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greeter for @madexfdeterminatixn!

Mettaton fiddled with the fluffy sleeves of his oversized sweater. Unbecoming of the robotic star, of course, but it was comfy and he felt less anxious being able to hide in his turtleneck. Speaking of his stardom, the poor robot had so many thoughts going through his mind. Rehearsals, interviews, script writing, meetings--! He could barely keep track of them all.

As he continued on his 'calming’ walk through the Underground, his eyes were focused on tugging his sleeves and running his finger against the sweater’s patterns, over and over again. 

He was so lost in thought, in fact, that he didn’t notice someone approaching from the opposite direction of the narrow pathway. Evidently, he bumped into them, yelping in surprise.

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greeter for @a-young-lion!

Mettaton sat there, alone on one of the rocks in Waterfall. The sweater-clad robot held a Nice Cream in each of his hands; one was for himself, and the other... Well, it was meant for Blooky, but they sped off. They said they had to do something. The anxious star had never seen his cousin turn down an opportunity to ‘hang out’ with him, and frankly, he was worried. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he overthought that moment, wondering what he did wrong. 

The concern was plastered plainly onto his face, as he sighed, holding the two unopened Nice Creams in his hands. He was unsure how to open one of them while he was still holding the other in his other hand, and he didn’t want to put it on the ground, or on a rock where it would end up unbalanced and fall onto the ground...

He heard someone coming. Perking up and looking at the direction the sounds came from, he noticed a pink lion approaching. He was desperate, and his social anxiety was temporarily overridden as he jumped to his feet, walking towards her. “Hello...! Um, excuse me, but... W-Would you care for a Nice Cream? I bought it for someone else, but... uh... They didn’t show up.”

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starter for @sansoftimeandspace!

Mettaton paced back and forth for the same few feet on the path between Waterfall and Hotland. He'd been pacing for quite some time, and now comically began to form a rut where he had walked over and over again. His face looked distressed. The robot’s features were graced with worried expressions as his mouth was pressed into a thin line, and he stared at the ground, almost appearing to be on the verge of tears. He was muttering to himself anxiously, unaware of his surroundings as he thought he was alone for his minor breakdown.

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“Jon? Oh--! Oh my goodness, Jonathan! Hello! It’s so good to see you again, darling!” Excited robot is excited. Mettaton practically ran up to Jon and almost leapt over to hug his old friend before catching himself and composed himself, a little embarrassed by his own enthusiasm. 

It had just been such a long time since he’s had any days off to talk to anyone other than Blooky, and even then that was not something he got to do that often these days. Despite being so introverted, going so long without any social interaction was making him miss that a lot.

Still, he smiled happily at Jon and did not invade his personal space without warning. “How have you been lately? I’m sorry, it’s just-- It’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry, I already said that! Oh no, sorry, I think I’m apologizing too much, I’m sorry--!” And with that, his smile turned into a flustered, embarrassed expression that screamed about how much he wanted to turn incorporeal and hide. First time talking to someone face to face in a while and he screwed it up. Great going, Mettaton.

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[Continued from this post! @nomorevacationdays]

Mettaton really hadn’t wanted to get out of his nice quiet house to drag himself outside for work, but here he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to act and whatnot, oh no, he loved acting more than anything. It was just that he’d have to check up on his hotel on his way to the studio and-- The fans. He loved them all, of course, but it was just that they were so overwhelming sometimes.

Donning a large pink sweater, he started walking to his hotel to see how well everything was going. Apparently not as well as usual, was what it seemed like. He heard from passing monsters that something was amiss with the Burger Emporium. Huh.

The robot was about to head over to there and question what was going on, when he noticed a tail sticking out of a nearby dumpster. Oh-- Oh. Mettaton hurried over. Oh goodness gracious. What was Burgerpants doing here? Quickly, he took a look into the dumpster and sure enough, his feline employee was lying inside and looking utterly pummeled. Seeing him like that was horrible.

“Oh dear-- Are you alright?” Mettaton asked. No, stupid question. Of course he obviously wasn’t alright, but never mind that now. As much as he wanted to ask other generic questions like ‘how did this happen?’ he thought he should probably put more important matters first. “Can you speak? D-Do you need me to take you to a hospital...?”

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@sinfulglambot​ liked for a starter!

Modest blinked, staring at the one in front of him. Was this... another robot? That looked kind of, sort of, like him? “...Um... Hello... Are you, uh, supposed to be another version of me...?” He asked quietly, seeming pretty timid about asking. He tended to be rather shy around others, but he’d heard of concepts like other universes and was pretty curious about that sort of thing.

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Between ✪✪✪✪ and ✪✪✪✪✪ for Mettaton [ a-young-lion ]

Send my Muse some stars! | Accepting!

✪✪✪✪ = You’re okay✪✪✪✪✪ = Whoa you’re kinda cute

“O-Oh, is that so? Well, thank you...!” The robot is blushing. Blushy boy.