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castle_perrault2017-01-16 05:56 pm
aghostinthemachine) wrote in castle_perrault2017-01-16 05:56 pm
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Ten thousands lights come blazing down with razor sharp precision ♪
[Whatever is that oversaturated ego leaking from the cracks of the castle door? It almost creates a spotlight effect, the dust in the castle making it look like smoke is rolling through the room. Who is creating this powerful aura? Why, it's everyone's favorite(?) Underground super star! The door finally bursts open and a shapely leg clad in a pink high heeled boot steps through, followed by the rest of the fabulous robot, noodly arms wrapped around several pink suitcases.
Why would anyone want to vacation in a place like this? Who knows. No one knows how Mettaton's brain works. Sometimes even he himself doesn't know.
Of course, he's expecting this to be like a hotel and calls out for the staff that does not exist:]
Yoohoooo~ Anyone home? I'm looking to rent a room! Your best room.
[You can either help him out, inform him that he's very much mistakened, or find him later on once he's settled in, if there happens to be a parlour or a library.]
Why would anyone want to vacation in a place like this? Who knows. No one knows how Mettaton's brain works. Sometimes even he himself doesn't know.
Of course, he's expecting this to be like a hotel and calls out for the staff that does not exist:]
Yoohoooo~ Anyone home? I'm looking to rent a room! Your best room.
[You can either help him out, inform him that he's very much mistakened, or find him later on once he's settled in, if there happens to be a parlour or a library.]
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They don't like being lied to, but his tone suggests he believes it. Their confusion flashes briefly across their face.
*You don't think....?]
A title. Tell me, songbird, does a tower mean nothing to you?
[Frisk wipe that expression off, it's not *Flirting. Chara wants to know if that hunch is correct or not.]
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...Yes, it means nothing. Why though? Is there something I should know about one?
[Genuine puzzled expression here.]
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They straighten up even more, the smile becoming fixed. They fold their hands behind their back, and rock thoughtfully on their heels.]
Ah, it seems I have you at a disadvantage. It appears you really are not one of a kind.
[This isn't the Mettaton that did those things, but that doesn't mean everything is sunshine and daisies now. If Chara has noticed one thing about doubles, it's that they appear to share common core personality traits - it says something that it took the discrepancy of the crown to really notice. So they're still going to dislike this one, on principle.
But they can save a certain amount of ire for the one they know for a fact deserves it.]
Hello. My name is Chara, and you almost made me fall off one.
[Whose advantage is it to keep that secret, really, when it's relevant here. Not Chara's!]
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I am, as those duplicates are from different timelines.
[The robot furrows his brow a bit, displeased that this child has some dirt on him - even if it's a different version. Only he's supposed to be capable of blackmail.]
Well, Chara, that wasn't me. So there shouldn't be any hard feelings, right?
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Someone else has made a terrible impression, and while Chara can logically accept 'did not perform the action so reserve judgement' their gremlin side is repeatedly banging on the bench with one fist and a gavel.
Tl;dr: they're backing off a little but blackmail is totally still on the table.
Chara laughs, a short sharp unamused bark of a thing. If it weren't for the placement, it might not seem to be a laugh at all.]
I am sure they would think you the unoriginal copycat.
[What, you didn't say that? They're just paraphrasing. Wait, duplicates, plural? How much of this are they going to have to put up with?
They think their response is ample response to the question. It's still a biting remark but a less openly hostile biting remark. Yes. Their communication skills are excellent.]
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I never called them unoriginal or a copycat.
[He looms over Chara, narrowing his visible eye.]
In fact, it's impossible for them to be those things. They're me, after all.
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You called them duplicates. Does that not imply an original?
[They raise a hand to their chin, mock considering.]
Or does that mean that you are the cheap knockoff here?
[They refused to be cowed by that looming, staring evenly into his single eye with their shit-eating grin turning edged. Are you going to try something, mister? Give them more blackmail material? What kind of star tries to hurt a child?
*-_-]
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What else would you call other versions of yourself? Twins? Copies? Other selves? This isn't quite a situation I'd ever find myself in, you know.
And I'm as authentic as the others. Mettaton and cheap knockoff are three words that simply don't exist together.
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[And they're not setting themself apart in that, either. All Charas are terrible, as they're helpfully giving this Mettaton a crash course in right now. Their voice is filled with dry distaste for other versions of them.]
Oh? My apologies. What about sham, fake, charlatan...
[They're just going to keep going through all the synonyms they can think of, Stop Them.]
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But when they continues listing off the ones for him, he grabs the child by the shoulders and gets in their face.]
... I really dislike harming children, darling. I would advise you stop before you put your foot in your mouth.
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He's bent down to grab their shoulders, so they aim a kick at the soul(??) jar in his midriff, still laughing. He dislikes harming children, does he? Such an inconvenience for him! The reverse very much does not apply.
If he does not back. Off., then they'll go for their weapon.
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Y-You...!
[He forces himself back up, hand held protectively over his SOUL container.]
You disgusting, insufferable brat...! How dare you!
[You can bet he isn't going to back off. Not when he was given such a low blow. You just don't do that kind of stuff to a monster! He swings his leg, attempting to axe kick Chara before they're able to step away.]
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[Says Chara in a flat, mocking tone complete with jazz hands, before getting fucking nailed in the face by a metal boot. The force of it knocks them down, and they get up and stagger back, clutching at a broken nose.
*!
*Are you okay?
What do you think, Frisk? The other's tone sounds just as nonsensically blindsided by this development as they are, despite the front row seat.
Chara looks at Mettaton, and their face is one big fury-smile, teeth exposed and blood running down it. You just don't do that kind of stuff to them, and expect to get away with it, anymore.
They don't respond to the epithets, because in this state words are very much not a thing. They silently draw their stick from their belt, and send red and black magic shooting from grip to tip. They point the point down in an independently-developed fool's guard.
This is a chance for Mettaton to leave, their stance says, because they are not inclined to be otherwise merciful. Even that much grinds at them to give.]
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... Tsk. You win this round. Let's hope for both of our sakes, you behave better next time.
[And he leaves, his day utterly ruined by this encounter. He's going to go to his room and feel like garbage now.]
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Let us hope for both our sakes there is no next time!
[They call it at him as he retreats, because they can't resist the last word. Because they certainly won't behave better, and they might just behave worse. They have their blackmail material, after all, even though they have no idea who'd take it. Nobody cares when children get kicked in the face.
They wait until they can't hear the click of his heels anymore and then themself leave, magic wisping away from a weapon tucked back into a belt and mood similarly soured under the seeping gratification at finally getting someone to actually back off on showing fangs.]