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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[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~ ♥