Mettaton DT||MTTDT AU||Crush: (open)||Talking to: Chara
Mettaton laughed. "I think they've grown tired of your superiority," he said, still keeping that laughter in his tone, though he soon sobered up. Looking behind him just to be sure that they'd really left, he looked back at Chara. "Look," he said, "in the end, however this plays out, I'd like just a few things. One: I want everyone's homes to be restored, but, if some timelines are beyond saving, then I want to be able to put the survivors into new timelines where they can live peacefully and without fear. Two: I want you to be powerless, but not destroyed. I've seen enough death and destruction. If I cannot contain you, I will kill you, but I would rather imprison you than execute you if I can help it. Three: I want to undo everything between you, me, and Frisk and let everything be... happy. I want my--
our timeline back, and I want Frisk to be able to live it, and, hell, while we're at it, maybe I can tie you to a physical body so that you can't cause trouble and so that you can
live and maybe, just maybe, you can become someone worthy of trust and friendship." His expression was soft yet earnest, searching Chara's face, longing for a positive reaction, but he did not wait for a response before continuing, "Now, I know those are probably impossible ideals, but, hey, a guy's gotta dream, right?" He winked. "I just want you to know that I'm not going to give up, not now, not ever, and I want nothing more than a happy ending. I'm a showman, after all, and you're my co-host in this. See you around, partner." Even to the end, there was no sarcasm in his tone, just a sort of wistfulness, and then he vanished back into the Psi space.
Once in the Psi space, he sent out a brief message to Frisk and Faya:
I'm going to teach you more about the code if I can. Next time Chara attacks a timeline, they'll be facing all three of us, together, if you both want that.
He sent the messages off, knowing that they had enough ability to write reply messages if they wanted to. Then, he simply conjured up a hammock suspended high enough in the air that he could look down over most of the Psi space, though he did little looking as he instead closed his eyes. He didn't sleep, not really--sleep was rather beyond him as a robot who also never ran out of power due to being powered by void energy--but he rested. It had been a... tiring "day".
Frisk Smith||Age 25||Female||Glitched-Looptale AU||Crush: (open)||Talking to: Blueberry Sans
Frisk gave him a bit of a smile. "Okay," she said, "lead the way. I'd love to know more about this... uh... whatever it is." Then something Blueberry had said registered in her mind, and she asked, "Wait, what do you mean 'rescued'?"
(@MangoTree: You're doing fine. @HaileyM: Alright, if that's what you want, though Chara may be gaining some allies soon, so that'll be fun. There's no pressure to reply super-duper often. I myself am approaching college finals and will need to spend less time on this for the next week or so, actually.)