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trusthell2016-04-29 08:11 pm
ratingspoint) wrote in trusthell2016-04-29 08:11 pm
Accountability.
| "Killswitch? I 'left Alphys to die'? Please, darlings, don't tell me you actually buy all these tired old storylines..." It's been a few weeks since that particular voice has been heard by anyone in the Vault; it's sharp, flamboyant and incredibly familiar, and it's coming from the same place the Kingmaker's always seems to - nowhere and everywhere at once, piped in through some unseen system. "You know, normally I'd balk a bit at being dragged out in front of all of you for another trial, because I think you all know by now how much I hate repeat performances. Fortunately, there's a difference, isn't there? Between now and then... And if the crowd cries for an encore, who am I to deny it!" There's a panel of wall behind that balcony, one that slides open quickly and easily; the pair of people that emerge from it...well, they're different than anything the Vault has seen so far, that much is obvious. The first is reasonably slight in frame, his hair and his clothing bright in color; he's resplendant in...just about every tacky accessory Caren unwittingly brought with her to the Vault - with the exception of the bra, naturally. Because we've got to have some dignity here, clearly, even if that dignity doesn't extend to the fucking leopard-print bucket hat currently sitting on his head at a jaunty as hell angle. His expression is intense and deeply manic, his body shaking a bit and fists clenched at his sides as though he's trying to keep himself from laughing, from lashing out and hitting the wall, from doing something to relieve some of it, but his eyes... ...His eyes, though. His eyes are dead as hell, his stare cutting and utterly devoid of emotion all at once. And the second...well, he's familiar, though it seems his avatar has changed quite a bit since the last time you saw him. It's something more suiting, let's put it that way. He's the one leaning over to greet you now, hands braced tight against that railing spanning the length of the balcony. "Beauties and gentlebeauties, I'm pleased to introduce to you our hosts for the evening! First of all, the Kingmaker, without whom none of this would have been possible!" And that gets a sweeping gesture to his side, where the ginger just...enthusiastically pumps his fist in the air, and that's when the laugh escapes him, harsh and uncontrolled. "It's about time!" Mettaton tosses his head a bit at that; he doesn't laugh himself, but he seems pleased enough with it before he continues. "As for me? Well, I'd like to wish you good evening and good luck - both sentiments straight from the King of the Underground! Try to make this good for us, all right?" "Make it cool!" "...Sweetheart, really." ...Right, well! Let's begin, shall we? |
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Better answer well, Mettaton.
He's listening.]
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[And that's...again, it's quieter, and it's a bit slower, like he's trying to actually put thought behind it instead of manufacturing some sort of answer out of nowhere.]
It was...I think it was always intended to be my last show. I have nothing to go back to, and the one person I might have genuinely cared about at the time was dead for the second time. And I...there wasn't any waking her up, either, after she died.
[He shrugs a bit at that.]
Your friends are still alive somewhere. I can see their souls. But hers was gone.
After you've killed people as long as I have, and after you've had as many important people die as I have...you stop caring. You want to inflict some pain back. Is that revenge? I genuinely don't know. But it was never anything personal against any of you, and it wasn't part of some convoluted plan of mine to take revenge on humanity. I just...I wanted to go out performing for people, and I wanted to hurt someone. I don't know.
I don't know.
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[He looks really worried, but he'll turn his attention to Speedwagon.]
Yeah, I might as well confirm it wasn't revenge for me either. I didn't even realize I was hurt by Silver's death until after everything was said and done. I was just here because I couldn't go home and this sounded like fun.
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May I come up there?
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...I'm sorry that I wasn't able to do more for you.
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...It's not as though I really told you any of it.
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okay I have no excuse for how morbid that was but
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I'm glad you at least know I would have listened.
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You'll be more surprised by how much I don't allow. But yeah. Cherry can do whatever he wants.
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[Bruce's voice is quiet. Very quiet.]
You want to hurt others because you want them to notice, you want them to know. You want somebody to know what you feel, what you experienced, what you've lost. You want them to suffer so that you don't suffer by yourself. You want them to hurt because it might lessen the pain you feel inside.
[He knows this feeling so well... so very well. All too well. It's why the Hulk exists, why there's always the anger, the pain, the hurt. It'll never fade as much as he wishes it would.]
You just wanted somebody to notice you... and to understand you again, like she did.
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[A sad, wry smile.]
It's one of my secrets; I'm always angry. And the temptation to let others hurt and feel your pain is always there.
But it has to end somewhere. The cycle of violence needs to stop eventually.
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[Yeah, Mouri has heard it before...cases like those spread through the police force and in the media. Being a detective has its perks when it's about hearing deeper stuff about cases]
I won't ever say what you and Uryuu-san did here was right in any way, no matter what you felt, but it isn't completely your fault or Uryuu-san's.
What I said in your trial to you still stands, Mettaton-kun. I don't know how this game will end, but if it somehow ends well enough for you and Uryuu-san there's still a chance you won't feel as hopeless as you feel right now. It may not be just after it ends, it may not be in the day or that week, but it is bound to happen.
For now me and the rest will try to see what is there to be done in this last trial, so I suppose there's nothing else to be said for now about this, at least from me.
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[He wasn't sure. Maybe they just blend together.]
It's the need to get one last stab at the world that wronged you. It took away what you loved, so you had to do something about it, anything that would matter at least in the end... And, I'm sorry. Honestly, I'm sorry for what's happened to you, Mettaton.
[Looking at Mettaton now - right now, he's... it's hard to describe.]
And from what I've heard, your Alphys didn't deserve one whit of what happened to her.