thisavrou | Video | 7/15, Shadow Event

[Oh, look at this, won't you? Another message from a black eyed monstrosity with a pleased smirk on his face. Pointed teeth flash in the light cast by Mettaton's TAB, but it's definitely not Mettaton who's holding it. At least...not the one which would seem familiar anymore.]

Hello, beauties!! How are you this evening~? I do so hope I find you well!! Oh, me? I'm positively fantastic--and why wouldn't I be, given the circumstances?

[He shifts, as if put off balance, and there's a shuffling sound out of sight...maybe from below the TAB's view? It's hard to tell unless you're really listening...]

So! I thought I'd talk to all of you about something veeery important! That is, I'm here to address the flagrant misrepresentation of myself which has been electing to hide himself--his true self!! Ahaha, just look at him trying now!! Sweetheart, there's absolutely no need to struggle!!

[At that point, the TAB finally angles downward and there's the real Mettaton, shooting a glare to kill at his shadow, but not exactly struggling. Perhaps the shadow was embellishing a little. He frowns, an expression caught in the peripheral of the recording device as he shifts it. His free arm reaches out, snaking around the real Mettaton and pulling him close for what had to be the most uncomfortable selfie in the world.

Mettaton's expression is dour and uncomfortable.]

So, everyone! Have a look at this pretender, won't you? This sham who sullies the name of Mettaton with such pitiful displays of weakness!! Why, I bet he couldn't hold a crowd if he wanted!! He's honestly so sad to behold, isn't he?! After all, he's not an actor, he's not a kind soul, and he cares very little for his friends and family--enough to utterly forget who made this body and force his poor cousin to tears, and even to fail his new bosom bestie!!! Wow!!!! How many times can you fail those you supposedly love?!

[The shadow nudges Mettaton as best he can when he's holding the bot captive, but Mettaton offers no defense for himself.

Seemingly disgusted, the shadow's arm releases Mettaton so quickly that he puts the robot off kilter, only to shove him to the ground. Mettaton doesn't fight. He just scowls as his shadow brazenly presses a boot against his chestplate, stepping on his scarf.

Mettaton doesn't fight, doesn't speak.]

Well, there you have it. Why don't we take an audience count on it, hmm? Should I let this embarrassing facsimile of a real star continue to ruin my good name?

Text or phone in at your leisure, beauties!! Toodles!!!

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Don't talk to him like that, leave him alone!!

[He's got to find a way to get in there.]

Ohhh, does it hurt your feelings, Asriel? I'm sorry.

Sorry that I ever met you, you sniveling little brat! Look at what you have reduced him to!! Is this what you defend? A lost cause who dies simply because his heart cannot bear the unending pain of being told things he doesn't like and cowering from the chance to put that heathen of a human in their place before they can lay him low with just words?

I'll speak to him how I like, and you have no say!!

[The shadow's expression is caught between condescention and actual outright hatred. He really does hate Asriel, even though at the basest level, he should care about this kid. But the truth of it is that the shadow also knows that Asriel's the reason he's so weak.]

You're the reason he's like this!! That I am like this!!! Take some responsibility for once in your life, won't you?!

[That doesn't hurt his feelings. But with what Mettaton says next, it feels like he's been slapped. Shadow or not, it's still Mettaton's voice and face saying those things.

"You have Frisk now. You have Mettaton, to tell you what a good little boy you are. To pat your ass, and make it all better."

"Then why didn't you FIGHT back?"

That's right, everything that Mettaton and Chara have said...]

... You're right.

In some way or another, I've hurt the people I call family - hurt them in ways that I can never fix, even ruined their lives. I let my sibling die twice, and said horrible, unforgivable things about them over their own grave. I killed Frisk so many different times, and still hoped that they would forgive me and the end of everything - and they did, despite me deserving none of it. And Mettaton... was suffering while I was too busy wrapped up in my own problems.

I am responsible for all the awful things that's happened to my family, but Mettaton's not a lost cause. He just needed someone to be there for him when no one was.

You're wrong, Asriel. He is a lost cause.

[The shadow stoops down and for a brief moment, the video dives downward in an almost sickening shift of perspective as he shifts, then reaches down to snag Mettaton's hair in his gloved fingers, pulling him up to face level. Again, it's like some twisted selfie.

It's practically theater, with the shadow Mettaton smiling cruelly, and the real one averting his eye, practically expressionless if not for that somber turn of his lips.]

This right here, is the picture of a lost cause. Pining over some idiot skeleton who probably had no idea what a real date was. Sulking over the loss of a friend who he overextended for, only so she could leave. Pitifully letting himself get caught and losing his agency.

And whining about it.

To you. The murderer, oh yes. Rather than taking what he knows and using it as the daddy of all spoilers, like a REAL STAR!!!

Instead!

He simply agonizes, hides it all away!! He holds his tongue, tries everything to settle his discourse with Chara!!

For someone like you.

[The shadow scoffs viciously.]

I'd kill you now where you stand if he wouldn't stop me.

That is all he is good for anymore; a lapdog who leaps to the defense of those who offer him the barest of attention. Isn't that right, Mettaton darling?

[The real Mettaton hears his shadow, opens his mouth to respond...]

Say what you will of me. I still love Asriel. I love them all.

[...For a brief second, the shadow is taken aback by such a strong-willed rebuttal and falls silent.]

[It's all true, everything he says about him. He can't care about anyone without hurting them, torturing them in some way-

And then the real Mettaton says that he loves him, and it nearly breaks his heart even more.]

If you want to hate me, that's fine.

Please don't hurt my best friend.

[The shadow's silence is short lived, and his scowl returns.]

I am not going to hurt him. I am going to fix him. Do not interfere. You've done enough.

[With that, the video feed cuts out. Right before it does, Mettaton can be seen shifting his position imperceptibly, and just as the robots fade from sight, there's a swift jerk forward.

Perhaps he'd FIGHT after all. That's for Asriel to decide from what little he'd seen.]

Video | 7/15, Shadow Event | MTT-Brand Exposé

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this thread cornered me in an alley

nobody hates asriel dreemurr more than asriel dreemurr

mtt and asriel are made for each other. holy crap.