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subnautica2016-09-20 12:44 pm
showybusiness) wrote in subnautica2016-09-20 12:44 pm
a spectral latte
A: Pre-Show
The resent tall, shiny, sexy robot entertainer of the base seems to be chiding a mug on the counter of the dining area. Not in a mean way, no - his tone suggests a firmness, but a firm encouragement. A soft order, perhaps. Not a command, but a hard suggestion.
He stands, bendy robot arms bent, hands on his hips. A power stance. The stance of a businessman, and superstar, used to giving orders.
"This will be a neat little stage trick! I promise!"
B: Show Time!
As they have been doing intermittently (and without total routine, as the pair have been working on other projects), the pair have taken center "stage" of the dining area. Mettaton sings his usual set - campy high energy song, followed by a softer song about being THE BEST, followed by a softer, sad ballad about being locked in a dungeon (???). His co-star, the large, sheet-like ghost of the base, hums a sorrowful, haunting back melody behind him.
The resent tall, shiny, sexy robot entertainer of the base seems to be chiding a mug on the counter of the dining area. Not in a mean way, no - his tone suggests a firmness, but a firm encouragement. A soft order, perhaps. Not a command, but a hard suggestion.
He stands, bendy robot arms bent, hands on his hips. A power stance. The stance of a businessman, and superstar, used to giving orders.
"This will be a neat little stage trick! I promise!"
B: Show Time!
As they have been doing intermittently (and without total routine, as the pair have been working on other projects), the pair have taken center "stage" of the dining area. Mettaton sings his usual set - campy high energy song, followed by a softer song about being THE BEST, followed by a softer, sad ballad about being locked in a dungeon (???). His co-star, the large, sheet-like ghost of the base, hums a sorrowful, haunting back melody behind him.
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They squirmed uncomfortably in their teacup. They would have floated uncomfortably were they not in it. Love and smooches... it seemed kind of... a bit too much...?
"I mean... I'm already moirails with Chara..."
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"Who is that? What is that relationship?"
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"Blooky, no! I'm just worried!"
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that was Mettaton's joband only turned invisible. They slowly returned to visibility and peeked up at him nervously."It's just... a best friends... sort of relationship... but there are benefits to it..."
listen........... (yes)
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He was taken aback, but mostly that Blooky had... found... love, perhaps?
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Which wasn't really an answer to anything Mettaton asked.
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They looked down, feeling very sad that they had. Mettaton came back to them, invited them to join his band, made time and space and energy for them... and they thanked him by worrying him?
"I think we're fine... they're not being bad to me... they remind me a bit of Frisk... just... uh... not as... Frisk...ish."
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He reached into the mug with a finger to gently pet Blooky's shrunken ghost head.
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"I cry a lot, though... it doesn't usually have anything to do with Chara..."
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They rose out of the the cup, and, with some small amount of nerves, booped their face against Mettaton's cheek.