Unaware of Papyrus's inner struggles, Mettaton hums in thought. That's right, they are from different points in time, aren't they? What a strange concept...
"Then you are a day or so behind me, I'd say. Or a week? I'm not entirely sure when she snuck into Alphys's lab, to be honest."
Something he'll need to ask next time she's around. If she returns.
"Was there anything else you'd like to ask?"
The switch-specific things tripped me up a bit, but it's fun!
So many questions are being raised right now, from whether that was part of why Alphys left their training early, to what exactly this cousin might have - stolen? While unexpectedly haunting a lab for a time?? Why are ghosts now committing ghost crimes.
"That... That wasn't the question I meant to ask. But now I really want to know, was there some prototype of your body lying around, or something??"
Imagine - two of Mettaton. They can get back to the more heartfelt questions after he gets this out of his skull.
Mettaton waves his hand dismissively. "Oh, no. Not a robot body. Just a giant, life sized doll from that ridiculous series she likes. Alphys, I mean. Mad had no idea what Mew Mew was prior to fusing with the doll."
What a relief? What a shame? One of Mettaton is probably enough for any world, merchandise aside.
"Ghost life is so much more complicated than I ever knew..."
Even moreso than he's realized over the last day, with his odd disembodied experiences and the struggles to interact with much of anything, besides a few other dead people in passing. It's a definite relief to be reunited with his bones, now.
"Fusing with it... I think, you said something like that. Wh-When I was, uh, saying some accusatory things... You fused with your body?"
He lets out a soft chuckle at Papyrus's comment. "It's complicated even for us."
A pause as he thinks how to best describe what ghosts go through.
"I did. Essentially... You find an inanimate object and possess it. If it clicks with you, feels right, and your SOUL is at peace, you'll fuse with the item you've chosen. Does that make sense?"
But what of the possibilities of a stunt double, or backup dancers in some of his performances...?
"Y-Yes, I think so... It's not an inanimate object anymore, then. It's your body."
Kind of like Mettaton had said, multiple times, insistent and increasingly unhappy when the words leaving Papyrus's mouth had seemed not to believe it. He makes sure to emphasize the belief in his voice now, and further ask:
"And, you're now so corporeal... that you're not going to be incorporeal or invisible, ever again?"
It's a good argument. And while it's not a dream Papyrus necessarily holds, being a backup dancer for Mettaton is surely a dream for someone. Maybe those hypothetical persons will even get MTT TV merch that resembles them, someday!
"Then I'm very glad you've gotten what you wanted!"
He means it, sincerely! As happy as he's been to admire Mettaton's box form, and more recently his human form, it's so much more important that Mettaton is happy with that.
"But, um. A-About that..."
His tone goes a little like he's going to break the news that someone fell down, then trails off, as Papyrus hesitates on what exactly to say.
Delightful! Maybe more toys will grace his bedroom table one day.
As for now, he takes advantage of speaking through a sending stone rather than in person to wipe at sweat surreptitiously, then worry at the side of his jaw with a gloved hand.
"I'm alright!" He rushes to clarify, again, as if Mettaton's forgotten in the course of this call. "Things are... okay. It's just that, well, umm. You've... probably heard about how... death, doesn't completely work right, around here?"
His heart sinks. He can guess what that means. Why Papyrus of all people had to go through that, he doesn't know, but it fills him with sorrow.
"How are you managing...?" Mettaton asks softly, his wording specific so Papyrus doesn't need to outright tell him what happened. The glambot already knows.
He can't honestly say that he's doing well. It's something of a stew of bad memories, some all blended together, some distinct chunks of time still standing out. Several new contenders for worst nightmare! It's not great!
"But! All my bones feel like new. Newly constituted, or something. As of... a couple hours ago."
He wouldn't be the Great Papyrus if he couldn't try to put some spin on it, for his own sake and Mettaton's, with as much sincerity as he could blend in with the positive thinking. That is, before he gets into the other bad news.
"And, um... How much, else, have you heard about... those sorts of experiences? Here."
At least his body feels good. Still, dying is... well, he can't even imagine it. Mettaton frowns, looking down at the Speaking Stone, imagining Papyrus's face.
He'll need to take him out on a date or something. Hopefully cheer him up more...
"I've never really looked into it, honestly. I only know you come back but not any other details..."
Papyrus, still leaning against his door, is glad not to need to keep a convincing smile up for any of this. He's still trying to a little, to keep some sense of humor in his voice, but not that much.
"Yes, it was... about a day. And also not anywhere near where it happened?"
That detail is still puzzling him, because surely, surely it's not a matter of wind having gusted his dust clear into the woods. And they weren't even woods near where he'd been before everything went back to normal. Very strange.
"But! All my pains suddenly disappeared, and yet, I didn't stop... being aware. It was just as if all my bones dropped away... taking basically all sensation with them. I was... um."
This is the one part where he'd like to be talking in-person, the better to better reassure Mettaton, but that would make it harder to brush over his own death-like experience and any complicated strong feelings he might be having about it. Mettaton doesn't need to see tear tracks on his skull, he needs to hear this very important warning, before it catches the robot by surprise:
"I was a bit... intangible. And floaty. For a day."
How strange... Did the spot of revival have to do with the strange fear domains...? Mettaton remains silent as he listens to Papyrus.
What the skeleton describes is a bit surprising. He amused the person who died would be unconscious through all of it. To be aware though is... a tad horrifying β if he hadn't been born a ghost, that is.
The glambot hums softly in ironic but sympathetic amusement.
"Yes...? Or something ghost-like, at least," Papyrus hedges, uncertain still about some of the fine details of what it is to be Mettaton's sort of ghost as opposed to what was, from what he could tell, the human literary tradition of dead people ghosts. "I didn't try fusing with anything, but it was educational... But, that's only part of what I was getting at!"
There's a little bit of a thudding noise, as Papyrus stamps the ground in frustration with himself, and being concerned about someone being concerned for him.
It's nice! Just like the way offering flattery had made a nice back and forth. Caring and being cared about. Who knew friendship could be so impactful? But it's also distracting him.
"I meant to be letting you know, gently, that... Please, be careful not to die! Not only would it be the normal distressing," he concedes this much of how he's maybe been feeling, if it helps underline his point, "but, for you, it would... You'd be... a ghost again, like you didn't want."
And also...
He really doesn't even want to risk thinking it aloud. But Papyrus's body is his body, his bones are alive. Mettaton's body... was originally an inanimate object, he said. One that's only alive now because he fused with it. Would that... be enough, to revive the same way? Or is there a risk that, by dying, Mettaton would be... stuck as a ghost, whether forever or at least until someone could repair his body again?
Oh, Papyrus. Mettaton closes his eyes and smiles, touched by the skeleton's concerns. He understands completely why he would be worried about that, now knowing what the robot originally was and for experiencing death himself.
Mettaton assumes that, if that were to happen to him, his robot body would reactivate once the 'respawn' period was okay with β but it is still very much a concern.
"I promise to stay safe, darling. I... I truly appreciate you looking out for me like this..."
"Good! I-I mean, of course!" he exclaims, flustered enough to respond to both things at once, and tries again. "Of course. I... It's the least I could do."
It's an important warning, one that he felt the need to get out for a few reasons, after all. Apologies made with words like 'sorry' are good, but apologies with helpful, concerned words are better.
(Apologies with actions are even better still, but starting here, with the sending stone, was easier than looking Mettaton in the eye while apologizing. That the stone meant he could do it all the sooner was the best rationalization he could come up with, for delaying meeting up in person again.)
(Not that... it seems to have been needed. It seems rather like all his apologies have been accepted and understood. It's a such a huge compounded relief, on top of finding himself alive again, that he lets himself slide down the door until he's sitting on the floor about it.)
How could Mettaton not forgive him? It was fairly obvious Papyrus hadn't been himself in that strange library. What he's hearing through the Sending Stone... That's the Papyrus he knows.
"It may be the least thing you can do but it helps me more than you realize." The glambot's tone is light, a certain fondness to it. "Would you like to... get together sometime soon? I'm sure after such a harrowing experience, you could use a spa day of sorts."
The notion startles him into laughter, baffled and cheerful, fading into fond enthusiasm.
"That's... That's a wonderful idea! My bones do feel new, but also... Completely untreated by any skin lotions! I haven't even changed into a cleaner outfit yet..."
In fact, come to think of it, this outfit that he rescued from where he'd collapsed... It seemed clean, but it was coated in his own dust there, wasn't it? No wonder he's feeling strange, all moody and melodramatic. He's wallowing in bad experiences nearly as badly as Sans. What a terrible thing to let slide as a family habit.
"Do you like the sound of that, darling? It'll be my treat! We can get you new outfits, bone lotions, massages... All sorts of things!" Mettaton clasps his hands together excitedly despite Papyrus not being able to see.
"Oh my god, do they have bone lotions here?!" Papyrus exclaims it with astonishment clear in his voice.
It's entirely possible, he's realizing, because there is that whole contingent of skeleton sailors that bring food from... somewhere, and someone might be selling some to cater to them specifically. Even back underground there hadn't been so many skeletons around to have much for specialty products like that.
"I mean, normally I would get skin lotion, or anime powder, or some other MTT-product..." This, he doesn't manage to keep a straight face through saying. "But I suppose I should start with something more skeletal. Fresh bones probably need prep time, before graduating to skin lotions..."
He may be getting caught up in the details of his old beauty routine, but his tone is all agreement - he does like the sound of this idea.
"They might! I haven't actually checked... but I'm sure we could come up with a concoction!"
Mettaton is more than happen to listen to Papyrus brainstorm, pleased to hear he likes the idea. He's already plotting as well, trying to figure out what would be good to put in lotion to help with bones.
The glambot thinks outloud. Seems the skeleton is rubbing off on him slightly.
"Calcium powder, maybe? Hmmm... Do a vanilla and cream scent... Nice and mild and unisex~"
Papyrus manages to get this out with only a little stammer, startled at the idea that they're not just planning a shopping and spa trip, they're brainstorming the development of new MTT products. Bone lotion, with scents that emphasize that pearly whiteness of his bones? And not only that, something of a sexy scent, to go by that mention of something being unisex...?
Well, it's a lot of ideas to take in at once! Enough that he pushes himself to his feet, paces briefly, then starts making his way to his (limited) wardrobe.
"Uh, don't tell me... Is there a spa? Or is this more of, a home spa day plan...?"
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"Then you are a day or so behind me, I'd say. Or a week? I'm not entirely sure when she snuck into Alphys's lab, to be honest."
Something he'll need to ask next time she's around. If she returns.
"Was there anything else you'd like to ask?"
The switch-specific things tripped me up a bit, but it's fun!
So many questions are being raised right now, from whether that was part of why Alphys left their training early, to what exactly this cousin might have - stolen? While unexpectedly haunting a lab for a time?? Why are ghosts now committing ghost crimes.
"That... That wasn't the question I meant to ask. But now I really want to know, was there some prototype of your body lying around, or something??"
Imagine - two of Mettaton. They can get back to the more heartfelt questions after he gets this out of his skull.
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"Ghost life is so much more complicated than I ever knew..."
Even moreso than he's realized over the last day, with his odd disembodied experiences and the struggles to interact with much of anything, besides a few other dead people in passing. It's a definite relief to be reunited with his bones, now.
"Fusing with it... I think, you said something like that. Wh-When I was, uh, saying some accusatory things... You fused with your body?"
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He lets out a soft chuckle at Papyrus's comment. "It's complicated even for us."
A pause as he thinks how to best describe what ghosts go through.
"I did. Essentially... You find an inanimate object and possess it. If it clicks with you, feels right, and your SOUL is at peace, you'll fuse with the item you've chosen. Does that make sense?"
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"Y-Yes, I think so... It's not an inanimate object anymore, then. It's your body."
Kind of like Mettaton had said, multiple times, insistent and increasingly unhappy when the words leaving Papyrus's mouth had seemed not to believe it. He makes sure to emphasize the belief in his voice now, and further ask:
"And, you're now so corporeal... that you're not going to be incorporeal or invisible, ever again?"
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"Exactly." On both fronts. "I can't return to being a ghost. I'm like this forever. Which is what I wanted."
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"Then I'm very glad you've gotten what you wanted!"
He means it, sincerely! As happy as he's been to admire Mettaton's box form, and more recently his human form, it's so much more important that Mettaton is happy with that.
"But, um. A-About that..."
His tone goes a little like he's going to break the news that someone fell down, then trails off, as Papyrus hesitates on what exactly to say.
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"Thank you, darling. That means a lot to hear you say."
The pause is worrisome though. Mettaton's tone remains gentle, hoping to ease any worry the skeleton has.
"What is it? Is everything alright?"
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As for now, he takes advantage of speaking through a sending stone rather than in person to wipe at sweat surreptitiously, then worry at the side of his jaw with a gloved hand.
"I'm alright!" He rushes to clarify, again, as if Mettaton's forgotten in the course of this call. "Things are... okay. It's just that, well, umm. You've... probably heard about how... death, doesn't completely work right, around here?"
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His heart sinks. He can guess what that means. Why Papyrus of all people had to go through that, he doesn't know, but it fills him with sorrow.
"How are you managing...?" Mettaton asks softly, his wording specific so Papyrus doesn't need to outright tell him what happened. The glambot already knows.
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He can't honestly say that he's doing well. It's something of a stew of bad memories, some all blended together, some distinct chunks of time still standing out. Several new contenders for worst nightmare! It's not great!
"But! All my bones feel like new. Newly constituted, or something. As of... a couple hours ago."
He wouldn't be the Great Papyrus if he couldn't try to put some spin on it, for his own sake and Mettaton's, with as much sincerity as he could blend in with the positive thinking. That is, before he gets into the other bad news.
"And, um... How much, else, have you heard about... those sorts of experiences? Here."
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He'll need to take him out on a date or something. Hopefully cheer him up more...
"I've never really looked into it, honestly. I only know you come back but not any other details..."
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"Yes, it was... about a day. And also not anywhere near where it happened?"
That detail is still puzzling him, because surely, surely it's not a matter of wind having gusted his dust clear into the woods. And they weren't even woods near where he'd been before everything went back to normal. Very strange.
"But! All my pains suddenly disappeared, and yet, I didn't stop... being aware. It was just as if all my bones dropped away... taking basically all sensation with them. I was... um."
This is the one part where he'd like to be talking in-person, the better to better reassure Mettaton, but that would make it harder to brush over his own death-like experience and any complicated strong feelings he might be having about it. Mettaton doesn't need to see tear tracks on his skull, he needs to hear this very important warning, before it catches the robot by surprise:
"I was a bit... intangible. And floaty. For a day."
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What the skeleton describes is a bit surprising. He amused the person who died would be unconscious through all of it. To be aware though is... a tad horrifying β if he hadn't been born a ghost, that is.
The glambot hums softly in ironic but sympathetic amusement.
"So you were a ghost?"
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There's a little bit of a thudding noise, as Papyrus stamps the ground in frustration with himself, and being concerned about someone being concerned for him.
It's nice! Just like the way offering flattery had made a nice back and forth. Caring and being cared about. Who knew friendship could be so impactful? But it's also distracting him.
"I meant to be letting you know, gently, that... Please, be careful not to die! Not only would it be the normal distressing," he concedes this much of how he's maybe been feeling, if it helps underline his point, "but, for you, it would... You'd be... a ghost again, like you didn't want."
And also...
He really doesn't even want to risk thinking it aloud. But Papyrus's body is his body, his bones are alive. Mettaton's body... was originally an inanimate object, he said. One that's only alive now because he fused with it. Would that... be enough, to revive the same way? Or is there a risk that, by dying, Mettaton would be... stuck as a ghost, whether forever or at least until someone could repair his body again?
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Mettaton assumes that, if that were to happen to him, his robot body would reactivate once the 'respawn' period was okay with β but it is still very much a concern.
"I promise to stay safe, darling. I... I truly appreciate you looking out for me like this..."
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It's an important warning, one that he felt the need to get out for a few reasons, after all. Apologies made with words like 'sorry' are good, but apologies with helpful, concerned words are better.
(Apologies with actions are even better still, but starting here, with the sending stone, was easier than looking Mettaton in the eye while apologizing. That the stone meant he could do it all the sooner was the best rationalization he could come up with, for delaying meeting up in person again.)
(Not that... it seems to have been needed. It seems rather like all his apologies have been accepted and understood. It's a such a huge compounded relief, on top of finding himself alive again, that he lets himself slide down the door until he's sitting on the floor about it.)
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"It may be the least thing you can do but it helps me more than you realize." The glambot's tone is light, a certain fondness to it. "Would you like to... get together sometime soon? I'm sure after such a harrowing experience, you could use a spa day of sorts."
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The notion startles him into laughter, baffled and cheerful, fading into fond enthusiasm.
"That's... That's a wonderful idea! My bones do feel new, but also... Completely untreated by any skin lotions! I haven't even changed into a cleaner outfit yet..."
In fact, come to think of it, this outfit that he rescued from where he'd collapsed... It seemed clean, but it was coated in his own dust there, wasn't it? No wonder he's feeling strange, all moody and melodramatic. He's wallowing in bad experiences nearly as badly as Sans. What a terrible thing to let slide as a family habit.
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It's entirely possible, he's realizing, because there is that whole contingent of skeleton sailors that bring food from... somewhere, and someone might be selling some to cater to them specifically. Even back underground there hadn't been so many skeletons around to have much for specialty products like that.
"I mean, normally I would get skin lotion, or anime powder, or some other MTT-product..." This, he doesn't manage to keep a straight face through saying. "But I suppose I should start with something more skeletal. Fresh bones probably need prep time, before graduating to skin lotions..."
He may be getting caught up in the details of his old beauty routine, but his tone is all agreement - he does like the sound of this idea.
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Mettaton is more than happen to listen to Papyrus brainstorm, pleased to hear he likes the idea. He's already plotting as well, trying to figure out what would be good to put in lotion to help with bones.
The glambot thinks outloud. Seems the skeleton is rubbing off on him slightly.
"Calcium powder, maybe? Hmmm... Do a vanilla and cream scent... Nice and mild and unisex~"
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Papyrus manages to get this out with only a little stammer, startled at the idea that they're not just planning a shopping and spa trip, they're brainstorming the development of new MTT products. Bone lotion, with scents that emphasize that pearly whiteness of his bones? And not only that, something of a sexy scent, to go by that mention of something being unisex...?
Well, it's a lot of ideas to take in at once! Enough that he pushes himself to his feet, paces briefly, then starts making his way to his (limited) wardrobe.
"Uh, don't tell me... Is there a spa? Or is this more of, a home spa day plan...?"