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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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[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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Here comes Napstablook [TEXT]

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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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