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mettaton_rex[three days after this thread (warnings: violence, death, robogore)]
Fade in on the same spot, three days later...
Awareness comes back slowly. It takes a while for Mettaton to realise that he can feel his whole body again. His arms, his legs. Did someone fix them? Did -
"Alphys?"
Maybe he's back at the lab. Maybe he always was, and that whole thing about ruling the Underground and being trapped in a weird otherworld castle and dismembered was some awful nightmare.
He opens his eyes, blurry vision gradually coming back into focus. No. Not the lab. Still the floor of the library.
There's no one around, for now. No murderous crocodile-person lurking. He sits up, slowly, half-convinced he's going to come apart again just from the motion, but everything seems to work perfectly. Like that never happened. Like he never has to think about it ever again.
Except.
His core. He remembers feeling it shatter, like his SOUL itself breaking apart (not quite - that came just after) and now it's back where it should be but... there seem to be cracks covering its whole surface, as though it's been hastily glued back together.
And then he hears movement behind him, or thinks he does, and then he's running and then he's out in the hallway slamming the door behind him and then - he slumps back down to the floor, curling into fetal position. There's an old family tradition. He hasn't followed it in ages, but now -
- it's a really good time to feel like garbage.
[ETA: if anyone decides to CHECK him, his DEF is now reduced to what it would be as Mettaton NEO...]
Fade in on the same spot, three days later...
Awareness comes back slowly. It takes a while for Mettaton to realise that he can feel his whole body again. His arms, his legs. Did someone fix them? Did -
"Alphys?"
Maybe he's back at the lab. Maybe he always was, and that whole thing about ruling the Underground and being trapped in a weird otherworld castle and dismembered was some awful nightmare.
He opens his eyes, blurry vision gradually coming back into focus. No. Not the lab. Still the floor of the library.
There's no one around, for now. No murderous crocodile-person lurking. He sits up, slowly, half-convinced he's going to come apart again just from the motion, but everything seems to work perfectly. Like that never happened. Like he never has to think about it ever again.
Except.
His core. He remembers feeling it shatter, like his SOUL itself breaking apart (not quite - that came just after) and now it's back where it should be but... there seem to be cracks covering its whole surface, as though it's been hastily glued back together.
And then he hears movement behind him, or thinks he does, and then he's running and then he's out in the hallway slamming the door behind him and then - he slumps back down to the floor, curling into fetal position. There's an old family tradition. He hasn't followed it in ages, but now -
- it's a really good time to feel like garbage.
[ETA: if anyone decides to CHECK him, his DEF is now reduced to what it would be as Mettaton NEO...]