aefenglom | ＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

Hemet... [Mettaton...It was a good job Emet-Selch's name was so...unique that his nickname made sense.] They're smart. I managed to keep them out with a barrier for a while but...

They knew about iron. [Maybe. Maybe they'd just thrown that shovel iron end first at her fairy ring by chance. She had no way of knowing, but it'd seemed intentional.]

I'm not sure what the nurse gave me...I can't feel my legs...[There's a pause for a moment.] They're there, I can see them. [She did have to check though.]

[Mettaton would probably not have flinched very hard even if she said she didn't see her legs. He's used to just not having legs sometimes. Even though he'd have to reflect on that oddity and recall that people couldn't just put their legs back on...]

OH, GOOD. SO NOTHING DETACHED! THAT'S FABULOUS NEWS ALREADY. [Still not thinking too hard about dismemberment as being a permanent thing for humans, even though he knows better.] BUT YOU'RE POSITIVELY RIGHT, DARLING. THE NUCKELAVEE ARE SMART COOKIES... THEY DIDN'T HESITATE TO FIND OUR HIDING SPOT! IT'S A GOOD THING EMET-SELCH'S SO GOOD AT BEING LAZY, AND THEREFORE EXCELS AT TELEPORTATION. MY DASHING EMPEROR SELCHY-DARLING CAME TO MY RESCUE, EVEN WHILE BLIND...!

[Do Not INteract With This Entire Statement]

IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME. INTENTIONALLY TARGETING YOU WITH METAL LIKE THAT. [A pause.] SHOULD I COME VISIT YOU??? OOOH, I COULD SIGN YOUR CAST!

[He never asked if she has a cast. He has decided she does, or will. And he will sign it.]

[It's times like this, Mikasa wished she only spoke to Mtt via text. Because that sure is a lot of words and a lot of things for her doped up mind to take in one go. She'd understood...about a fifth of it. Maybe. So Mettaton had gotten in trouble and Emet-Selch had saved him.

But hey, he was alright now.]

You can try...They've already made Tendies...Tendou leave. Apparently he was bugging people. [The dumbest of nicknames, Chicken Tendies.

Mettaton...They didn't cast stab wounds...]

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[Slow down there, Mettaton. You're losing her. ...Or maybe he's trying to addle her on purpose. It's fun. Listen to her right now, referring to Tendou as Tendies.

He laughs.]

GREAT. THEN I'M SURE THEY'LL HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH ME! [IMAGINE THE GALL. He's never "bugging" people!] IS IT THE HEOFONLIC HOSPITAL?

[He doesn't know any other hospital, hence his question. ...Mettaton doesn't often go to hospitals. For reasons.]

OH! YOU MUST'VE BEEN IN THERE LONG ENOUGH... TO MISS THE INVITATION WE RECEIVED!!

[Mettaton why this, she's in hospital and feeling so attacked right now. But the hospital name..?]

Uh..It's the big hospital. In the haven. [She couldn't exactly go read the sign.]

I've not, if I had been they'd have let me leave... [This was her most whiny. Even if it was still pretty deadpan. But there's a pause, an unseen tilt of the head.] Invitation? [Slow, like it's a new word. This is news to her.] The thing Howl mentioned? [She'd seen her housemate. Then panicked and went to bother Tendou to check on Tater and Pecker. Howl's reason for the message being promptly forgotten.]

THE HAVEN... I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A HOSPITAL IN THE HAVEN...

[HRM. This will be more difficult than he thought. He's gonna check Heofonlic anyway. Her whininess is privately appreciated and glossed over, adorned by the clap of his hands.]

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, BUT ANY INVITATION MUST BE THE RIGHT INVITATION! YES. WE, AS MIRRORBOUND... WERE INVITED TO DORCHACHT, FOR THEIR INDEPENDENCE FESTIVITIES. IT'S AT THE END OF THE MONTH. YOU SHOULD COME... WITH ME!! THERE'S BOUND TO BE FIREWORKS AND HONEST-TO-GOD MAGIC WOVEN INTO ANY PERFORMANCES THEY DO.

[There won't be any trauma or Fae racism or Morgana or anything. Honest.]

It might be a clinc...[She wasn't so sure now. She'd just been bandaged up, given some painkillers, once the fighting was over and woken up there.]

Do I have to? It sounds loud... [Loud, and she was tired.] Won't I see through the magic though? [Illusions...Being able to see through them was useful, but made it not very entertaining.]

[He'll figure it out. For now, at least he can discuss the invitation...]

OH, A PERFORMANCE LACED WITH MAGIC ISN'T ALWAYS ILLUSION, DARLING. SOMETIMES IT'S ENCHANTMENT! TRANSMUTATION! I CAN IMAGINE ANY NUMBER OF DAZZLING DISPLAYS... EVEN EVOCATION COULD MAKE FOR A SPLENDID FIREWORKS SHOW!

BESIDES... HOW COULD YOU SAY NO TO AN INVITATION, IF IT'S BOLSTERED BY MY REQUEST FOR YOUR ATTENDANCE???

[WHO could say no to METTATON?]

[He could not see her slow, attentive nod. She sees. So that was how they'd do tricks. Yes, that makes sense. If she was remembering the different magic types correctly.]

By saying 'no'? [The easiest answer to 'how could she say no?' But she snorts at her own sad attempt at a joke.] ...Maybe, the healers said I shouldn't work too much.

[And this sounded like the opposite of working.]

[Her attempt at a joke does get a laugh out of the robot. It's one of his merciless ones, though, as though he's ready to convey most unfortunate news...]

OH, FABULOUS!! THEN YOU WON'T HAVE TO DO SUCH AN UNFORTUNATE THING, SUCH AS TURNING ME DOWN. SINCE THIS IS NEGATIVE WORK... AND THEREFORE, PRECISELY WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED!

SO YOU'LL COME?

[But parties were unfortunate news.]

It sounds like negative work...If it was someone else... [Mettaton, like Tendou was a lot of brain work. But hey, the medics said not to work her leg. So thinking thoughts was fine right? Right!?

...Even if thinking was pretty difficult at the moment.]

If they'll let me... I'll look forward to the air.

AND SURELY MY COMPANY! [Don't reply, Mikasa. He doesn't want to hear her break his heart again.] BUT REST ASSURED, DARLING. THERE'LL BE FRESH AIR FOR SURE, AND NOTHING AMISS.

[Nothing like iron powder, pshhhh.]

I'LL STOP BY TO VISIT YOU SOON. [Once he locates where she IS... It couldn't be too hard, right? He may not have anything to focus on as far as regularly-worn items go, but he's still more adept at finding things — and people.] BUT TELL ME, DARLING. WHEN IT COMES TO CAKE... THE PRESENCE OF ALMOND BETWIXT CHERRY DOESN'T DISAPPOINT, DOES IT?

[he's gonna smuggle some CAKE in for her. get her even MORE drunk. there are no rules for Mettaton.]

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You're not going to be hard to keep up with are you? [Both figuratively and literally. She was a quick walker, normally... But his amount of leggy.

But there's a few little chirps at the mention of cake. An offering?]

...Is that because I'm going with you?

EVEN IF I AM, YOU CAN ACCOMPANY EMET-SELCH'S SLOW STRIDE!! HE WALKS AT A LEISURELY PACE. AHAHA...

[Mettato invites Mikasa to keep their mutual Bondmate company as he slowly meanders along at his regular languid stride... Surely she could keep up with him. Or, he could keep up with her.]

THE CAKE. IF YOU'D LIKE TO THINK OF IT THAT WAY... SURE! IT'S BECAUSE I'M THINKING ABOUT YOU, SWEETHEART. THINKING ABOUT THE FOOD YOU HAVE TO EAT THERE... AND HOW IT'S NOT CAKE. A TRAGEDY.

I think I could keep up with two bad legs... [She was nodding. And maybe bullying Emet-Selch slightly.]

Tendou brought me lots of cakes. [It's accompanied with a chirping, as her voice gained a small lit. That was one way to keep a sweet-tooth fae happy.]

[Mettaton cackles at her remark about keeping up with Emet-Selch with both legs out of commission. Yes... They can Mean Girls Emet-Selch together. He is down to bully their Bonded. It'll be Emet-Selch slogging through Dorchacht, Mikasa hobbling along at an equal pace on crutches, and Mettaton powerwalking to get five times the steps in.

The sound of Mettaton clasping his hands together is a bit close, as though he's kind of doing it for a moment slightly around his device. But he lets go enough for clarity.]

DID HE??? OF COURSE...! HE MUST CARE A LOT ABOUT YOU, IF HE'S WILLING TO SMUGGLE IN ALL OF THE CAKE... TO SPARE YOU THE HOSPITAL FOOD.

[If Mettaton ran a hospital, he would deliberately make the food terrible because it's supposed to be.]

[Mettaton...Bless you Mettaton, but do you want to know something depressing there.]

What's wrong with the hospital food? [Back in her ~~day~~ world. You got your mystery gruel and slop and you were Grateful for the sustenance.]

[Oh, he'll need to make his theoretical hospital serve ambiguous slop and gruel that you can't even pinpoint as far as flavor goes...]

IT IS KNOWN THAT HOSPITALS HAVE BAD FOOD. YOU GET CAKE INSTEAD.

But the food here is nice...[There's an almost childish huff. But she's not arguing it to much. Not if he's bringing cake.

When he gets here.]

SURE IT IS! YOU'RE TOO MODEST, DARLING. AHAHAHA!!

[Mettaton just believes she's either bluffing or she doesn't get it. People from her world were bad at understanding high quality taste, it seemed...]

I'LL BE BY IN A FEW! STAY PUT! AS IF YOU'D BE MOVING VERY FAR... HA-HA.

I'm not... [She didn't get it. It wasn't that bad, really. She'd eaten worse. But then again, she was from a world where salt was expensive.

But the time Mettaton found her. She'd not moved at all. Instead those big black eyes where staring straight up at the ceiling, not blinking, slightly glazed over. Had she fallen asleep with them open? Or maybe she'd just gone off to her own world.

Though every few seconds. One of those newly grown 'arm' stumps would give a little wiggle. They hadn't really grown enough to do anything though. Just twitch and be usless.]

[It's okay that she doesn't get it... Mettaton is being absurd.

Nonetheless, it's within the next half hour that Mettaton busts in through the (already open) door. Nurses behind him frantically wring their hands, not sure if they should be letting this... thing in to see the Fae (for many reasons). But they also cannot stop him. They tried to turn him away, but he talked right over them...

It's clearly been a hot second, because he doesn't remember those appendages last time he saw her. It only gives him the mildest of pauses. Mettaton literally employs shapes, slimes, hand monsters, creatures with mouths on their bellies and shit at his resort. No monster's transformation could really faze him.]

MIKASA, THERE YOU ARE! LOST IN THOUGHT...?

[The robot invites himself inside and drops a colorful bouquet of flowers (petals enchanted to sparkle, of course) in a vase aside her bed, because damned if he is going to arrive without the appropriate celebratory offerings! Celebratory, yes. He'd used the flowers as a way to smuggle in a boxed cake, too — he must have bought it. Thankfully, he did not make it. It should be safe.]

AS I PROMISED, YOU HAVE MORE CAKE. [The rectangular Puca proffers it, pulling the lid back as if to demonstrate that it's a cake and not a bomb or something.] I'M A TOUCH RUSTY AT BAKING. SO IT ISN'T RENDERED SO LOVINGLY BY HAND, AS ARE THE ONES YOUR BONDMATE SURELY MAKES. BUT! IT SHOULD BE GOOD.

[A Victorian favorite: a cherry-almond layer cake. Cherry frosting, cherries in the cake, cherries decorating the cake. It's quite cute.]

HOPEFULLY YOU'RE NOT TOO BORED. WHO AM I KIDDING. YOU'RE BORED TO TEARS, AREN'T YOU?

[The fae's head bobs, not in a nod or anything, it was that sleepy drop before she caught herself and pulled it back up to... Antenna wave at those flowers. Flowers meant pollinators, pollinators meant things she could eat. Yes.

Mettaton...You don't have to hide the cake. If he looked he'd find a small table next to her bed with an open box. There was a few empty spaces though.

And at his last question, she turns her attention to him. Those large eyes staring.]

Yes. They won't let me do anything.

[Well that was honest.]

[Everything tastes better when it's consumed secretly. Also, the nurses were dubious about all of Mettaton. What if they took the cake?! ...The chocolates sure are pretty, however. Mettaton takes note of them.]

WHAT A PITY, DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. [He presses a hand to his forehead. ...Forehead.] I'VE BEEN THERE! TRUST ME, DARLING. TOO MANY TIMES I'VE FOUND MYSELF ON A WORK TABLE, INCAPACITATED AND WITH NOTHING TO DO. MISSING LIMBS OR DYSFUNCTIONAL PARTS... A DISMAL TIME. YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHY.

[Not that he has any good suggestions for her other than to break out of the hospital.

Mettaton sets the cake atop a table close to Mikasa, easily within reach as he wheels around to her other side to investigate the chocolates. A heart displays on his screen as he looms over them, making a sort of gasping noise to match the way he brings his hands over his front.]

DID YOUR BONDED, TENDOU, MAKE THESE FOR YOU AS WELL??? HOW ARTFUL! HOW SWEET!! IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. [He turns more pointedly toward Mikasa.] WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HIM, DARLING?

[There's a slow blink. And for one short moment, she things of the workbenches they'd use to take their gear apart for repairs and maintenance.

Though the cake has her attention. Head moving to follow that sweet smell.] Yes... [But then he's talking again. So many words and another question. What did she think about Tendou?] He's nice. [Yes. Just that very blunt comment.

But then her head slowly drifted before jolting back. Realization hitting.] Oh- Everyone kept saying we were dating, so we are... [...yes. Just casually mentioning that.]

＊ You're marrying your Bonded now. You're filled with determination.

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