[One moment, Mettaton was alone at home, mourning his condition. But he did so with a smile: he was heartened dearly by the arrival of Emet-Selch, and having him here and (mostly) well was a bliss that wouldn't quickly fade.
Sure, that meant they were both trapped in another world and being subjected to its terrors. But Mettaton had no regret for that left when he knew they both wanted to be together, even if he would do anything to spare Emet-Selch of any trouble. ...At the same time, he appreciated having him by his side to weather it all with him.
Maybe it was selfish, but MTT wouldn't deny he was plenty of that. But given the choice, he would wish for Emet-Selch to weather any hardship with him.
... It was but three days ago that he lost consciousness. Deep into sleep he fell after a drought of it, as Mettaton's body restored itself gradually. Where he'd collapsed was into a metal heap onto the floor, all without knowing. And into dreamland he slipped, where he imagined the love of his life, where he dreamed blissfully of banter and wry smiles, of teasing back-and-forths and the intensity of a bright, golden stare, fixed at him through a mirror past the flush of his cheeks. Where he could feel the touch of his fingers firm over his body, caressing and massaging every inch of his being until he lay unwound, sensitive and begging for more. Every part of his body tended and teased—even the parts he once had, but presently lacked in this realm...
Of course, the rest of his life was in a city between neon lights and pulsing music. Everything about it was what he'd shaped it to be... but he spent it with Emet-Selch. Thoughts stitched together in impressions is all he would wake with, though the sensation of having been pampered and loved stuck with him, even as he cracks open his eye.
Mettaton turns with a groan. He stretches, despite having no muscles to flex. Had he... slept? And with Emet-Selch not immediately nearby, he pouts, remembering his husband's discontent at having been alone upon waking during the heavy red moon. But the room wasn't dark, at least, and there was no hint of red moons. Just the regular air, the regular sounds, the peace and quiet in the housing district next to the gentle push of wind over Lake Omen's surface. Peaceful indeed, even if Somnius still felt like something of a fever dream. ...Even waking felt disorienting, to Mettaton, who finds himself flopping over.
With both hands, he reaches over for his device with a groan. That he has both hands is something he doesn't even notice, nor does he remember to note how good he felt. He was thinking about Emet-Selch—and the fact that he wasn't here.]
I hope this message finds you before I do. Because I want to know, why I'm sleeping in for longer than you! And after you bemoaned my absence at your bed-side... Hades, do I have to hunt you down and drag you home? What could be more important than
[... What was he doing? It felt like they were in a delicate situation before he'd... fallen asleep somehow. (How had he fallen asleep? Was the comfort he found in Emet-Selch's presence really so effective on a robot who didn't normally sleep??) After accidentally slipping a finger against the send button, Mettaton taps the phone idly with both thumbs. ... With both thumbs.]
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Sure, that meant they were both trapped in another world and being subjected to its terrors. But Mettaton had no regret for that left when he knew they both wanted to be together, even if he would do anything to spare Emet-Selch of any trouble. ...At the same time, he appreciated having him by his side to weather it all with him.
Maybe it was selfish, but MTT wouldn't deny he was plenty of that. But given the choice, he would wish for Emet-Selch to weather any hardship with him.
... It was but three days ago that he lost consciousness. Deep into sleep he fell after a drought of it, as Mettaton's body restored itself gradually. Where he'd collapsed was into a metal heap onto the floor, all without knowing. And into dreamland he slipped, where he imagined the love of his life, where he dreamed blissfully of banter and wry smiles, of teasing back-and-forths and the intensity of a bright, golden stare, fixed at him through a mirror past the flush of his cheeks. Where he could feel the touch of his fingers firm over his body, caressing and massaging every inch of his being until he lay unwound, sensitive and begging for more. Every part of his body tended and teased—even the parts he once had, but presently lacked in this realm...
Of course, the rest of his life was in a city between neon lights and pulsing music. Everything about it was what he'd shaped it to be... but he spent it with Emet-Selch. Thoughts stitched together in impressions is all he would wake with, though the sensation of having been pampered and loved stuck with him, even as he cracks open his eye.
Mettaton turns with a groan. He stretches, despite having no muscles to flex. Had he... slept? And with Emet-Selch not immediately nearby, he pouts, remembering his husband's discontent at having been alone upon waking during the heavy red moon. But the room wasn't dark, at least, and there was no hint of red moons. Just the regular air, the regular sounds, the peace and quiet in the housing district next to the gentle push of wind over Lake Omen's surface. Peaceful indeed, even if Somnius still felt like something of a fever dream. ...Even waking felt disorienting, to Mettaton, who finds himself flopping over.
With both hands, he reaches over for his device with a groan. That he has both hands is something he doesn't even notice, nor does he remember to note how good he felt. He was thinking about Emet-Selch—and the fact that he wasn't here.]
I hope this message finds you before I do. Because I want to know, why I'm sleeping in for longer than you! And after you bemoaned my absence at your bed-side... Hades, do I have to hunt you down and drag you home? What could be more important than
[... What was he doing? It felt like they were in a delicate situation before he'd... fallen asleep somehow. (How had he fallen asleep? Was the comfort he found in Emet-Selch's presence really so effective on a robot who didn't normally sleep??) After accidentally slipping a finger against the send button, Mettaton taps the phone idly with both thumbs. ... With both thumbs.]
Hades did you repair me??? HOW?
[And, another message:] Why do I have three arms.