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Here comes Napstablook [TEXT]

3:01 pm: my cellphone is different... where even am i...
3:01 pm: maybe i'm dreaming?
3:01 pm: this is a pretty big house....
3:02 pm: how do you even work this app... it isn't like UnderNet at all... am i using it right... sorry....
3:04 pm: found a window..... i guess i am on the surface? sorry you already knew that if you're in the dream. there's lots of humans here, i gotta, i gotta go....
3:05 pm: i found a room..... it has lots of instruments.... like... a piano....
3:05 pm: this is probably a dream, right? i should enjoy it before i have to wake up, right?
3:56 pm: update: i can't play the ukelele even in a dream

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[It feels strange, but at the same time familiar, to shift their form to semi-corporeal as their cousin reaches for them so that they can be held. That's right, they had to do this to hug him when he was a ghost too. ]

you weren't awful... don't say that...
you were incredible, your attacks were really powerful and cool...

[They don't tell him he was taken out in one hit, but instead lean into the hug. Metal is colder than ghost bodies, but not too cold]

i'm.... i'm glad you're here....

i'm....

i'm...kinda glad i'm here...

[He smiles as he continues to hold his cousin. They have always been so sweet to him.]

I didn't mean the battle. I meant leaving you. Though I suppose it's nice to know I did something for you, in the end.

[His smile drops slightly. They're happy they're here? Well. He'll be sad to burst their bubble.]

Wonderland isn't the kindest of places. While you're here, you're trapped. You can't go farther than the Mansion grounds without dying and being brought back here.

even then though.... i know why you did it...
i....
i made you promise... i'm sorry...

[they process the information about wonderland]

oh.... that's.... kinda scary...

[they wonder if it work on them, for just a second, but shake the thought away]

how long... have you been here?

Edited 2016-08-11 23:55 (UTC)

You didn't make me promise. I wanted to be there for you, no matter what.

[His response is immediate. He doesn't want them to think for a second that they're to blame for his inability to keep a promise.]

I've been here for a little over 2 months now. I was hoping that I would have left by now, but...

[No one seems to be any closer to escaping and it might drive him mad.]

[I was hoping he says. Napstablook's gut wrenches a little, thinking back to the other conversations they've had since they got here.]
i'm....
i'm sorry....

[They want to say they're glad he's here now, but they stop themself, not wanting to make their cousin feel bad for feeling trapped]

what about you...
...what do you last remembe r?

[He smiles a bit, relishing in the memory.]

The last thing I remember was sitting in a tour bus next to you, on our way to New York City for the biggest performance we'd have yet. Shyren and an employee of mine were there as well.

shyren...

[that's right, if the human hadn't killed anyone, she would have lived too. They remember looking for her among the evacuees, realization slowly dawning.]

...were we performing together?
like we always said we would....

Yes!! We were!! When I realized that we were all going to go up to the Surface, and you had called in during my "final show", I wanted to get the gang back together. I knew we would take the human world by storm.

[His eyes brighten at the memory, how fresh and new everything felt, the rush of infinite possibilities filling him with a light-hearted giddiness he hadn't felt in a long time.]

i.... called.... in....

i don't remember...

[ I'm the wrong Napstablook.

It hits them and their corporeality slips, Mettaton's arms collapsing through them.]

i...
oh gosh i'm.....
i'm so sorry...

i...

i just....

i'm....

[they shouldn't be here, they're the wrong one, the shouldn't... ]

[His momentary happiness is dashed when Napstablook phases out of his arms, leaving him gripping onto air.]

Blooky, dear, what's wrong??? It's ok that you don't remember that! Almost all of us here have different memories!!

[He lets his arms fall, trying to ignore the sting.]

[They back away a little. They hadn't meant to lose their grip on their corporeality, for their emotions to be so easily read, and the tears are back before they can process what he's saying. They go more transparent than usual in embarrassment, but they don't let themself disappear.]

i'm... i'm sorry..... [their voice shudders as they speak] i....

i just.....

i'm.....

i'm the wrong one...

Blooky, please, just listen, it's all right!

[They're saying exactly what he, himself, doesn't want to think about for too long.]

Here in Wonderland, I'm your Mettaton and you're my Napstablook. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

but...

....but what if the napstablook in your version gets sent here too?

[their mind is already going a mile a minute, thinking of all the ways anything and everything could go tumbling down on them, finding and clinging onto every reason they can find to be afraid]

I. I don't think that can happen.

[He looks uncertain though. Can this happen? Could another Napstablook come along one day? ...could another Mettaton? The possibilities are endless.]

[Napstablook hesitates and then floats back up to him]

...well, what do we know about this place?

[The conversation turns towards something he can actually answer, and he jumps at it, burying his own worries.]

As I said, if you go too far in any direction from the Mansion, you'll die. In general, you have about five lives you can spend? Where you can die and Wonderland will bring you back somehow. Something bad happens after the fifth, but I don't think anyone knows what.

The closets, when you get your own room, will give you anything you want so long as you can imagine it. I think there are some restrictions on what you can pull out, but I haven't run into them yet. That's just the tip of the iceberg though.

[They nod, trying to take it all in, even though they inwardly doubt that they can die. Maybe they could test it. They know better than to voice this thought to their cousin, though, who says it with such certainty that it almost sounds like he's forgotten about incorporeality all together. They suppose that's for the best.]

so... we get rooms here.... like a hotel...?

Edited 2016-08-31 22:59 (UTC)

Unlike a hotel, once that room is yours, it's yours. And you don't have to pay for it! So it's more like free housing.

[He smiles encouragingly.]

Would you like to go get a room? I'll go with you, if you like.

i.... i guess, sure....

....can i be near you?

[Mettaton's smile continues as he begins to lead his cousin out of the music room.]

Of course! We can be right next door to each other, just like old times.

haha, ok....

[they nod and follow him

just like old times]

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napstablook Has Not Read The Rules Of Entranceway and is Always Scared of Something

It is fine, Mettaton doesn't know all that much either

the possibilities are endless, you say, two days before the 4th wall event is announced

WHAT DELIGHTFUL FORESHADOWING ON MY PART

DELIGHTFUL INDEED

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