BAM. SHITPOST

Indie | Pri | Selective | Mettasans Fusion by Sarcasticasides | Written by Aku

[sansaton-blog]

Bam, starter call

[judgefallen-blog]

@sansaton liked for a starter!

   “ I have no idea how to comment on this since you actually don’t look terrible. ”

   There’s an apologetic look in their eye, words obviously not ones Frisk would’ve gone with theirself.

   “ So, what’s the story here? Why’d you two mash up instead of a, uh… more appropriate combination? ”

[sansaton-blog]

Heh, they didn’t look terrible? Well that was quite true; after all, they could have ended up getting fused with that brat && ended up like some sort of abomination. But none the less their fusion was more of a stable one anyway; no extra limbs of anything but a second eye. They can read the expression those those dead sockets but only let out a chuckle in response to it all.           *oh my my, it could have been far worse, sweetheart.           *i could have grown extra limbs like yourself and not appear            to be human at all!           *and appropriate? how humerus.            *we were well suited for eachotehr but...           *er, someone wanted to test the waters out.        

[sansaton-blog]

metaltrousle:

               “A most shocking and clever twist to be sure, I know!”

               The thing about plot twists, though, was that to do them           properly there needed to be enough build up to them. Throwing           them around willy nilly made them loose their shock factor,           after all! Perfectly executing the twist was a building a puzzle           in its own right, and putting the pieces in the wrong place could           all too easily unravel this slippery sweater.

               Then again, why bother with the semantics? Two of them           meant two times the suspense! The intrigue! The GLAMOUR!           Two was always better than one, as far as glamour was concerned.

               “Fair enough, but! Dearest brother, this has yet to answer the           question–for real, which one of us is hosting the show?” His           expression turned genuinely perplexed. “I’m not sure about you,           however, as for myself, I… have NOT yet figured out how to undo           this!”

It seemed like the two of them were in the same boat! Since Sans && Mettaton themselves has no idea how to reverse this rumored death. Asking Alphys right now would only lead to giving the scientist more stress ontop of what she already has. Though what a very good question....just WHO was hosting the show if neaither of them were at the moment.          *well, sweetheart that’d be---          *that’d be....          *hm.

Hm. This definitely took some thought. Some thought that this fused skelebot would certainly not  partake in! Hah, he was still as lazy as every with Sans in his mind. A shrug of the fluffy shoulders was all that was given in response.             *i haven’t worked that one out yet, actually.             *but don’t worry, i can always say i’m taking a break.

[sansaton-blog]

I can’t stop imaging Sansaton with guns attached to their boots; they probably shoot out small MTT shaped bullets

[sansaton-blog]

[8:29:26 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: #{ squints cosmo & wanda ? }

[8:29:33 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: we've been found out

[8:30:13 PM] Panda: can the mettaton/annoying dog fusion be poof

[8:30:27 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: y es

[sansaton-blog]

           DRAMA! ROMANCE!                                            HIGH JINKS! LOW JINKS!          All on our new show, ATTACK OF THE KILLER SKELEBOTS!

Personals do not like / reblog

[metaltrousle-blog]

@sansaton has no idea how this is going to work either

               “HOLY HIGHWAY HOTPANTS!” Two hands come and           grasp at his own face, while the remaining pair go and hold           the other’s face. Because certainly, Mettarus recognizes that           permanent grin, both halves of him would know it from           anywhere–but the both halves of him also recognize that hair           and the paneling and the excellent taste in footwear, and as           such the whole of him is entirely perplexed.

               “I don’t understand!” The reverb in his voice wavers ever so           slightly, the robot in him grasping ever so gently at total control           before diffusing neatly once again. “If YOU’RE Mettaton, and I’M           Mettaton, which one of us is hosting the show?!”

[sansaton-blog]

Now this was certainly a shocker! But what was a good show without a plot twist?! After all, both of them shared the same traits gained from Hotland’s number one star; so it was only common knowledge! Though they wern’t going to lie, just one look at this tall and skeletal like bot && they knew a younger sibling was in there too all the way down to their quirky exaggerations. A single pair of hands are shoved into fluffy pockets, expression while something that never changed, remained as calm && collected as usual,  dual eyes on one clear side closing as they spoke.            *ohhh but this is where the plot twist comes, darling            *you see.... && right as they were ready for the last bit did their eyes beam open, the bottom one glowing blue for dramatic effect.              *there’s two of us!   

[artwheat]

but u know who the Mettaton + Sans fusion reminds me of tho

[lovaniac-deactivated20161111]

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{ This one looks familiar. Huh. Maybe it’s the hair… or that coat. Nah, it’s gotta be the hair. It looks too dark to be them. Too slick to be normal. Just… too damn UNNATURAL. It reminded them of someone, but couldn’t quite place the name. The rest of them, though, heh. That was easy. No one could miss that grin that seemed to laugh without speaking, or those rested eyes which never slept. }

     (”WhaT’S WIth yOU, huH? Take the hiGH road          and get chUMMY with some M-METAL?”);

                             (”Was it th-the confidence? The beauty?                                          OH, I KNow, it was the energy. YoU COUldn’t                                          stanD BEing so USELess and took the pasSION                                          All for yoURSELF.”);

[sansaton-blog]

It was humorous how this one looked so much just like same same kid who’d haunt ever Monster’s nightmares, even with that wicked grin of their wider && hungrier than before was it not hard to guess who was in there; or atleast.. who was apart of this creature. A chuckle escaped the ever grinning lips of the droid; perhaps one could say that but wasn’t getting chummy with someone usually result in this kind of a mess? Atleast...aside from the abomination this one before them was.

                     *oho, i wouldn’t put a ring on a guess like that, sweetheart.                      *who would have guessed someone like you got chummy with                       that brat of a child.                      *i guess none of us are perfect then, hm?                       *except for myself now.

[sansaton-blog]

Bam, starter call

[sansaton-blog]

[10:52:56 PM] fresh horatio: e veryone wants me and undyne to fuse

[10:53:00 PM] fresh horatio: HElp

[10:59:52 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: Do it

[11:00:06 PM] fresh horatio: BUT I

[11:00:07 PM] fresh horatio: SWEATS

[11:00:10 PM] fresh horatio: I DON'T

[11:00:11 PM] fresh horatio: KNOW HOW

[11:05:13 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: idk man you do some dance or somethin

[11:05:16 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: souls get merged

[11:05:17 PM] 「Death by Megalovania」: shrugs

[11:05:57 PM] Panda: as long as its not the dance of death you're fine

[11:06:11 PM] Panda: ask your dad for help he might still have the manual

[callmeplatonically-blog]

   -It’s not like he minds the obvious rerun of “It Came From Beneath the Sink (& Was Absolutely Gorgeous)”; not when he’s far too engrossed with tapping away his phone to spare the television a second glance. He’s seen this episode enough to know exactly which pixelated images correspond to the audio cues, particularly the part where the unsuspecting child (Mettaton in a helicopter beanie) pries open the kitchen sink only to gasp and face–the full force of flirtations from an “Absolutely Gorgeous” cereal box who still possessed big dreams of appearing as a prop on Hell’s Kitchen despite his decade’s-long expiration date. The poor cereal box! Shoved back so far beneath the sink until his insides had gone stale, he still held onto his dreams for so long down in the damp dark! Truly there could be no other role-model for monster-kind than  the hopeful cereal whose seal could not be punctured by mildew and mice! Papyrus had been so moved when he first saw the episode, he’d gone ahead with his sink-renovation plans effective immediately. Even if he would only store extra bones in the added space, the cereal’s plight is never quite far from his mind every time he swings each sink door wide enough to make doubly sure no member of the kitchen would make a hermit’s nest within the bowels of dripping pipes. Truly it’s a noble tale to have imprinted on one’s mind. Especially when said mind is preoccupied with soothing a saucy fish over IMS.

   Still not entirely sure what’s gotten her gills gunked-up, Papyrus taps so furiously at his screen as his subconscious settles for the faint sounds of the TV, that he can’t possibly distinguish between the sink doors opening, and the front door swinging ajar. Well, not until Sans pipes up with his usual greeting, that is. Usually, it’s a sound he can also register without having a full visual, but something’s…dare he say–off? Almost as if Sans had rammed another hot dog up his nose before attempting to greet him.- NOTHING MUCH. UNDYNE IS GOING ON AN INQUISITION. THE USUAL! -One final tap on “send”, and the wall of emojis snorting birthday cakes through straws is sent through cyberspace on its way to–hopefully distract Undyne from unnecessary interrogations.-

   EXCEPT YOU’RE HOME EARLY AND YOU SOUND LIKE YOU SWALLOWED ANOTHER WHOOPEE CUSHION? ARE YOU FEELING ALRIGHT? -He inquires, finally prying his gaze off the phone long enough to balk at the sight of the stranger poised in his living room. A sharp splutter escapes him as his surprise sends him scrambling backwards to the opposite end of the couch, knocking the upholstery helter-skelter as he points accusingly at the intruder.- YOU’RE NOT SANS! SANS DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE’S TRYING TO COSPLAY METTATON! SO THAT CAN ONLY MEAN…YOU’RE A HOME INTRUDER! -One of the smaller cushions makes its debut in front of him, a poor but very plush shield to fend off the prowler.- 

   TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE–

      LEAVE ME SOME SPAGHETTI!

[sansaton-blog]

Heh, so this rerun was on? A Single eye would glance at the screen while the other stayed locked on Papyrus  as he finished  texting away at Undyne. His reply only giving him a heart stopping like feeling. Almost like his body was ready to split into the two beings that possessed this fusion. Oh no no no, this is exactly what Sans feared. After all, it did take a bunch of convincing && he grew nothing but silent, slime somehow beading down his metallic skull, sputtering out his own response in the process.              *papy d--              *p...papyrus i’m not---!!

God, his voice would glitch out as he corrected himself with the younger’s name. No, Mettaton, he couldn’t  even go that far to call his own brother by those affectionate terms; they’d have to come to a compromise sooner or later. But for now it was more of Sans needed to take the time to explain what was going on to Papyrus. That was...if he brother was willing to listen instead of panicking so bad. If he needed to be convinced so be it, but if anything his own brother should know when someone is literally his own brother; even in a fused body like this.           *i’m not an intruder, i swear bro.           *hah...come on, you’re freaking us out now. && there was that slip of the term ‘we’. This would just take time

[noahes]

Visit Original Link

[metaltrousle-blog]

me and my 8 icons are gonna party on this blog

[sansaton-blog]

 Okay but same.

[sansaton-blog]

@callmeplatonically​

Okay...okay...okay...this wasn’t suppose to happen but-- it didn’t seem too bad? Sure the two would have to figure out a way to reverse all of this, but knowing Alphys’ work it would take some time. Though fortunatly the two seemed to get along well in the same body; being nothing far from polar opposites. While this just occurred by pure luck while the skeleton took a visit to Hotland, he never expected it to turn out like...this. Putting off any shows for the night did the droid settle for reruns until further notice; until they were ready to debut this new body. Though with the reruns even the most loyal of fan would regonize going on did this mean that they had the chance to go back to Snowdin now. Luckily the overall attired given from this transformation of fusion made going to the sudden climate change mar more easier; while Mettaton would usually freeze && lock up in the cold unlike Sans, both of the two were warm now in this new body. All they had to do was teleport back home, simple as that. With Sans’ magic still in tact was it no problem as they’d SPARE Alphys for now-- Though both knowing her she’d probably panic when seeing that Mettaton wasn’t around or didn’t come back to the lab. Alright....

One...          Two....

&& They were back in Snowdin, boots digging into the snow as an arm extended for the door. A slow inahle before turning the knob && seeing that the house was dimly lit by the television,  one of MTT’s rereuns playing as he found the younger Skeleton curled up on the couch awating his brother’s arrival.

       *sup bro.

His voice stammered a bit, still getting use to the bit of robotic tone sounding as he spoke.           *i’m home a bit early.           *what’s on, the usual?

[princessmtt]

@sarcasticasides’s Mettasans fusion is literally my child (and the symbol of mine and @megaloovania’s entire friendship on and off rp) so attempting a Sansaton NEO was a given. I’d imagine Sans’s low HP and NEO’s abysmal defense actually cancel out and make their bad time fusion pretty formidable! As well as just pretty in general. Look at this pretty purple sweet potato I love them.

[darlingblooky-a-blog]

      Napstablook had been sitting at their computer, listening       to music while trying to figure out a mix to create… for       themself, for once, actually. Their music was up too loud,       as always, and it made the ghost hesitate to respond to       any noises that came around. Normally, a small knock       could just be an oddity in the track, after all.

      But then they heard words too. The music muffled them       but they didn’t want to be rude… Someone could be at       the farm, after all. They couldn’t ignore a potential       customer, even if those were so very, very rare. It was       important to… make sure they at least checked…       whenever they weren’t busy or too tired. And when they       were just too tired or not in the mood, they could easily       pretend to not be home.

      But they weren’t too tired to check on the farm, so they       turned down their music and floated to the door, opening       it after some effort was placed into interacting with the       solid object.

      Well, their first instinct was to fade away because of the       strange person in front of them and their second was to       close the door. But… the person was familiar enough that       they didn’t feel… too uncomfortable.

      “… Oh… Do I know you…? I’m sorry if I do… and just don’t       remember… I do that sometimes…”

      The ghost seemed to still be fighting the urge to just fade       away and leave the… familiar stranger alone in their house.       But they hadn’t saved their most recent mix in a while. So…       they couldn’t do that…

[sansaton-blog]

They’d wait, the ghost always seemed to take his time && Mettaton reassured the skeleton that once things were explained to Napstablook maybe he’d understand all of this. However--when they answered the door did that plastered on grin of their’s grow wider, just wanting to start by greeting him right away, to maybe kick up a nice conversation but.... They...They didn’t recognize them? His wide grin dropped as much as it  could seeing that the grin was plastered onto his metallic skull. Perhaps it was just his appearance but...Inside, the skeleton could feel Mettaton tensing  up, just wanting to call out to his cousin in hopes he’d realize just who this monster was before him.           *blooky darli--

&& with that was he cut off immediately before sputtering out a fixed  response.           *heya buddy it’s uh, been a long time, huh?           *come on, don’t act like you don’t know who we are.