Ten thousands lights come blazing down with razor sharp precision ♪

[aghostinthemachine]

[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.]

Comments

[aghostinthemachine]

[Because it's Mettaton.]

No but I don't have much choice, do I?

[voidster]

"You could hand t-them off to another adult."

There! There is your choice. Make use of it.

[aghostinthemachine]

Liiiikeee...?

[Names and descriptions are important.]

[voidster]

Hm. In order of competence? Because... Grune seems very nice, just strangely spacey.

"Tauriel. She looks human except for her pointed ears." She can also probably be trusted with children--the near-stabbing of him was all a big misunderstanding.

"A ghost monster." Who sounds somewhat like the robot, for whatever reason. (It's noticeable, but not the weirdest castle phenomenon. Not worth figuring out.)

"And Grune, another human with blue hair. There really aren't enough adults. We're outnumbered."

[aghostinthemachine]

[Ghost monster. That certainly piques his interest.]

I'll remember those names and descriptions. About the ghost though... What do they look like?

[voidster]

Er. Well. Ghosts. They're very... formless, aren't they? No hair or fur, no arms, no legs, not much to describe.

"A pinkish hue." he says, after a moment. "Friendly. Didn't catch their name, we were distracted by the great outdoors."

[aghostinthemachine]

[Pinkish hue.

Mettaton bites the inside of his lip. Is there, somehow, multiple versions of himself here...? He's not sure how to feel about that.]

Hm. Well, I guess I should be happy my other bandmembers haven't wound up here then... I wouldn't want them to have to deal with this.

[voidster]

"I don't think anyone should have to deal with this." Haha. But what does should have to do with anything, they're here and now they just have to. Failure to try is not an option for him.

[aghostinthemachine]

... That's true.

Unless a person is an awful being. Then maybe.

[But that's beside the point.]

Since I'm stuck here, I don't suppose you mind helping me find a room, do you...?

[voidster]

...Who are you and why do you expect to be waited on? Arguing would take more effort than keeping his judgements to himself, however, so he doesn't. He just nods.

"I can. There are enough. What's in your suitcases?" Probably nothing useful, nothing that could get them home.

[aghostinthemachine]

Thank you. I owe you.

[He's a spoiled brat. That's who.]

Books, pens, clothes, an MP3 player... Things like that. Why?

[voidster]

"Don't have much here, especially not soap or clean clothes for the human children." Wait a minute. A what? "What's an... a en-three-pee player?"

Slow clap for the genuis Royal Scientist who almost pronounced it right.

[aghostinthemachine]

That's... concerning.

[Mettaton can't help but giggle at that. Gaster is too cute.]

Em-pee-three. It's a digital music player.

[voidster]

Rude, robot. He'd never laugh at someone else's speech troubles.

"Em-pee-three, correct?" Of course there would be such a thing in the future. Nice. And upon second thought... yeah, the metal monster probably doesn't have any shampoo or soap. Poor human children. "Nevermind. I'll help you find your room."

[aghostinthemachine]

[He just assumes it's because Gaster might not be "hip" with that kind of technology.

And he has shampoo but... it's for "metal" hair.]

You're correct. And I do appreciate you helping me, Doctor. I trust your judgement the most.

[voidster]

Flattery again. It barely scrapes away the irritation. What part of children all over the place did he not get?

"Thank y-you. Follow me?"

It's time for another round of wandering the halls and opening every door until they find what they're looking for...

[aghostinthemachine]

[He's a selfish brat that doesn't give a shit. At the moment.

After a decent amount of looking and awkward silence, they finally find a room that catches Mettaton's interest. He clasps his hands together excitedly and bounces on his heels.]

Oh! This one. This one is perfect! Thank you so much, Gaster.

[And the skeleton gets a big kiss on the cheek before Mettaton walks past him and enters his new room.]

[voidster]

Could this be goodbye?? The robot has his room, kept ahold of his suitcases, and surely doesn't need help unpacking. So. Time to let the adult fend for himself, Gaster thinks.

"You're welcome. Good luck. Cross your fingers you return home soon."

[aghostinthemachine]

[Nah. He'd rather organize everything himself.]

Of course. And while I'm here, you're welcome to stop by my room whenever you like~ ♥