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[Oh.]

[OH.]

[Keats blinks at him. he blinks again. Maybe this is actually a particularly interesting hallucination he's having and he's actually currently having a conversation with a blurry vending machine and all the talking cats are looking at him strangely (there's a statement). He's actually silent for a moment, momentarily completely forgetting the concern of his glasses.]

I, uh... [He clears his throat.]

You said you spent years like... [He gestures to Mettaton.] Like this.

[A pause.]

How long? Was your more humanoid form more recent, then?

IT IS. I SPENT SIX YEARS IN THIS FORM. MY BODY WAS ORIGINALLY BUILT WITH THE INTENTION OF MY MORE HUMANOID FORM BEING THE DEFAULT, BUT THAT PROMISE WAS. [If he actually used a tongue to talk, he'd be stilling it. Alphys isn't here to defend herself. She apologized. He forgives her. Is there really a reason to slander her?

Mettaton crosses his arms, drumming his fingers against corrugated metal now as he thinks of a kinder word.] DELAYED.

That's really a very long time, goodness. What, didn't they have the capabilities for that at the time?

[Delayed seems to suggest that whoever or whatever messed up somewhere down the line. Though, it does beg to question if it was a team or a single person behind him...]

You're the only one like you? There aren't any other robots that can do what you do?

[His front panel flashes what looks like an ellipsis as he thinks of how to answer that. He can't really shake his head in this form (doesn't have one, you see), so a shrug will have to suffice.] 'FRAID IT'S JUST ME.

DR. ALPHYS BUILT ME TO IMPRESS OUR KING. IT BENEFITED BOTH OF US: SHE GOT PROMOTED TO BE ROYAL SCIENTIST, AND I USED THE ATTENTION TO START A NEW BRAND. ONCE SHE HAD THAT, SHE NEVER NEEDED TO BUILD ANOTHER ROBOT.

[So it really was just one person. It's amazing to think of really, because he imagines that back home, a whole team wouldn't be able to build something as complicated as Mettaton in such a short period of time.]

Did you always want this kind of life? This fame of being a celebrity? [A pause.] Was that your wish? Because that doesn't seem like something this Dr. Alphys would program you with.

I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHEN WE MET: SHE DIDN'T PROGRAM ME. [Considering Keats' attitude to magic at the time, it's not a stretch to think he purposefully forgot.] SHE BUILT A ROBOT TO HOUSE AN ARTIFICIAL SOUL. [Another shrug.] I WANT WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED. SHE DOESN'T GET A SAY IN THAT AND SHE KNOWS IT.

[Right, he does vaguely recall something like that, but had rather shrugged it off as something too ridiculous to really consider. Now, in the middle of his still-slow turnaround on the existence of magic, he, well, has to admit that maybe that could be a thing.]

...

[He stares at Mettaton for a moment before letting out a sigh, leaning back in the chair with a pensive expression, his eyebrows furrowed.]

And what do you want? Like, really want? I guess it's one thing if you want to be a celebrity, but...are you happy being one, Mettaton?

[Pft... Oh, Keats. Sweet, sweet Keats...]

OF COURSE I AM. YES, ALRIGHT, IT SOUNDS SHALLOW, BUT. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND: THERE WASN'T ANYTHING LIKE ME IN THE UNDERGROUND FOR A VERY, VERY LONG TIME. OUR CULTURE IS BASED ON HOPE AND BEING TRAPPED UNDER A MOUNTAIN WITH A KING WHO SWEARS TO START ANOTHER WAR THE INSTANT WE ESCAPE DOESN'T OFFER A LOT OF IT. YOU KNOW I LOVE GLITZ AND GLAMOUR MORE THAN ANYTHING ALIVE, BUT I DIDN'T START DOING WHAT I DO JUST FOR THAT. I DID IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

ALL WE EVER HAD FOR ENTERTAINMENT WAS WHAT THE HUMANS THREW AWAY. DON'T GET ME WRONG, THEIR MEDIA IS SPECTACULAR AND IT'S AN ENORMOUS INSPIRATION TO ME, BUT WE NEEDED SOMETHING OF OUR OWN.

[He twirls the fingers of his hands, as if casting some sort of magic spell, but ultimate just gestures to himself.]

THAT'S ME.

[Trapped.]

[That's right. He had talked with Papyrus about it before. It's not like this is news. But somehow, the way Mettaton puts it...]

[Well, it doesn't sound like a casual truth as much as "we were stuck in a veritable prison and had to make do with what we could".]

[They were isolated from the world at large. It doesn't sound particularly bad to Keats - he enjoyed his own isolation when he could get it - but he had the freedom to leave whenever he wanted. The monsters in Mettaton's world didn't.]

[He can understand it better, now.]

You were their glittering, golden beacon of hope and entertainment. [He says, a hint amused, though it sounds more fond than not.]

I mean, I don't watch movies and the television all that often, but even I know how vital something like that is in a dark period of time when there's little to nothing to go on. Any entertainment is. I mean, a lot of the stories we know today often came about during times of despair and darkness.

[He leans his cheek on his hand.]

That sounds like quite the role. [A small smile.] I'm guessing you had quite a lot of viewers, back home.

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[Ah, there's that stupid burning feeling in his core again. He hates it. It doesn't need to happen every time someone decides his validate him for his selflessness, but here we are. The lights on his screen briefly form a heart as a hand gets placed against his "cheek."

It's brief because the next statement is that.

The lights dim.]

...DO YOU WANT THE TRUTH?

[He knows Keats is going to say "yes", but here's hoping something possess that horrible brain of his to make him have mercy.]

["The truth?"]

[He shrugs.]

I would like to know, but...I'm not going to force you.

[Just like Mettaton hasn't really forced the truth out of him (except being persistent but he doesn't count that). He's not here to interrogate Mettaton at all.]

...

[What.

Mettaton pushes himself out of his chair and wheels himself over to Keats' side. He leans in, pushing strands of hair away from his ear.]

TARAXA, DEAR, I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO LEAVE THIS PLACE. THERE'S NOTHING BUT BITTERNESS IN THERE ANYHOW, YOU'RE GOING TO STARVE.

Oh, come on, Mettaton!

[HE'S NOT INFECTED WITH A PARASITE BECAUSE HE'S SURPRISINGLY DECENT, METTATON!]

I mean, yes, of course I'd like to know, I'm curious to a fault, but I mean, when you were getting me to reveal things, I just...

[He lets out a loud, frustrated sigh as he pushes himself away.]

I thought how I would feel if I was being forced to say something I didn't want and...I-I just thought you wouldn't like that, either.

[KEATS HAS LEVELED UP TO LEVEL 2 OF SOCIAL INTERACTION: PUTTING YOURSELF IN OTHER PEOPLE'S SHOES. A REAL MIRACLE.]

PFT.

[Okay, now he knows Keats is gone. This is some sweet, self-aware replacement that actually manages to show a shred of decency.

Mettaton leans in further, as if he still had lips. His screen doesn't touch the man, but a brief spark leaves it, light and gentle, to strike Keats' cheek.

It's what he has in this form, okay?

He rolls himself back to his chair. Somehow, the consideration makes him feel safe enough to answer. How pathetic, huh?]

TRUTH BE TOLD? ...NO. I DIDN'T HAVE A LOT OF VIEWERS. I WORKED EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY, BUT. WELL, NOT EVERYONE APPRECIATES THAT.

[If he had a head, he'd be tilting it. Blooky cared. Those callers cared. Papyrus cared...]

SOME DID.

[Another shrug.]

EVENTUALLY, YOU LEARN THAT THAT'S ENOUGH.

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[The Shred of Decency you have bought will now last for the next 30 minutes. When it runs out, you can either buy another one with a miracle or wait for an entire year until another one occurs.]

[Keats' eyes widen at the little jolt of electricity, and he reaches up a hand to rub at that place.]

What? You?

[For the way he acted, Keats could scarcely think that he wasn't the most popular person where he came from.]

I can't believe it. Why?

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[Oh, this fool... Ugh. Now Mettaton knows he's gotten too attached - even that honest disbelief makes him feel like he's melting.]

OH, YOU KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES: HE'S TOO CONCEITED. HE'S TOO LOUD. HE SHOULD BE DOING SOMETHING BETTER WITH HIS TIME. WHO CARES ABOUT HIM? HE'S JUST A ROBOT.

I'M NOT STUPID. I'VE HEARD EVERY REASON IN THE BOOK. IT'S JUST BETTER TO CHALK IT UP AS JEALOUSY, ISN'T IT?

[Mettaton is vain. He's conceited. Arrogant. That much is true. Keats would agree with that any day and throw in several more complaints on top of it.]

[He doesn't know why it irks him to hear that other people are calling him that.]

Haven't they realized what you're trying to do for them? I mean, if they're taking you at face value...

[He pauses. He's...done just that, hasn't he?]

[Wow, that's not a nice feeling to feel.]

Anyways, what kind of entertainment do you do, anyways? I know you sing.

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[Ugh, stop it! Stop saying nice things about him...! He's flashing that stupid heart again, isn't he?

He is. He can see its reflection on the table. Stupid, stupid...

Whatever! This is about you, Mettaton!! Enjoy talking about you!]

OH, EVERYTHING I CAN! WHEN YOU'RE THE ONLY CHANNEL THAT'S ON, YOU HAVE TO HAVE A PROGRAM FOR EVERYTHING. NEWS, MOVIES, INSTRUCTIONAL PROGRAMS, COOKING SHOWS, INFOMERCIALS, FASHION SHOWS, SOAP OPERAS, DRAMAS, MUSICALS, PLAYS, POLICE PROCEDURALS, HOME NETWORKS, REALITY TELEVISION, SPORTS BROADCASTING, AND NOT TO MENTION THE EVER IMPORTANT ADVERTISING...

SIGH. THIS IS THE MOST FREE TIME I'VE HAD IN YEARS.

[He's certainly noticing that heart. Mettaton is as easy to read as a book, isn't he...]

Goodness. [It just makes his mind spin, doing all of that.] Don't you have a team or something to help you?

MMM... ALPHYS DID ALL THE CAMERA WORK AND MAKING PRODUCTS FOR ME TO SELL, BUT MOST OF MY STAFF WERE ONLY HIRED TO HELP RUN MY RESORT. HA. WHY HAVE AN ENTERTAINMENT ROBOT IF HE CAN'T DO EVERYTHING, EH?

You had a resort?

[THIS IS NEWS]

Don't tell me you had a theme park, too.

HA! IF ONLY WE HAD THE SPACE, HONEY. IF ONLY WE HAD THE SPACE.

[Could you IMAGINE? Costumed Mettatons wandering about! Classy water-rides! A rollercoaster with the longest drops in the shape of his legs...!

He makes a motion like he's flipping his hair, despite having neither head nor hair at this exact second.

Anyway.]

DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT WHEN WE MET? ABOUT HOW SANS WORKED THERE FOR ME? HONEY. CUPCAKE.

IT'S LIKE YOU'VE NEVER REALLY PAID ATTENTION TO ME BEFORE...

When we met, you were some strange and vaguely intriguing robot with an obsession with putting up your leg every other second. I can't say that I was particularly incredibly interested in the beginning...

[And now he's a strange and far-more-intriguing-than-suspected robot he...actually has weird feelings over.]

Anyways, what did you do to try raising viewership? I mean, since people seemed too stubborn to watch you.

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[Sorry, what was that? He couldn't hear Keats over the sound of his own leg getting stretched onto the table.

Thunk.

Admire that.]

DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I STARTED WITH THAT LAUNDRY LIST FROM DAY ONE? I SAW NEEDS AND I TRIED TO FILL THEM, BE IT WITH NEW PROGRAMS, NEW PRODUCTS, ANOTHER RESTAURANT, YADDA YADDA...

[Robotic sigh.]

HA. THE MOST VIEWS I EVER HAD WAS WHEN I WAS THREATENING TO LEAVE.

[Just...stares at it.]

You look like someone with nice boots got stuck in a vending machine.

[IT'S TRUE THOUGH]

What? What do you mean, threatening to leave?

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