trusthell | 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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[... THEY GOT RYUU TO AGREE THAT'S GREAT

THIS IS GONNA FUCKIN SUCK. WHY DID SHE AGREE TO THIS.]

Provided we test you as immune, you'll be coming out into the fields with us for some troll training. I'm beefing you up a little too. I'll find a place for you otherwise. My world, my duty.

[WAIT NO ONE TOLD HIM THIS WOULD INVOLVE EXERCISE]

...Alright. I'm not gonna lie, I kinda hope I don't have to train with you. I'm pretty sure I'll die.

[LOOK AT YOUR NEW LIFE, RYUU.]

You'll be fine, you string bean! Otherwise, how do you feel about ships? And being on.

I've never been on a ship before. I'd be fine going on one.

[who knows, maybe it'd be exciting! COOL even!!]

Then you can harpoon giant whales and drag them onto shore.

I've never used a harpoon and I seriously doubt I could do anything to a whale.

[HE IS THE NOODLIEST NOODLE]

But uh... I'll try?

Don't worry, no manpower really needed to shoot those things. Point and there it goes.

[... It's the reeling in he's gonna have fucking deal with, but she'll not tell him that.]

But as long as you try, then that'll be fine. We'll find something for you that doesn't include killing people weaker somehow weaker than you.

Okay.

[HE'LL MISS IT... but not losing Mettaton is the most important thing.]

I meant what I said to Cherryblod [well at least he can pronounce that one] I'll be good.

[At least they can agree there. Maybe they can bond over their apparent appreciation of a self-centered asshole.]

And if you're not, you know the consequences. I don't miss when I'm going for a killing strike.

I don't expect you to. Don't worry, I won't give you any reason to do that. I don't want to upset Mettaton!

... Then we have something in common there, honey, but I'm gonna have to have a word with you once you two come down.

[ryuunosuke are you aware you're absolutely in fucking love with mettaton or]

Yeah, sure, alright.

[LISTEN SOMETIMES YOU GET SO HORRIBLY FUCKED UP BY LOSING THE ONLY PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT YOU END UP CLINGING TO THE ONE PERSON LEFT WHO'S NICE TO YOU

it is genuinely not romantic love, I promise]

[from how he reacted to the thing with silver she wouldn't be surprised to hear it's not tbh

but she wants to make sure

otherwise she's really down for bonding with him over their robot friend]

[HE'S JUST FUCKED UP IT'S FIIIIIINE

...MORE FUCKED UP THAN HE ALREADY WAS???]

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