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video; un: METTATON

Name: Mettaton
Date: 02/20
Format: video
Warnings: mention of death (he's better now!), talk of the recent event (Cwyld, kidnappings)

[Propped up against a plain pillow in the Coven's infirmary is Mettaton. His manner is languid, slow, and his rabbit ears are in such poor shape that they no longer stand anymore, sore-ridden and flopped over. Cradled against his shoulder and chest is a man's head, dark haired with a shock of white at his bangs, fast asleep.

Ears aside, his hair... is perfect. He flashes a photogenic smile otherwise interrupted by rabbit-like teeth.]

Hey there, beauties! It's Mettaton again, coming to you live from the... infirmary. [Not very glamorous, suggests his flat tone.] My sincerest apologies to those of you who've encountered me over the past few weeks. I haven't been in my right mind!! And not only that, but I was infected with the Cwyld. It was horrible. Terrible! Disturbing! To clear things up: I don't actually endorse contracting the Cwyld. In fact... Oh my. I died, thanks in part to it.

In the end, I was offed by one of you lovely darlings, before I... Before it got too bad. I was told it was a duo! [Mettaton tilts his head.] If that encounter sounds familiar, get in touch, gorgeous! I want to thank you personally. I promise I don't bite much... Haha.

[The idol pauses heavily, stuck with a smile. This is the more taxing part of his broadcast, and there's a flash of remorse in his gaze. Mettaton is a practiced face, however, so he's able to pull himself together with startling ease despite the overall tone.]

I'm sure many of you know Mikasa Ackerman. It seems... she's departed all too recently. I looked for her. Everywhere. Trust me. [Mettaton sighs; it's clear he's trying to remain composed enough for conversation, but he allows a measure of genuine sorrow to soften his expression.] She's... one of my best friends. She's a remarkable human who never fails to entrance me, no matter how quiet and stoic. She's powerful, protective, and fierce, and you'd know what I meant if you've met her. She's amazing enough to dazzle yours truly!!

...I tried to tell Eren about Mikasa, but I couldn't reach him, either. If anyone knows where... if he's still here, would you be a dear and let me know? He still owes me money!!

[Mettaton smirks playfully, but it fades as he continues.]

Well. Ahem. As some of you may have known, Mikasa and Eren live in a perilous world. It didn't sound... [Mettaton glances aside, disturbed.] I can't help but wonder if she... If they'll be all right.

[A surprisingly thoughtful silence follows, but Mettaton's quick to shake off his reverie with a quiet sigh and a hard blink. He puts his best face forward and continues, addressing more the rest of the Mirrorbound.]

Speaking of perilous... After a week of disappearances, sickness, and kidnapping alike, how are you all doing? Talk to me, darlings. You aren't going this alone!

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[At some point after waking up from one of many naps that have occurred over this past week, Emet-Selch idly checks his watch to see if there's anything new, anything interesting that he can concentrate on that's something other than being incredibly sore and tired. He's still mostly in the same position as he was in the video when he watches it- a watching that'll be pretty obvious, Mettaton's voice ringing out once more in their small hospital room.

Emet-Selch notes himself there with a frown and a sigh, though it doesn't keep him from resting his head against the puca's body. As the tone of the recording changes though, that mild disapproval mostly fades. He knew that Mettaton had been close to Mikasa... and though it had certainly been startling to them both to discover she was gone (the pain in his Bonds having given way to a dull void in the case of one of them had further confirmed it), he also knew that the puca was the one suffering more for it. The Ascian had the severed Bond to contend with, but while he'd liked Mikasa in a way, and they had begun actually learning more about one another, they still hadn't been particularly close. While Mettaton had even been inclined to go look for her, in his current state... and seeing his distress, even Emet-Selch hadn't tried to convince him to stay. The robot had returned soon enough anyway, empty-handed.

That the Ascian would reply to his posting was a given. And he could just respond verbally. He is literally resting against the originator of this message. And Mettaton's awake, so it's not as though laboriously typing a reply would spare the chance of waking him unnecessarily.

And yet. Here we are. Slow, pointless typing.]

How am I doing...? Terribly. My sleep was even recently disturbed by some obnoxious voice speaking far too loudly and closely to ignore. Perhaps you'd know something about that?

[It hadn't been disturbed at all. He'd slept soundly through Mettaton's entire broadcast, and even if he hadn't, well- he liked his voice anyway. They both knew that.

But he moves on, to a more serious reply. There was no way he could suggest that Mikasa would be fine. She was human, normal, mortal, and she was from a place where those traits accompanied a life frequently made briefer than necessary.]

Despite the dangers she faced, she wanted to return. Without settling things at home, I doubt that she ever would have been happy here.

[Not that he knew how anything in her world would even be settled, apart from an ending that resulted in her death. Though for mortals, at least, death was a certain release from obligations. 'Perhaps she'll return once she's dead' isn't something he particularly wants to say, though.]

( Best face forward, and all that, but Nico is still a little startled by the dazzling show this guy is putting on from the infirmary. Perhaps she shouldn't be - the few times they'd spoken before suggest that this kind of behaviour tracks - and yet ...

She isn't sure. There's something kind of sad about having to put on a brave face about dying. )

You sound awful chipper for someone who just went through all that. Are you sure you're getting on okay?

[Guess who isn't even trying to sound a bit less than unattached and factual.] I believe Eren has returned to his world, at the very least. His side of the Bond disappeared a short while back, but it did not quite come with the shock of a death on the other side I've heard about. His mirror seems to be... broken, as well, I checked when I felt the Bond disappear.

I know not if Mikasa has gone, but I cannot contact her either. My guess is whatever took Eren, or whatever took Mikasa, took them both. I did not check her mirror.

[And what does Mettaton do when Emet-Selch begins playing his post? He smiles, the entire time. Yes... That's Mettaton, on the closest thing this world even has to TV. That's his charming smile and impeccable hair and his beautiful voice. What a usual happenstance, Mettaton on TV. It should be, anyway. But it is a more personal message at times, and he feels another dull ache of a reminder when he hears the part about Mikasa again.

Emet-Selch says nothing after its conclusion, and Mettaton says nothing, either. He quietly rests a hand upon Emet-Selch's side in the meanwhile, petting over him with (now agreeable) fingers. He expects that the Ascian will address it, one way or another.

And he does. By text. For fun.]

Obnoxious...ly handsome. You like my voice, darling.

Besides. Soothed by the melody of my speaking, you slept soundly. The entire time. You weren't bothered at all!

[Because that's why Emet-Selch remained asleep: Mettaton's voice in his ears.

He knew it would be impossible for anyone to say that she would definitely be fine, and that she was vulnerable in a world so good at seeing people dead. He knows Emet-Selch's probably thinking much the same. Long ago the robot may not have considered it far, but after talking to Mikasa and seeing her world for himself, it was hard to ignore.]

I know you're right. And I know she's strong... She'll do what she needs to. One of the things Eren wanted was for her to live, he told me. I can only hope that his hopes, combined with her will... lead to that result. If anyone can make a difference, I think it's her.

Hey there, Nico, darling. [He waves at the camera with the curl of his fingers. And, of course, the smile remains.] What can I say? I've always been told I have a magnetic and cheerful personality!

[And through his smile, MTT sighs. Though he doesn't have lungs, it would be remiss to call it entirely performative, since it's a learned behavior to express the feeling of calming down or putting himself at ease.]

I'll be all right. However. I hate to say it, but... If you meet any other mechanical beings, do urge them to visit the Coven before they dance with death, will you? Were it not for my Bonded, I don't think they would have attempted to resurrect me! They're nowhere near as understanding as you are of my robotic livelihood.

Wow, you look like shit.

[ Yikes, Tsutha. Don't sugar coat it or anything. ]

What all has been happening in Aefenglom while I've been away? I swear, I decide to travel for the first time in months and all the hells break loose!

[He recognizes Maria by her username, since she opts for text. Conversely, Mettaton looks quite different... But it's not like he's hard to spot around the city as it is. He makes a lot of himself. His manner is touched darker by somberness, even past a gentle smile.]

So Eren was Bonded with you, too... I knew of Styx. I wonder if he's getting along all right.

[He heaves a sigh, thinking about it all again.]

Well. That about settles it, doesn't it? Eren's mirror is broken, and his Bond, too. Mikasa... I can confirm she's gone. My fiancé, here, [Mettaton's voice gets a bit quieter so as not to bother sleeping beauty in his arm;] was Bonded to Mikasa. I couldn't make it to the Looking-Glass House, but... he no longer feels his Bond with her, either. Maybe they left together.

[It's hard to call that entirely uplifting, given their complicated history. But it's a history all the same. With his tone still (conscientiously) softer, he redirects his gaze back to the camera.]

A broken Bond... I hear it's an unsettling ache to endure. But more than that, Eren's left. How are you taking it, darling?

[It's a petting that encourages him to shuffle as he settles further against him, as though making himself further at home. There was still the impossibility of finding a position without discomfort, but at least his wounds were unlikely to reopen unless he was really careless.

Shaking his head slightly at the reply (and that it was also text... but then, this wasn't the first time they'd done this), it's something that's practically a nuzzle since he doesn't move his head from Mettaton in order to do so.

Of course he keeps typing.]

One does not preclude the other.

[That is, Mettaton could be obnoxious and handsome, and his voice could be a bothersome disruption while being liked.]

But perhaps you're right, I've likely managed to tune it out entirely by now. 'Tis the only way I've been able to find rest at all.

[The words on Mikasa are still more optimistic than anything he'd offer, but that was to be expected. How could one person make a difference against the entities as she'd described them? She may have been competent and pragmatic (for a human), but he'd watched leagues of competent and pragmatic humans die in circumstances far less dire.

Then again, it wasn't as though he knew she'd die tragically and prematurely. It just seemed likely.]

She did strike as an unusually practical human. Resolute but not unrealistic. Whatever happens to her, it won't be for wont of trying.

I wonder still if a desire to return has any bearing on the likelihood of it. Most likely it's merely consolation... a search for control or a pattern that doesn't exist.

...Is this related to why I felt my bond drop off for a while?

[Arms crossed. You two...]

You talk to me first. You weren't kidnapped too, were you? I figured Emet would have said something about it if you had been, but...

Oh my! Such coarse language, on such a respectable post.

[Mettaton's face is drawn in slight annoyance, making for an aggressive smile. He wouldn't have pointed out her swearing if it weren't about him, though...]

But, yes. Try as I may to look my beautiful best... My ears aren't at their most magnificent. [He looked so much worse earlier. He doesn't mention that.] Because, while you were traveling, many of us were being kidnapped, mind controlled, or otherwise inflicted with the Cwyld by a mysterious cult!

[Okay. This is about the point where Mettaton's worked out his spite at being insulted. He blinks hard, and his tone evens out.]

I wasn't kidnapped myself... but I did catch a severe case of the Cwyld. It doesn't discern between human and robot, it would seem. With as full as I hear the infirmary is, I'm sure lots of other Mirrorbound are laid up in here, too. For injury or illness, who can say!

[Mettaton begins to hum softly while he strokes him as soon as he realizes Emet-Selch is replying to him, voice following the tune of his showtime jingle. If Emet-Selch's shaking his head, Mettaton also registers it as just a nuzzle, and he gives the Ascian's side a good squeeze.

Right. His own typing is awfully slow, done with one single thumb. Every time he hits a key, his nail makes a soft clicking sound against the touch screen.]

To think. My voice can be both a focus to pay mind to, and a lullaby to relax you.

[That's what he got out of that, yep. He's still humming. His personality is handsome and obnoxious, too, and he's fine with that.

But his humming gets a bit softer as he continues, sometimes forgetting to hum at all while he types. It brings him into different places, writing about Mikasa, about his concern for her, and even his hand stills as he neglects it, thinking instead of her.]

Humans have a way of overcoming even the bleakest situation, darling. Beyond her realism... she struck me as an optimist at heart. Resolute, though. That's something I'd agree with.

[Even there, his thoughts wander. Eren tried to tell him that Mikasa gave up once, but he didn't see it that way. Even though he knows Mikasa wanted to go back, the Puca doesn't think even she knew what she wanted to see happen. That was, perhaps, for the best.]

I wonder myself. But then, how many people have you seen desperate to return home, but stuck here still? I can name a few. Instead of looking for patterns, we sh

[And Mettaton breaks off there, redirecting his focus entirely on Emet-Selch in his burst of energy. Verbally, in their physical space, he continues:]

Oh! Hades. You were sleeping, so I couldn't tell you. I stopped by Parliament during my search for Mikasa. I was thinking about her return home, you see... so I submitted a motion for consideration. Do you have any guesses?

[Once again, he squeezes his side, but his hand slips down to his hip. ...While he was out, he did stop by their house to check on it. He also grabbed a change of clothes for Emet-Selch, since the outfit he last wore is beyond salvageable.]

[Mettaton blinks widely at the camera and glances down at the slumbering Ascian just off screen.]

Oh... [There is guilt on his face, yes. He glances away, then back to the lens.] Irhya-darling. Ah... Yes, I... That would be what you felt, between the two of us. It's been... a doozy of a time. This recovery.

[His post says he's composed; this reply reads more like he's still grasping for stability, easily thrown off. He can't say he expected Emet-Selch to do much of anything, much less reach out to explain what had happened. Upon hearing that Mikasa was gone, Mettaton had been distracted anew with getting the word out. Excuses, excuses. That's all they are, so he stops there and shakes his head no.]

No. I wasn't kidnapped. But, Irhya... Does that mean...

[He raises his gaze back to the lens, imploring, asking without words if that meant she was kidnapped.]

You died? How did you come back?

[Asriel looks okay, despite being kidnapped and experimented on. He's recovered pretty well despite everything. Also, forgive the newbie question.]

Hey there, beautiful. Yes... You understand. I died! But how could I leave my fans for death?? Of course I came back!

[At this point, MTT probably knows (or assumes) that Asriel is a monster. He may not have made the connection that he's, well, the long lost prince... But he's a monster all the same, and he understands well the complications of knowing a monster has ever been revived.

(Mettaton does not understand it as well as Asriel does. Not by a long shot.) He smooths over his hair with a hand.]

Here, in Geardagas, even a monster's soul seems to have been made more adamant. They have necromancers, who can perform resurrections to bring us back from untimely demise. But I tried it out, so you don't have to. I don't recommend it. They have TERRIBLE room service. Ha-ha.

[That's... pretty twisted. He should be relieved, knowing that he can be brought back in case the worse happens to him (and being locked in a cage and experimented on, he did think the worse was going to happen). In a weird way he's... kind of jealous? Or bitter, he's not sure which he's feeling. That you can just be a monster and come back from death perfectly fine, while HE had to come back in as some soulless flower. But without thinking, he says:]

I've already tried it, so I don't recommend it either. Glad they were able to bring you back though.

[the entirety of this broadcast is incredibly boring at the meat of it. sounds like he has a stupid crush? at first, Midousuji wonders if she died, from the word choice, and he feels a weird twist inside himself—but the looking... someone who went back home.

Midousuji hangs his head to the side, wide eyes watching with a mild fascination by the appearance of this person. there's all kinds of weird people here from all kinds of different worlds, but Midousuji is pretty sure this person is some kind of robot. but somehow, they also have fur? is it that a robot person got animal traits through monster stuff? or is he a witch, and that's just... what people look like in his world?

the really fascinating point, though, is that he died of Cwyld. or rather, that he died—if that's even true—and he's right here, making this stupid video entry. it would be easy to blame on a dream logic loop-hole, which Midousuji does consider.]

You died.

Where I'm from, death isn't a temporary health condition. But there you are, in a hospital bed.

Is this an Aefenglom thing, or a whatever-you-are person thing?

I've considered death as a way "out," but if you end up right back in this stupid place, there'd be no point.

( Aw, well if he's going to wave at her then Nico can't really just text him back, can she? Her face flickers into view a moment later, her expression one of pinched concern, although if it reads more like a pout ...

Well, that's just Nico for you. )

Wait, wait - what do you mean they weren't gonna resurrect you?

( Sure, he might not exactly be flesh and blood, but even the most damaged machines are worth trying to fix if they mean something to someone. Mettaton is apparently very lucky that his Bonded was able to make their case for him! )

The least they could've done was try an' see if anyone could fix you before writin' you off - even if they didn't quite understand it, I'm sure plenty of us more mechanic types would've tried to help!

( And no, she doesn't yet realise that 'fix' and 'resurrect' are actually two different things, because her lack of experience with, y'know, necromancy, means she's assuming Mettaton means the former. )

[Record scratch. Mettaton's eye blows wide, and his jaw slackens in dramatic surprise.]

You mean... It can't be. You've been here only for a month! You've already died...?!

[That's unbelievable... But then, Mettaton remembers that most people were kidnapped, hurt, and worse. He thinks about Papyrus, and all he endured behind bars... To think that they even killed Asriel is chilling.]

Were you kidnapped, darling? Is that when...? [When he died, he means to say.]

[Mettaton will reply to most things with video, as is his brand. He's got ☆face☆ to present, and an ☆audience☆ to present to.]

Confused, I see. You're not alone, gorgeous! Oh yes! In my world, death is very, very permanent. This is an Aefenglom thing! Not that robots can't simply be repaired, usually... [He flicks his wrist dismissively to indicate that he can't extrapolate much on how resurrection works.] Necromancers. That's a thing they have, apparently! And that's how we are revived.

[Onto the other unsettling issue. Mettaton's dark-painted eyelid drops as his hand settles atop the head he has against his chest, weaving through hair as though petting a pet. Mettaton smiles with ease, and his composure stabilizes, even if on the more somber end.]

As you can see, I haven't left. If you'd like to know what happens when you leave for your mirror... I can tell you all about it. I've seen it happen before. However. If returning home's your goal, you'll be disappointed to know that nobody's been able to control it so far.

[oh. wow. he is a robot! —so...wait. what does "death" mean in that case?" Midousuji squints. there's of course the conundrum of things like artificial intelligence, regarding whether or not they could eventually be cognizant enough to be considered as people, and thus, murdered if destroyed... all those tired tropes.

so maybe this guy's "death" isn't the same as what would be a human (in origin)'s death.]

PfffffffffLEASE, I don't believe that. I'm sure some native knows. It's probably some kind of forbidden magic. I can't imagine anyone would be ALLOWED to play with magic that throws people through different dimensions.

Necromancy, though... That's interesting. I read a little bit about it. Are necromancers part of hospital wards, in this world? Are there ethics and laws about who's to be revived, and who's to be left dead? If people don't want to be revived, are their wishes respected?

[The sound of Mettaton humming had been a distraction, though not a frustrating one, and the same went with the squeeze to his side. It was the sort of thing he would've found irritating had it been anyone else, but it was hard to mind the divided attention now (though was it really divided when it was split between typing a reply to Mettaton, and paying attention to Mettaton in person?).

And while he waits for the puca's own reply, his eyes close as his head rests against the robot's chest. It was peaceful, almost, listening to the click of his claw as Mettaton typed, along with the softer, more intermittent humming. A familiar tune. In the distance, there are the general sounds of the hospital, muted behind their closed door. A droning easier to tune out, when he had his lover's sounds to focus on. Sounds that do nearly cause him to nod off entirely again, as though to prove Mettaton's claim of relaxing him through his voice. A claim that Emet-Selch doesn't even immediately read, as he's roused first by being spoken to directly. By having to parse what was being said instead of just enjoying the tone. He's still nearly distracted again by the stroke from his side to his hip, humming a small approving note at it.]

...Mm? [Give him a minute. Give him a little more, as he's distracted by reading the message on his watch as well, blinking down at that, before having to remember what Mettaton had said. Pushing himself up a little in order to look at his face, his frown is one of sleepy habit, a common sight.] --I don't know what you expect parliament to do about disappearances. Outlaw it? Fine anyone caught wandering back to their mirror without a permit?

[Comments given with a huff of breath, looking back down in order to type as well. Inevitably resting his head against him too.]

I won't argue that you have a range.

[It was a good range, and a softer comment to make, really. And he nearly stops there, thumb tapping slowly against the watch as his thoughts drift. But he finally resumes, typing entirely with one thumb as well (his left, of course; his right arm is being kept tucked against himself, and even when he wasn't ignoring it, his right hand didn't have the dexterity to use the watch well at all).]

Some humans. [There were plenty- the majority, even- who died without overcoming anything. To admit that any did at all- it's more than Emet-Selch would have done in the past.] Plenty want to leave. Perhaps even the majority. That they remain implies desire has nothing to do with it.

[The robot smiles brighter to see Nico on camera, and maybe it even broadens when he sees her pout. But for the first time, Mettaton's reply isn't forthright. He seems to regard the camera nonplussed, contemplative, glancing away then up toward the ceiling in thought. He even hums to complete the picture.

This is a common obstacle. He doesn't really know if it's because Nico doesn't know they have necromancers, or if she doesn't know he has a soul. either way, Mettaton's willing to divulge both bits of information.]

Well. Yes. They dumped me in a spare closet, for safekeeping. How unglamorous! Technologically inept as the populace is... The plan was to find someone to repair me, I was told. However. After the Coven's team of necromancers resurrected my Bonded, he insisted that they resurrect me, too.

So they did. And... Ta-da! It worked!

[It might very well imply he has a soul to resurrect.]

Oooh, how creative... [This is in response to Midousuji's denial, that returning to one's mirror can't be controlled. If anything, the Puca on-screen appears to appreciate the out-of-the-box thinking, and his eye widens in interest.] Forbidden magic to access dimensions?? I hope so! If it could be controlled, I could die a happy man! ...And then be resurrected again. Hahaha...

[Because really, to someone who's inclined toward staying, having control over it would be reassuring. But he shakes his head and speaks softly still, fingers combing through hair at his side.]

Though that doesn't change that I've seen someone return to his mirror, when he didn't want to leave. Unless there's some other Witch pulling strings, that doesn't hold water! But we don't know a single thing about being Mirrorbound, do we? Neither do the natives. Nor wise, all-knowing Dragons... We're a mysterious bunch, aren't we?

[Mettaton chuckles light, smiling at this distracting diversion. When his ear tries to twitch, he has to put a lid on a wince to keep his composure.]

I don't know very much about the field of necromancy. Sorry, sweetheart. However. I know only the Coven is permitted to practice, legally...

Will they honor wishes to remain dead... Doubtful! And really, darling... Trust me. I wouldn't test my luck, in case they try to resurrect you a month after the fact... [Mettaton's tone is warning, as though he knows something about that particular circumstance.]

[(That totally counts as divided attention. Divided between two sources of Mettaton...)

As Mettaton types, Emet-Selch slips into a light doze. Mettaton smiles at him, typing away all the while and keeping up with his humming, until he has his outburst. The Puca gives him ample room to catch up with him, though he shifts his legs excitably in anticipation to give his answer.

Emet-Selch pushes himself up for greater alertness, and his default frown endears Mettaton enough for him to want to lean in to kiss him- and he nearly zones out just staring at him. But he resists- at least, until the Ascian settles down to type again. Mettaton catches him in a kiss that isn't quite on the mark, slightly off from being perfectly centered on his lips. He laughs, to follow up.]

Yes!! Of course. Make criminal the escape of Mirrorbound... And slap them with fines to make them cry! Ahaha.

[There, Mettaton settles back with a hum, rubbing Emet-Selch's hip in a circular motion. He watches the Ascian type for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. He has a range; Mettaton nods. Some humans; Mettaton will yield to that. And the last bit is more relevant to what he has to say to Emet-Selch, so he hums to that. He does type,]

My range is from heart-skipping sweet, to indulgently sexy. ❤️

Really though... [After a good pause to receive messages and a short intermission for typing of his own, MTT continues, leveling his gaze with Emet-Selch.] Nobody seems to know much about us. Not the Coven, not other civilizations, and not wise Dragons. Don't you think allocating some funds to understand us and the mirrors that bind us might shed some light on the matter? Who knows what we might find?

[Mettaton has been told that Parliament might consider it a matter for the Coven, not their business nor problem. But at least the question would be posed in a formal way, right? The Mirrorbound only had a council for Parliament, not for Coven-related matters.

He has his selfish hopes about this endeavor. How to learn to leave or stay, or how to control it... Or how to see into the mirror of somebody else, to see their future. To see how Mikasa's faring in her world, where Eren sought to stomp the world flat. But it's too soon to say what could come of it.]

[Asriel covers his mouth for a moment, realizing what he just let out about himself. But... maybe he can talk about himself without having to reveal anything about Flowey.]

I was kidnapped, but... that's not when I died. I died a while back, before I ever got here. And there was no revival for that.

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