Text (cw; mention of drugs)

[mttbrandlegs]

YOU KNOW WHAT???

POLL TIME!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU ALL DO WHENEVER YOU'RE FEELING SAD? WHAT ARE YOUR COPING MECHANISMS? I'M JUST CURIOUS TO SEE SOME VARIETY AROUND HERE!! AND ALSO I'M BORED. THERE'S NOTHING TO DO. :(

SUBSEQUENTLY

IF ANYONE NEEDS A ROBOT WHO CAN PERFORM VARIOUS TASKS, I'M AVAILABLE!! :) SERIOUSLY, DARLINGS. I'M VERY BORED AND APT TO SILLY THOUGHTS WHEN I'M BY MYSELF.

[This entire conversation sounds spontaneous. Even for Mettaton. But at least he's socializing, right? Though...if he gets any responses, he might socialize a little strangely seeing as he's in an altered state.

It appears as if someone's located some recreational substances catering to his species, and now he's more chatty than he usually is...or has been.]

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[mttbrandlegs]

HAHA WHAT??

WHAT ARE YOU LIKE 10 OR SOMETHING? CHARA, I REALLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I'M NOT SURE IF I WANT TO BUT SERIOUSLY, YOU ARE A CHILD!!

YOU ARE NOT A "DEMONIC ENIGMA." BEING UNPLEASANT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE A DEMON OR OR MYSTERIOUS!!

[Honestly? This is something Mettaton's wanted to tell them for a very long time, and it's only without his inhibitions that he can.]

[inconsequence]

I have the appearance of a child. In case you need reminding, I have been rotting in the soil for years at a time, and what is left of me is hardly quantifiable as "human" any longer.

[They're worse, obviously. Please try and keep up.]

[mttbrandlegs]

MAYBE YOU WEREN'T HUMAN BEFORE, BUT HONEY, GIVE ME A BREAK.

THE INGRESS MADE YOU HUMAN WHEN IT PULLED YOU THROUGH, AND FOR ALL THOSE "YEARS" I DON'T THINK YOU DID MUCH GROWING UP. YOU'RE THE MOST STUBBORN CHILD I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED.

[...Now this is starting to skew into unkind.]

[inconsequence]

[Unkind?

Well. They can do unkind.]

How would you know what constitutes a human as opposed to what does not? As I recall, you were only interested in one human in particular, and that was when it entailed killing them.

But of course, I had forgotten; your shameless desire to emulate the idealized picture you possessed of that miserable race, why, that was infinitely more important than the life of a child you were bent on stamping out.

You do not know a single thing about me, Mettaton.

Do not presume that you do.

[mttbrandlegs]

BUT I DIDN'T KILL THEM, DID I?

I MADE FRIENDS WITH THEM, AND PRESUMABLY, THEY'VE FORGIVEN ME FOR WHAT I'VE DONE BECAUSE THEY ARE A GOOD PERSON! MAYBE THEY SHOULDN'T FORGIVE ME, BUT THEY DID!!

[Didn't they? Surely they wouldn't lie--

Frisk wouldn't. Chara's just trying to be cruel. He won't let them take this from him. He won't. He won't.]

THE ONLY REASON I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU IS BECAUSE YOU DON'T LET ME LEARN ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I MIGHT SEE ELSEWHERE WITH NO CONTEXT!! YOU'RE JUST INTERESTED IN TRYING TO PUSH ME AWAY! A LOT OF GOOD THAT DOES YOU WHEN I'M FRIENDS WITH YOUR BROTHER, RIGHT?

[inconsequence]

Perhaps you don't remember it. I assure you, Frisk does. And they will say nothing: not to you, and not to any other of the innumerable monsters that killed them, because Frisk will forgive and forget every transgression. Because Frisk will never want to feel as though they are to blame for someone's hurt. Because to hold something over someone's head, in their mind, is to hurt them so irredeemably that despite the fact that Frisk has nearly always been the party hurt most, they will always find a reason to make it their own fault.

You will never hear them blame you for the pain you caused them, Mettaton. But rest assured, I am more than happy to pick up their slack.

Perhaps Asriel can forgive someone who has shown about as much regard for the life of a human child as he does the key he threw in the garbage.

Asriel always did love the things that hurt him the most. But I am not Asriel.

I am something much, much worse.

[mttbrandlegs]

Shut up you disgusting hypocrite.

You'll judge me no matter what. Do it. Fine. You ruin everything that I thought was good in my life on a daily basis, it seems.

But just remember one thing.

You may not forgive me. You may remind me of all the things that I did and who I hurt.

But you forgave Asriel, who killed Frisk more times than I ever could.

What the hell does that say about you?

Actually you know what? Don't answer. Don't speak to me.

[inconsequence]

Disgusting hypocrite? You mean I've graduated from "hellion"? I see I'm moving up in the world! And we've progressed to, once again, dragging Asriel through the dirt of your conversations like some sort of bargaining chip. It's nice to know how deeply you respect him.

I will repeat myself, Mettaton, since evidently the first time I said it, it did not penetrate your metallic skull.

You know nothing about me, or who I have forgiven.

Do not presume to.