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.]

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[mettaton_rex]

...so I have.

[He floats down to pick up the book. It's heavy enough that it takes concentration to move it, which is fine. That gives him an excuse to not look the gorgeous robot in the eyes for a while, until he's pulled himself together.

He's spoken to plenty of good-looking monsters. He didn’t even get this overwhelmed meeting his first human! But he's never met anyone who looks quite so much like they stepped out of his wildest fantasies. He feels so shapeless right now.

It'll pass. It always does. He gets the book onto a table and turns to offer the robot a charming smile of his own.]

Sorry about that. I don't always get so clumsy around beautiful strangers.

[aghostinthemachine]

[Mettaton chuckles softly and cups his own cheek. He knows what he says is true - clumsiness is something he never really had to worry about as a ghost.

Now is the dilemma of if he should act like a stranger or tell him the truth. If he'd met his future self and saw what he became... He would have died from happiness. ... Decisions, decisions. For now, he simply approaches his ghost self and crouches down to be more of a height with him.]

You flatter me. ♥ And there's no need to apologize. My presence can be overwhelming for some.

[A pause.]

You're quite beautiful yourself.

[mettaton_rex]

[Oh, if only that were true. Still, hearing the words sends a delighted shiver through him. He wasn't expecting the stranger to flirt back. Hardly anyone does, even if they're flattered enough to buy an extra carton of Helix pomatia from him. It's nice to be on the receiving end for once, let alone from somebody this stunning.]

Do you really think so? [He flutters his one distinguishing feature - deliberately laying it on a little thick, just to make it clear that he knows this is all just a game. That he won't be heartbroken when it's over.] Oh my. Charming, and you have good taste~

[aghostinthemachine]

I know so.

[That's a genuine smile out of him. He may not have felt beautiful at the time, especially with feeling... wrong for not being corporeal, but looking back he can see that despite those things, he still was a beautiful monster.

I mean, just look at those eyelashes and lovely pink hue. It might not be the form he wanted but at the very least, he wasn't unfortunate looking.]

... What's your name, sweetie?

[mettaton_rex]

[That's a lovely smile. And a very sincere one, isn't it? Not playing games at all.

He's suddenly not quite comfortable with that and he doesn't know why. What's wrong with someone calling him beautiful? Except that he isn't, and that's fine! It doesn't upset him at all unless he lets himself think about it!

But it's hard not to think about it when 'beautiful' is right here in front of him. And... asking for his name.

There'll be a noticeable pause before he answers. He's thought a lot about names. About what he'd call himself if he could ever become the star he dreams of being. His given name is so ...unfitting.

And there's nobody around here who knows him from home. What better time to reinvent himself a little?]

...call me Metta.

[It's a work in progress.]

And yours? Or should I just call you 'gorgeous'? [Clearly the solution to feeling unsettled is to flirt harder. Everything's fine, nothing is wrong.]

[aghostinthemachine]

[The cat's about to be out of the bag. It seems this version of his ghost self has already started thinking up names. No point in hiding it now.

... Besides, it won't really hurt that timeline, right? It'll just give him the hope he needed. Deep breaths, Mettaton. You can do this. Just wait for the look on your cute ghost face when you reveal who you are.

So he leans in closer, his smile widening a bit, even with his uncertain he feels as he answers his question:]

You can call me whatever you want but~

[He stands back up and strikes a pose. Is that music playing in the background and spotlights beaming down? Nah... Must be a trick of the light.]

... The name's Mettaton.

[mettaton_rex]

[The look on his face as realisation dawns is much like the one he wore seeing the sky for the first time.]

...you're - but - how...?

[How is that even possible? But if the castle can reach beyond the Barrier, and if it can take people from different worlds, then why not the same person from different times? He's seen how strangely alike many of the children here are.

The name. The endearments - darling, sweetie. The body, everything he's ever dreamed of...]

Are you... are you really...

[aghostinthemachine]

[There we go. That's the reaction he wanted to see.]

I am, starlight. ♥

[He relaxes from his pose and goes back to crouching down in front of him.]

I'm the Number One Star in the Underground. I have another form but... this one is my favorite.

[mettaton_rex]

...there's more?

[He's practically vibrating with excitement here. Like a Temmie. Let's hope his face stays where it belongs.]

wtf how did i not get this notif.

[aghostinthemachine]

[He doesn't have any Temmie Flakes to help either.]

It was just a temporary body until this one was finished. People loved it though.

[A pause.]

Would you like to see it?

*pats*

[mettaton_rex]

[Maybe he shouldn't spoil himself, but he can't resist.] Oh, yes. Please.

[aghostinthemachine]

Very well! Mind doing me a favor and...

[He turns around, presenting that very inconspicuous switch.]

... flip my switch, please?

[Innuendos? What are those?]

[mettaton_rex]

[Oh my.]

With pleasure, gorgeous.

[...is it weird to still be flirting with your future self? Hey, it's not like he has any other idea how to process this situation. It'll either be flirting or high-pitched squealing.

He flips the conveniently labeled switch.]

1/2

[aghostinthemachine]

[Come on, it's himself. How could he not flirt? And once the flip is switched, you know the drill. Bright light, convenient smoke to cover him until he's transformed.

... Even if it's backwards this time.]

[aghostinthebox]

[When the smoke finally clears, there stands... the sexiest rectangle ever. It's been a while since he was last in this form.]

NOT THE MOST SPECTACULAR BUT I MAKE IT WORK.

[mettaton_rex]

[That's quite a transformation. Metta takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He can't say what he would have expected. The rectangular look is...

...not the most spectacular, no, but it's certainly not a letdown. And it's not like anything else could live up to the perfection of his other form.]

I like it. It's got - presence. So sturdy, so... angular.

[Pretty much the opposite of the squishy little marshmallow he is now.]

[aghostinthebox]

[Mettaton does a little spin to show off every angle.]

EVEN LIKE THIS, I QUICKLY ROSE TO BECOME THE NUMBER ONE STAR IN THE UNDERGROUND. IT ONLY MADE ME EVEN MORE EXCITED FOR WHEN I WAS ABLE TO DEBUT MY TRUE FORM.