trusthell | First.

Friday dawns much like the rest of the week before it – that is to say, obnoxiously. The klaxons are as loud as ever first thing in the morning, and anyone wandering out into the main corridor will be pleased to know that-

...Oh.

It's a straight shot down the hallway, meaning that everyone's line of sight is likely to be immediately drawn to the unholy mess going on past the threshold leading to the dorms.

There's some hints that someone may have been busy out here last night – for one thing, there's a chair lying on the ground for god only knows what reason. That's obviously not supposed to be there. Come on, guys, clean up after yourselves.

Of course, there's also a fucklot of blood. That's probably important.

It seems concentrated on the far end of the hallway, closer to the elevator than the dorms. There's also a large trail of it leading somewhere.

That's probably also important.

Despite everyone's best efforts to keep themselves busy and optimistic about escape, looks like somebody got restless last night.

>Explore?

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[...Oh.

Mettaton is with the others when it comes to wanting to know what all the commotion is; he seems unfazed by all the blood, maybe because the implications are taking a moment to sink in, and when he sees the state of the dining room his first thought is legitimately "well, how dead can he be, the body is right there-"

And then everything clicks, and his gloved hand is toying with that necklace he's still wearing, and his expression has gone kind of strange. Still sort of smirking a bit, because what the actual fuck should he be doing with his face at this, and he tips his head a bit before simply heel-turning and walking out, calling over his shoulder as he goes.

There's a laugh in his tone; it's very, very dry, because wow, what a goddamn way to start the day.]

Nice job failing Step One, ladies and gentlemen!

[Well after everyone's been investigating for awhile, Yosuke approaches Mettaton. He looks pale and jittery, but focused.]

Hey, Mettaton, can I ask you something?

[Well, Mettaton hasn't gone far, admittedly; he's leaning against the doorway leading toward the dorms, just kind of watching everyone milling around and dealing with the hallway and being in varying stages of "flipping their shit."

He seems pretty calm about the whole thing, though. Interested, but not excited or pleased. Just kind of here.

That said, he doesn't seem bothered by the company, either.]

Of course, darling. Whatever you like.

This is a weird question but... when you had everything out on the table to pawn off, did anyone take those little earrings? The wing shaped one?

No, actually. I still have those.

[...]

Did you want them, then?

Probably just borrowing them. But if you want something I got I don't mind trading.

I-it probably doesn't mean anything, but I'd feel better if I have them.

[It's a dumb idea, crazy. But something is ticking in the back of his head, and he'd rather look silly now and be wrong then.... well]