funhouse that's appeared over in Archimedes with a delightful little secret 💕 [ text ] It's really no fun when you're all by yourself and better experienced as a pair. [ text ] Whenever you're free, come with me.
No 'please'. Just demanding, as usual. If anyone ought to find it charming, it's probably the CRT.
Once Alphys discovers her new phone's contact list, she tries and fails to find Undyne's name, and her number from home just leads to a dial tone. And most of these other names, she's never heard of them before...
There is one name gives her assurance that the Mettaton on TV wasn't just a recording. That said, finding what to say to him is harder than it looks, and her shaking claws aren't doing her any favors, either.
In fact, she's so unused to this human-designed touchscreen, that she accidentally turns on her camera, which results in...
To: METTATON From: ALPHYS
A photo like this being sent to him.
@mettatonic
He's just walking through the front door of his assigned housing, reaching back to pull off his high heels, sighing heavily, when he gets the text notification on his phone.
Mettaton's not feeling particularly social right now, his battery low and a faulty wire in one of his legs bothering him, to the point he skipped out the latter half of his scheduled meetings just to go home, but he still decides to check his phone regardless.
And his eye nearly bugs out of his skull.
What?
What???
WHAT??????
He doesn't bother with texting back—no, instead he just hits the call button and practically flies up the stairs to his bedroom while the phone rings... and rings... and rings... to the point where he thinks she might not even pick up at all. Mettaton can vividly picture her staring anxiously at the screen, waffling on whether or not to accept the call...
But in the end...
"Alphys!" He cries when he finally hears her on the other end. "How long have you been here?! And I'm only just now hearing from you?!"
The phone is set to speaker and placed on his nightstand so he can change into his pajamas and wipe his makeup off easily. He plops down onto the bed, finding his charging cable to plug right into his back.
"I was beginning to mourn the lack of familiar faces around here..."
[ text ] Let's do something, you and I. [ text ] Outside of work! 😚 [ text ] I doooo have an ideaaaaa 💖 if you're amenable to it ✨
He's definitely hanging halfway off his bed in his pajamas with his hair pinned back as he sends these.
@anttennatime
:3 pink drink
"Fancy meeting you here."
He practically appears out of no where, in sparkling pink and immaculate makeup. Clearly he wanted to be the most glamorous person at the party.
It wasn't hard to pick out Tenna from the crowd, on account of him towering over literally everyone else.
"You know, you should have told me you were coming! Here I thought it'd only be me and a bunch of underdressed strangers."
@anttennatime
[Text]: Hey are you free tonight
[Text]: GOD I WISH I WAS [Freedom]
@anttennatime
[Text]: They're putting on a showing of Some Like It Spicy at the drive-in and I don't have a car. You fly, I'll buy >[^)
[text] YOU HAD ME AT BUY [text] I'LL BE RIGHT THERE
[Text]: Great! I know someone who'll have fun with this too. I'll invite him.
|| SMS Message to: @mettatonic ||
[Text]: Hey there's a movie showing at the drive in that Spam and I haven't seen in years. Wanna join? >[^D
[text] What!!!!!!!!!! [text] How is that even a question?! I'll be right over!
. . . . .
"...Oh."
A series of expletives run through his mind. He's flattered, he's happy, he's full of dread at the very thought. But the other is clearly waiting for an answer, as hard as it was to form one. And it looked like Tenna was struggling to find the words to say to him.
"...The." ... "Problem. Is with me, not you, ah. I-I'm not... I um, I don't really do casual relationships like that anymore. You're a rising star, you're popular here already. You're a cutting-edge piece of technology! I'd just... bog you down, don't you think?"
As if to placate the other, he puts a hand up reassuringly.
"Look, I won't lie to you. You're really something special--I mean that. And if I thought it would work out, I'd..."
As he trails off, for just a second, something flashes on his screen again. The sight of someone short in a bright red suit, black hair slicked back, pale as a ghost. Bolting through a door--
He has to smack the side of his casing to get that thought out of his head as fast as possible. Thankfully, the ribbon holds, but the robot it's attached to is almost shaking, as if haunted by something.
"...I,"
A hand finds itself on Mettaton's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. It's not his fault.
"I think I need to head out. I really... I hope I'm not... You won't..." ... "You won't stop talking to me and hanging out with me, will you?"
"Bog me down?" He can't help but echo, but Tenna keeps talking. Mettaton barely catches the memory on his screen, just a glimpse of a familiar-looking man. The large hand on his shoulder pulls his thoughts away from that, though.
He's never made any real advances on anyone, but he'd known there were many that would jump at the chance for just a day with him. So he... wasn't expecting rejection, and it's mildly confusing, with Tenna's reaction making it even more confusing. It stings, certainly, but—
"Why would I stop talking to and hanging out with you?" Mettaton asks, incredulous. One of his hands comes up to pat the much larger hand on his shoulder.
Maybe the assumption that he would drop Tenna like that stings worse than rejection. If it does, he does a good job at not showing it.
This old CRT is such a sensitive thing. He can be so timid, such a contrast to his rather grandiose and commanding persona when he's in front of the cameras.
"I still expect to see you for movie night," he continues, his own sort of assurance that he's not going anywhere, that they're still friends, and he's not upset.
Know Yourself - information
For the event, Mettaton's past self has appeared from before he got his original robot body, and before meeting Alphys. So he's just a cute little ghost!
Hikkikomori to the max.
Definitely doesn't know how he got outside. Or to the Surface at all.
oh my god there's so many humans around
Still pink!!! With a swoop of "hair" over his right eye, as usual. Random fanart for reference.
Has a horrific sense of self-esteem and will probably try to hide from sight as much as he can in any way he can.
Extremely anxious.
Dreams of having a body and being a star, but thinks that it's unattainable.
Peer into my muse's memories
❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
💕- A memory about their significant other
💞- A memory about their children
💓- A memory about their friends
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💖- A memory that made them feel special
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
💟- Wildcard!!!
Well, nothing so far. No pain, anyway. Just the very acute feeling of something wrapping around it. And when the other is done, tentatively, he reaches up to feel it... A few claws peek out from his fingertips, pressing lightly. ... Yup, that feels like it'll hold!
"Ha, you think so? Can't remember the last time I wore something--"
A creeping pink static pricks at the edges of his screen.
"...Pink." He finishes, taking a small, old-fashioned compact mirror from his coat pocket to give it a look. It's cute!
"W-well it works with the tie I've got on today! You've got a good eye for this kind of thing."
... ...No, he's got to ask. He can't not ask.
"...So do you, uh. You in the habit of kissing cheeks? Is that more common now?"
Really, he wasn't really anticipating Tenna to ask about it, given how skittish he'd been about everything else. It'd be easy to brush off as being friendly and affectionate, wouldn't it?
He also... didn't really plan this far ahead. Oops.
"No, it's just for you."
Blunt honesty is the best policy. Maybe.
Outwardly he's all smiles and charms, but on the inside he feels like he's back in that lonely bedroom and screaming into his pillow over some cute guy he saw on TV or in one of the few times he left the house.
...Utterly clueless regardless. Might as well just wing it. What's the worst that could happen?
"If it's a problem, I'll stop. You just make it very hard, darling."
put in my semi-hiatus request but i wanna post now, tomorrow i'm getting top surgery and will probably be out of commission for a week or so! i'll still be available on discord if you wanna reach out there (dm if you want it, or you can find me in the isola discord if you're in there) and might check my dash on my phone sometimes but otherwise i don't think i'll be doing much writing.
...A pink ribbon behind his back?
Get your circuit board out of the gutter, Ant. It's probably for something else.
At the eyes and the gesture, though, he puts two and two together, and... sits up a bit, hesitating. Thinking.
Mettaton... probably knew what he was doing with this? The tape has held up well so far, but it's sturdy and secure. It hurts when it isn't; he loses about half his senses of his surroundings.
It was a nice gesture, though. If the ribbon held. It'd certainly be prettier than an ugly wad of tape covering a very obvious injury.
"...If you know what you're doing."
To make things a little easier for him, he gets down on his knees.
"Just, be careful with it, okay? Smarts something awful if it's outta place."
His reluctance is obvious, but he seems willing to let the other give it a try.
"I'll be gentle," he promises with a grin. It looks rather fragile, and he doesn't want to cause any further damage. So he doesn't bother removing the tape, he's not sure what would happen if he did, and he'd rather not chance it.
Delicately, he winds the ribbon around the antenna, expertly concealing the tape beneath it. His movements are slow and deliberate, his gaze focused.
One loop, two... pull... and the antenna is wrapped up in a nice, pretty pink bow. A bold splash of color. It holds fast and tight; it'd take some effort to accidentally pull it off.
"There. Oh my, I'd say pink suits you well," Mettaton states, giving Tenna a pat on the top of his head. And, without much thought (or maybe too much thought...), he plants a quick kiss to the side of Tenna's screen. He moves on from it quite quickly, though, saying, "How about you take a look in the mirror?"
"Oh, that so? You've already dropped off a lot, y'know. You don't have to keep giving me things!"
He gives a laugh, but looms over the other, tilting his head curiously when he does so. His hands fold behind his back, fingers lacing together.
"...Buuuuuuut it's a good thing I love a good prize! So, what's behind door number one, Starlight?"
"It's very simple," Mettaton replies with a smile, and when Tenna gets a little closer he moves his hands out from behind his back.
There's a strip of glossy, pink silk ribbon in one hand. It really is simple, and he raises his hands again to reach up to Tenna's head, and...
...He pauses, eyes flickering to that bent antenna wrapped up in tape before going back to Tenna's screen. Mettaton gestures to the antenna and says, "May I?"
@anttennatime, continued from here:
"I have something for you," he states casually. Tenna's still pretty tall right now, and while Mettaton could extend his arms to reach where he wants to... well, he'd rather Tenna get down to his level.
Mettaton winds his surprise around his fingers behind his back. "Come a little closer, will you? Even with the heels I can't really reach your level."
Name: Mettaton Age: Rude to ask; I’m old enough Show Title: MTTV Description of the Program: A program that not only plays your favorite music videos, but guest stars different musicians and actors throughout the city and often hosts live performances, from dancing to singing… with the occasional performance from the channel’s own host. Intended Audience: 16+ Daytime or Late Nite?: Both; daytime would have safe for work videos and performances, while the more… salacious programs run during the evenings. Please provide an RP icon to use as your character’s portrait!:
Do you agree to the terms of the Contract stated in our About Us page?: of course… ^_^
“Well, I think that’s just swell! Sure, I can give you two timeslots! Great idea, actually.”
That large hand takes the paper contract, tucking it into his jacket pocket for now.
“Welcome to the set, Mettaton! Lemme walk you through what I’ve got here.”
