mttbrandlegs posting in thisavrou
[Oh, look at this, won't you? Another message from a black eyed monstrosity with a pleased smirk on his face. Pointed teeth flash in the light cast by Mettaton's TAB, but it's definitely not Mettaton who's holding it. At least...not the one which would seem familiar anymore.]
Hello, beauties!! How are you this evening~? I do so hope I find you well!! Oh, me? I'm positively fantastic--and why wouldn't I be, given the circumstances?
[He shifts, as if put off balance, and there's a shuffling sound out of sight...maybe from below the TAB's view? It's hard to tell unless you're really listening...]
So! I thought I'd talk to all of you about something veeery important! That is, I'm here to address the flagrant misrepresentation of myself which has been electing to hide himself--his true self!! Ahaha, just look at him trying now!! Sweetheart, there's absolutely no need to struggle!!
[At that point, the TAB finally angles downward and there's the real Mettaton, shooting a glare to kill at his shadow, but not exactly struggling. Perhaps the shadow was embellishing a little. He frowns, an expression caught in the peripheral of the recording device as he shifts it. His free arm reaches out, snaking around the real Mettaton and pulling him close for what had to be the most uncomfortable selfie in the world.
Mettaton's expression is dour and uncomfortable.]
So, everyone! Have a look at this pretender, won't you? This sham who sullies the name of Mettaton with such pitiful displays of weakness!! Why, I bet he couldn't hold a crowd if he wanted!! He's honestly so sad to behold, isn't he?! After all, he's not an actor, he's not a kind soul, and he cares very little for his friends and family--enough to utterly forget who made this body and force his poor cousin to tears, and even to fail his new bosom bestie!!! Wow!!!! How many times can you fail those you supposedly love?!
[The shadow nudges Mettaton as best he can when he's holding the bot captive, but Mettaton offers no defense for himself.
Seemingly disgusted, the shadow's arm releases Mettaton so quickly that he puts the robot off kilter, only to shove him to the ground. Mettaton doesn't fight. He just scowls as his shadow brazenly presses a boot against his chestplate, stepping on his scarf.
Mettaton doesn't fight, doesn't speak.]
Well, there you have it. Why don't we take an audience count on it, hmm? Should I let this embarrassing facsimile of a real star continue to ruin my good name?
Text or phone in at your leisure, beauties!! Toodles!!!