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]

[That was... unexpected. Mettaton doubles over from the impact, his SOUL reeling in pain. He grits his teeth and hisses, attempting to look up at Chara, his eyes beginning to glow red.]

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.]

[itstheend]

Oooh, red eyes. How spooky.

[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.]

[aghostinthemachine]

[He wants to teach this waste of human DNA a lesson in manners but the results of his fight against Frisk are still fresh in his mind. Alphys isn't here to repair him should he get wrecked again. So as much as he hates to admit defeat, the robot slowly backs up, still glaring daggers at Chara. He doesn't dare take his eyes off them, in fear that they'll attack the moment he looks away.]

... 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.]

[itstheend]

[Yeah that's right. You walk away. Their chin tips upwards a tiny amount, an unspoken and unconscious challenge in the minute baring of the throat. Goddamn right you should be scared of them. Even the children of the species are dangerous.]

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.]