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Name: Mettaton
Date: 11/01
Format: video

Hey there darlings! Happy Noveuer! I hope you all had a fantastic Samuin full moon!!

...Unless your name is Eren Jaeger.

[It's Mettaton EX, on video this time, as is his element. He's holding the camera close enough at first to be a charming headshot, but as he pulls the camera back, it becomes obvious with dents and scratches that his metal chassis has been damaged. From the very moment he spat Eren's name, his smile's colored with malice.]

Public Service Announcement: Eren tried to eat me last night! Oh yes! I was minding my own business, out near the Wilde as any good Monster might, on his merry mischief-making, during a full moon like this... When suddenly, I was attacked!

Thank my lucky STARS that Mikasa arrived on the scene, my knight in glittering armor. Or else, I would have been rendered into incredibly sumptuous scrap metal. I'd love it if someone could give her a big round of applause!!

Since I can't.

[The camera is pulled back ever more. Mettaton is missing an arm, and sparks and wires emerge from its socket. Can't applaud without a second hand.]

If anyone so much as catches a GLIMPSE of his sorry tail, give me a hand, and tell him for me:

He needs to keep that tongue and those teeth firmly AWAY from others,
Give me my arm back,
And, he owes me money.

Eren, if YOU see this: Give me my arm. Also: you owe me money!

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[He chuckles to himself at Mikasa's obliviousness, slipping the paper right out of her hands once more to give it a look. To actually skim it, maybe. Reading took too much focus sometimes, and that's just not focus Mettaton's willing to dedicate when he has a destination to get to.]

Yes... That would ruin the immersion of our knife fantasies.

[Instructions: read, so Mettaton is roughly knowledgeable on the process of chocolate-making now. It was just a matter of getting Mikasa's boiling water hot, then makeshift working with a double boiler. It didn't seem too hard, and Mettaton sits for a rare moment, somewhat with an air of exhaustion.]

Making a knife out of chocolate... That sort of reminds me of something I'd do on a show. I bet humans would love to watch an absurd program about a robot, forging a knife out of tempered chocolate! Especially if there were a dark side plot, to accompany the otherwise educational process of chocolatiering... What a great idea.

[Mettaton reinvents that YouTube video by being strange. He's apparently not wrong, somehow.]

[Maybe. Mikasa could only read the numbers, she was going to assume Mettaton had read it before. It wasn't as though she was going to eat it, so the actual taste didn't matter.

They'd probably have to do something about the smell too. Or would Eren believe them if they said it was from a kitchen?

Though she did turn her head to listen, then back to the pot. Watching him from the corner of her eyes. Giving him a scoff.]

...Yeah. From what I've seen people do like strange things. [So it checks out. It was true what Momo had said, people with too much time on their hands.] If they have a school to make things like this. [Still...]

I don't belive he ripped your arm off... [Eren, what the fuck are you doing?]

[They could cover it in even more scents, obviously.

Mettaton's glad to hear her agree with his video idea, and he'd even interject that he doesn't actually need to learn a thing to make it a reality, when Mikasa remarks about his arm again. It felt like a phantom limb: the robot occasionally forgot it was even there sometimes. He glances at it, then back to the Fae.]

Right... [He sighs, rubbing the area beneath the socket left behind.] I don't remember it all very clearly. Except for the part where he nearly snapped down on my body. Thank my lucky stars, that it was only my arm. I can put that back on more easily.

[It hurt. it wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't as though his core had been smashed, nor his body decimated. Speaking of which, Mettaton looks right to Mikasa, where he stands and motions to his waist. There's a window there, and within is a faintly glowing pink heart. She's surely noticed it before.]

I can withstand a lot, darling. However. If Eren had punctured my body, and broken my core here... That can kill me. Think of it like all of my robot data! My memories, my personality... This is where my soul is.

[He smiles. Mikasa's his friend, so she should know how to protect him, should he need the help.]

[Given the general awareness of how to be clean here. It'd probably already gotten some fae dust already. At least Mettaton only had one arm that'd be hovering about the pot and getting possible fur in... It's fine. It wasn't as though it was being eaten.

It's perfectly fine.

Which was why Mikasa was watching him instead of focusing on 'cooking'. Her face falling as she swallowed.] Should you be touching it? It keeps...crackling, like lightning. [Wat is electric?

Though she nodded, accepting that she could handle it. Missing an arm was a lot, but she'd seen humans without an arm. It'd...be a lot, but a human could live it. Unlike that time when she'd first arrived and Mettaton had been missing a chunk of his chest. She could believe his casual attitude on it with that in mind. Though it did take her a moment to think about it.] So... It's your heart? [but that gets a small snort, the fae shaking her head as she went back to their work.]

It doesn't make it okay. He shouldn't have bit you to begin with... It's not the first time he's tried. [Back during that fullmoon.]

[At Mikasa's reminder to quit touching the spot, Mettaton blinks widely and lets his hand drop. He... shouldn't touch it, right. It's not as though it's any particular risk to himself, but Mettaton can be electrocuted. He also makes a greater mental effort to quit from moving the phantom limb, as that only served to agitate the area further and create more sparks. Like lightning indeed, but he doesn't correct her.

(Mettaton wonders if Mikasa understands that he runs on electricity...)

But he nods, and giggles right back.]

AbsoLUTELY my heart, darling. My pure robotic heart and soul... But my sexy body's also worth protecting.

[What would he do without his body?? A VERY necessary element to preserve, even if practically speaking, his core's paramount when it comes to his survival. Mettaton sighs.]

But, anyway... Yes. You're right... It's rotten of him, to disfigure ME. [Mettaton bites his lip, staring at the way chocolate begins melting before his eyes. A dark, firm, concentrated chocolate that would surely yield a fine specimen of a meltable knife...] I had someone ask me if I thought he'd be a danger to other Mirrorbound. I wasn't sure what to say...

[Eileen, he means. She'd wanted to know if Eren ought to be dealt with, and Mettaton assured her no. It was a fluke of the full moons.]

[There was some irony in it. Something she wouldn't point out. That her, the person who'd been scolded for working out when injured and told it would cause more damage, was warning someone to be careful with their injuries.

But his explanation of 'his heart' gets a slow nod, yup heart nod, soul nod, sexy body lineface. Mettaton plz.

Then Mettaton brings up the matter of if Eren was a danger and Mikasa braced herself. Resting her hands on the counter, leaning to look at the slowly warming up chocolate. Giving it a prod with a wooden spoon. Delaying her answer.

Was Eren a danger? Inhaleeeeee. Honestly? Yeah. But it wasn't because he was a dragon. He'd just always been like that. The only thing turning into a dragon had done there had made it more blatant. A man with one leg hobbling along looked harmless to most, a large dragon with it's spines and horns looked dangerous.

Eventually, she gives her answer, as useless as it was?] ... I don't know. He was like that back home. Eaten people, killed... [A small shrug, the fae not lifting her head, keeping her eyes shadowed by her hair.] I've killed people so that doesn't mean much... [No one had clean hands in the war.]

[Mikasa's advice that Eren's still a danger, has always been one, doesn't terribly surprise Mettaton. He stares ahead thoughtfully, wondering more seriously if Eren would hurt... more people. What it would take for him to do it. Did he dehumanize them? Did he do it for some greater purpose? Mettaton is a surprisingly loose person when it comes to deciding someone's virtue: as long as the person wasn't evil, killing just to kill or committing genocide just for the sake of it, he felt there could be merit to them. Even if it was killing for the sake of one person, a few people, or toward some unsteady ideal... Surely, that meant that they thought it was right.

But they're currently in conversation, so Mettaton tries to zone back in. Mikasa, too, has killed many. That also doesn't surprise him. (How many humans have killed other humans? He realizes suddenly that before coming to Aefenglom, he's never met somebody who's killed people before, aside from King Asgore. Such is the weight of the crown.)

He raises his gaze to try to meet Mikasa's eyes, though she's with her head down.]

I told her that it seemed like the work of the full moon... this time. [Mettaton doesn't know that Eren had inured himself to Witch blood, and that unlike Mettaton, he hadn't a steady source of it. He seems at ease with his answer.] Even if he's always been this way... It must have been an accident!

[All Monsters get a little zany on the full moons. Even Mikasa had responded to him with a flash of violence once before... Had stared at him with bloodlust after killing brutally a rabbit, right before his eyes. He stares at her squarely. No Monster was really free of some consequence, after all.]

I feel sure that Eren's not all bad... Even if he's done bad things. You're not bad either, Mika-darling.

[Not for killing people, or anything. She has a good heart, in Mettaton's mind, even if she has finite space for virtuous causes.]

[The fae kept her head ducked down, stirring at the chocolate. She wasn't one to mince words and there was nothing positive or reassuring she could say to that. That when he was still human he'd eaten two people intentionally. That she'd seen him eat other fae and humans in this place.

Eren had been able to justify it. All of it. The sneaking into Marley, the murder of children, the Rumbling itself. That it was all to protect them. To Eren that was worth it, to Mikasa... She wasn't so sure. She didn't want to die. She didn't want her friends to die. And a part of her could understand Eren's urgency given he only had a few years before Ymir's curse would kill him. But it seemed so sudden, like if they'd just given it a little more time. Talked a bit more. They might have been able to find more allies on the outside...

But that was all just a naive girl's musing wasn't it? That everything would work out...

She doesn't even notice that she's stopped stirring. Or the bitter smell as the chocolate scorched at the bottom of the bowl. To distracted by her thoughts and Mettaton's words, even if she still held the spoon.]

What...What would you consider bad?

[Finally she looks up, those large black eyes peering up at him. Because if killing and eating wasn't bad, what was?]

[The weight of Mikasa's question has Mettaton's ears rising, his expression... caught off-guard. It might be most obvious in this moment the amount of damage he's sustained, with tooth marks, fraying metal, a tear in his silicone neck close to his shoulder... Liquid that can't clot still drips from his sparking joint, some strange, ethereal replacement for blood, a developed "circulatory system" that reached into his now-missing arm severed. There's a palpable exhaustion even in Mettaton's gaze from a restless night, aided only in having someone to go home to and to feel safe with, when the experience of the night's full moon would inevitably take some time to settle and scar over in his heart. Even now, having Mikasa here is more helpful than he could let on: being alone isn't on the Puca's agenda.

Mettaton repeats her question aloud.] What would I consider bad...

[He tries to spare it some real thought. Tries to wonder how he could flesh Eren out to be reprehensible, rather than just a bit bad, a lot misguided, a terrible mess.]

Hmm... Such a heavy question. [But he doesn't put on any more airs beyond this, trying to answer it to the best of his ability through a smile.] I suppose...

[Even though he'd hated humanity, his Bonded's countless lives taken were for the sake of his people and god. Eren, too, was trying to protect someone, he'd claimed. There was some sort of virtue there, he assumed. It didn't make it right, not at all, but... Mettaton closes his eye.]

Someone who sought to hurt others just because they could. To see how much damage they could do, for the sake of it. It wouldn't matter who they harmed... Strangers, loved ones. Monsters, humans. Someone who had the capacity to kill, senselessly... That's what I consider bad!

[So loose a definition. He opens his eye with that same smile, leaning against her table and crossing one leg over the other.

...They'd probably have to redo this attempt at their chocolate knife.]

[It was a very complicated question. One Mikasa had thought about before, was a bad person someone who killed? No, she hadn't thought so. After all, all creatures had to kill. That was a part of survival. If a wolf attacked a deer, the deer would have to run or kick back potentially killing the wolf or falling to it's fangs. And people were just another animal in a way.

Like how she and Eren had killed three men on that day. While she did think back and wonder if it was as heroic as she remembered it, there was no denying it had saved her life.

There was so many reasons. Painting it as wrong or right didn't work for that reason, the line was too blurred. Her eyes drifting to him, then watching the strand liquid build up and drip down. Not looking at his face.

By Mettaton's words. Eren wasn't bad... to Mikasa the deaths of those children in Libero had felt needless, but senseless? No, she could understand Eren's reasoning. Even if she hated it. With that thought her eyes slide shut, a resigned sigh slipping out as her shoulders slumped.]

Have you...met someone like that?

[Cruel without reason.]

Hmm...

[Some more thought spared to that. He files through each and every person who has done bad that he knows. In Aefenglom, he'd met a number of people who'd done ill. But none without reason, and all with some desire to protect in the end. Clicking his tongue, he settles upon an answer.]

No. [A pause.] The closest are the Rathmore's... But even they seemed to have some reason behind their cruelty. They wouldn't senselessly hurt other natives to Aefenglom. They were enraged at the refugees, and mirrorbound.

[Oh, they were cruel. They did bad things. But they weren't entirely evil. Whether they could be redeemed was another question entirely. Mettaton wraps his one arm around his waist, as though attempting to cross his arms.]

People do bad things, often for reasons they believe are just! Even I've done things like that. But killing people for the sake of protecting another... That's not completely evil, is it?

[The fae kept her eyes shut. Those black compound eyes were hard to read but it was possible. Mikasa didn't want to risk him catching on to her thoughts there.

...The world. Any world, really was cruel. For one thing to live, something had to die. Be it an animal for food or another human for defense. She'd always known it. It'd...just been so much easier when she was younger. When she'd narrowed her sights. Only focused on the few closest to her. Blinded herself to the others who were just like her, people trying to survive.

Just a part of life.

And she sighs, eyes opening a sliver.] It's not... [In a strange way, any action could be for protection. Couldn't it? Except there was one cruelty she could think of that she couldn't think of a reason for.] I think... [It was a slow, a mumble. As though her tongue was too heavy for her mouth. She paused, swallowing.] I think I've met people like that.

[The men from that day...]

[Mettaton's tall, Leporidae ears rise higher and swivel so that they're facing forward some more as Mikasa begins to reply, slow and clipped and heavy. He's pleased she agrees that those who fight to survive, to protect... That motivation isn't entirely evil, even if misguided, even if bad.

But her reply begs more questions. She's met people that cruel... His gold eye widens, and his ears lean forward.

And while it's something he wants to press upon (and Mettaton even opens his mouth to, not at all wearing anything resembling a smile), something jolts him to a standstill and his posture stiffens. The Puca tears his gaze from Mikasa and fixes on her stove.]

Oh!! Oh— I think we're burning our chocolate, instead of melting it!

[Mettaton leaps into action (quite literally), hopping for the stove and pulling the pan of water with the bowl off of the burner. Indeed, they would need to start over, as this batch is not only rock hard and weirdly goopy, but smoking. Mettaton sighs.]

Well then. No time like the present to get started on a second batch! I loathe to imagine what Eren would do with my arm, given the chance to keep it for long... [What even did he do with those knives he collects, aside from sleep on them or whatever?? He hopes he doesn't lick them.

...Mettaton fixes his attention on Mikasa. He won't forget the hint she had of discomfort just then, discussing a group of people like that.]

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