mettaton_rex: (so full of grief I can't stop laughing)
~METTATON, RULER OF THE UNDERGROUND~ ([personal profile] mettaton_rex) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault2017-02-11 06:17 pm
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[post deaging] what if your hinges all are rusting

Everything's back to normal.

The hallways are as run-down as ever, the decorations and the music all gone. Mettaton wanders through them, not clear on where he's headed, only knowing he can't bear to keep still. His mind catches up with him, if he tries.

He's himself again. Why doesn't he feel like it?

He made it back to his room last night, after coming to himself again where he'd been stargazing out in the gardens, and after the ensuing bout of hysterical cackling finally wore itself out. At least he's dressed now, ruffled shirt hiding the cracks in his core. More or less - it's buttoned up wrong, letting little glimpses of pink show through. His crown isn't on straight either (the new one, the diamond-studded circlet he found abandoned in a dusty bedroom, not the one he gave up for lost in the library months ago). He's aware of all this. He doesn't plan to fix it.

A door looks familiar. He opens it, and finds himself stepping into the ballroom. There it is, same as ever - grand and empty, tables piled high with confections. Mettaton pauses by one of them, looking up at the massive tiered cake in its centre. And then further up, to a dusty spiderweb hanging from a corner of the ceiling.

"Not so young and beautiful yourself, now, are you?" he hisses, to the room, to the whole awful castle, something hot and vicious boiling up inside him. He raises a leg, braces his foot against the edge of the table. "Nobody wants you any more, darling! Nobody wants to be here! Nobody cares!"

His voice rises to a shout as he kicks, hard, flipping the table over. Cakes and pastries smash against the floor, plates shattering. Mettaton strides into the wreckage, grinding his heel into anything he sees left intact. There's frosting all over his boots. It doesn't matter.

None of it matters now.
lostinmyway: (And still the sun shines.)

[personal profile] lostinmyway 2017-02-19 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as he realises he isn't all right, she moves forward, stepping around the sugar and shards on the ground.

"What's wrong, dear?"
lostinmyway: (Troubled.)

[personal profile] lostinmyway 2017-02-20 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Her head tilts to the side a little. That isn't the smile she's used to seeing on Mettaton's face. And...his voice doesn't sound right.

"Would you like that?" she asks as she comes to a stop in front of him.
lostinmyway: (Ready for battle.)

Hoo boy. This is going to be a thing.

[personal profile] lostinmyway 2017-02-23 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't what she was expecting, not at all. For a moment, she blinks--once, twice, three times.

Then, in a softer voice, she says, "Oh. All right." A pause, then: "I'm sorry."
lostinmyway: (Radiant beauty.)

[personal profile] lostinmyway 2017-03-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You are my real friend."

The words come out immediately, before she can even think about them.

Then, softly: "I hope you feel better soon."

She turns to walk away. The clicks of her boot heels echo throughout the ballroom.