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test drive meme #16
Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open January 24th, and apps are open February 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.
Two quick points here as well:1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!
Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!
F E A R
SCENARIO ONE: THE CREEPY CRAWLIES
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.
Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting to impale you on its giant claws and crunch your bones between its mandibles. That's right, this time the Door is bringing you bugs from Starship Troopers, in all their giant and disgusting glory!
Bugs are, well, giant insects that come in all shapes and sizes, depending on the rank, and are way too tall or too heavy than they have any right to be. They can move quickly, most of them have the ability to fly, and their exo-skeletons means that it's difficult to really hurt them unless you've got some muscles on you. Or a really big boot, I guess.]
C O N F U S I O N
SCENARIO TWO: WHO'S THAT IN THE MIRROR?
[Something's lurking in the dark. Something that really wants to ruin your day by any means necessary- that includes preying on your darkest fears, or just, you know, simply killing you. But that's not a problem, right? You're big and tough! Except, so is this creature out to get you. And it knows all of your weaknesses and insecurities too because, well... it is you.
Doubles of characters will be flooding the city and attempting to ruin the originals lives by whatever means necessary. This generally involves killing the original and then impersonating them, but it can also mean killing people you love or just bringing up your awkward teenage years to traumatize you in front of all your new cool friends.
What can you do to stop it? Well, you could kill them first, that certainly won't require a few trips to therapy later! There's always locking them away, or maybe trying to befriend them because hey, who's better at ruining your life than you?
This is a mini version of our Dead Ringers event this month!]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
SCENARIO THREE: CAN YOU JUST LIKE, CHILL FOR A SEC?
[Embrace tranquility! Or rather, get pulled, kicking and screaming into an event during which you magically have to find some chill, or else Tranquility will force chill upon you.
For this prompt, characters will find themselves in a state of sudden peace and calm, without much anger or meanness to go around. That guy you hate? Maybe you should give him a peace offering. The chick who stole your girlfriend? Maybe you should congratulate her! Everything is peaceful and everything is... sorta gray.
Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be able to relax, but we have an emotional spectrum for a reason. Pretty soon, the tranquility of this might turn into something a little creepy, even Stepfordish... but it's hard to really care when everything is so damn pleasant, right?]
Mettaton | Undertale (Thisavrou CRAU)
[Honestly? This is not the strangest thing Mettaton's ever dealt with. In fact, it's pretty much exactly what he expected. After all, the relative calm of Thisavrou couldn't be expected to last, and staying on Kauto wouldn't be permitted...right?
The door he'd come through? He expected it was just some cleverly constructed Ingress he'd stumbled upon, nothing more, and nothing less. But he wasn't really given much time to backtrack before he was confronted by some rather large insectoids. Spiders?
Oooh, how terrifying.
Except that Mettaton's not scared, and he's far past the point of avoiding getting his hands dirty.
It's a pain that he doesn't have time to tuck the tattered red scarf that once belonged to someone important into his PacDisc. But it doesn't matter--he won't let it get damaged.
Here, one would expect a flashy pose and a loud proclamation of pending victory!! That's the MTT-Brand way, right?!
Instead...Mettaton steps back into a halfhearted stance, frowning up at the creature.]
Let us make this quick, shall we?
[The bug seems to agree, because it darts forward, using its front legs to try and pin Mettaton down. He anticipates the move, of course, and sidesteps with inches to spare--he's not known for his speed, after all.
He is known for having lovely boots though. Time to squish a bug!]
Scenario 2 - Not a Pretty Picture...
[He's been hearing it all day. Mettaton's fairly certain that he's gone mad, and maybe that is the case. Maybe he's finally lost it after all that's happened. It was inevitable, really.
He wasn't perfect. He had been a terrible cousin, a terrible friend, a terrible significant other--anything he could ever have ruined for anyone, he'd done it to benefit himself. And that's what the voice in his head was telling him. Whispering dark words...
He's not aware that his shadow is not just a shadow. As he walks, trying his hardest to ignore the dark words ("you're awful, it's no wonder everyone left you", "you will never have friends here like you did before, friends are for good people, sweetheart!" "Can you feel the weight of it on your neck? Don't forget to breathe."), he grows more and more agitated, the expression on his face slowly beginning to twist into one of anguish and anger, all mixed into one.]
What do I do?
["Submit, of course!! Isn't it hard? Oh, honey...honey, let me fix it for you!"]
Mettaton nods blankly, and from the shadows to his right emerges a perfect double, down to the damaged chassis and the familiar scarf. He doesn't really notice...or is he just pretending he doesn't? Either way, he won't be fast enough to move from those arms extending out, ready to snake around his neck and abdomen. Ready to crush him and break him.
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... Except there's two of them?
Napstablook takes a few, clumsy steps forward. Part of them curious as to what's going on, and the other part of them wanting to run in the opposite direction. Meeting one Mettaton was nerve-wracking... meeting two of them though?
Right as the double's arms reach out to snare Mettaton, a lanky, white-haired human that looks like they haven't slept in days calls out nervously.]
m-mettaton...?
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Surprisingly, the real Mettaton reacts quicker, his expression switching to one of just anger as he takes a half-step back, and using what little momentum he generated to kick upward, catching his copy under the chin and causing him to reel back. Good. That gives him a second, because he knows his kicks aren't something to walk off.
It's just enough time that he can see the unmistakably human individual who had said his name. He didn't think he was wrong about who he'd heard. But although he's dealt with species getting switched--he'd been human for a while himself, after all--he has to be sure.
"Who...are you?" he asked. "And make it quick, please!!"
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"i'm napstablook... i called on your show before... once...
um... is this a bad time...?"
It looks like it. Maybe they should go...?
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Unfortunately he finds himself needing to prioritize, and at this point, his other self is starting to recover from that kick. Now however...he has much more of a reason to get out of this nonsense.
"Honey, we should, ah. We should run, before I do something decidedly unfabulous to myself..."
His other self laughs, and there's really something quite deranged about how his hair has been pushed askew, revealing that awful hole in his head. His head.
"Oh good! It's about time you made a proper show of it!! Very well, I'll give you a head start, sweetie!!"
The real Mettaton grits his teeth. This isn't a game to him...but he can't deny that he'd think it was if the boot was on the other foot. So...he plays along with it and without another word, he moves closer to Napstablook and ushers them along with him.
"Come on, let's leave, shall we? There's no point in lingering with such an uncouth and poorly-made copy," he says quietly.
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Their call was so short, and they just blabbed on nervously before quickly hanging up. Mettaton really remembered that call? It felt weird being remembered by someone you've been a fan of for a while now - well, partially weird because this conversation was happening while two Mettatons were fighting each other.
It did make them kind of happy though. It's short-lived because Mettaton is now right there next to them and trying to hurry them along, away from the other Mettaton. They straighten up nervously.
"o-okay... um.... i'm not very fast so if we're running i might slow you down..."
If Mettaton wants to go ahead and leave, Napstablook would understand. They feel even more useless in this corporeal body they didn't want. Almost in demonstration, Napstablook takes a few steps forward - they're still a little wobbly, but they're getting better at it. They'll try to keep up as best as they can.
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"You'll do fine, sweetheart. Don't you think I'd be sporting?! If that...strange other me is as much like me as it's trying to be, then his word is his bond."
Simple platitudes, of course. Pretty words to hide that he wished they could move faster, but his guilt wouldn't let him rush Napstablook; they hadn't ever wanted this kind of thing, after all. Corporeality. Walking must have been hard...
"I'm so glad you are here," he says, despite himself.
He has a pretty strong feeling that Blooky doesn't know him like this yet, but...well. One crisis at a time. Mettaton's not the guy who can handle a full load anymore, not that he'd ever admit that.
From the shadows, a whisper--it seems as if his other self is not going to leave them completely alone yet:
"Maybe you can do it right this time. But...I rather doubt that."
A laugh.
"Let me know when it's too heavy to bear."
Mettaton pointedly ignores the words, or at least tries to.
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It's a first.
There's a thudding in Napstablook's chest as Mettaton says that he's glad to see them. Stronger than the usual constant, unpleasant thudding in their chest.
"oh gee... i'm glad to hear it but i'm not anyone special... i'm sure you've already got a lot of fans here?"
Nope, they still have no idea what the connection is. Napstablook pauses for a moment to hear what's being whispered in the shadows, but it doesn't make any sense to them.
"i didn't think this was how i'd get to meet you in person though... haha..."
It's an awkward laugh.
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It makes him feel more cornered, and his core fickers as he attempts to keep himself together. He's going to have to do this.
"I don't know if I have fans here--probably not, I don't know this place. But you're my favorite fan, of that I am truly certain."
He smiles, even though it hurts.
"I have to say, I'm surprised to see you human though."
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Mettaton would've only known about their existence with that one phone call. They had an UnderNet account that they'd occasionally comment on one of his shows, but Napstablook didn't have any followers.
They weren't anyone's favorite fan, they weren't anyone's best friend, they were just...
Napstablook.
There's a nervous, uncertain chuckle. The confusion in their expression is easy to read.
"well i didn't really ask for it...
...
i'm sorry... i'm... not really sure how you know me? i don't remember mentioning my name before telling you just now...
i'm a big fan and all but i'm... not anyone's favorite fan."
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"No, you wouldn't understand. That is my fault. I'm so sorry, Blooky, but what I'm saying isn't a lie. Perhaps I ought to tell you my secret, then?"
He laughs humorlessly, backing away from Napstablook as he mutters to himself, "Well...again anyway, you knew this where I'm from. Too many shifts, too many timelines..."
His core flickers again, then the glow intensifies. Briefly, the robot smiles, before the glow leaves his core, and his SOUL phases through the transparent container, reforming slowly into the shape of someone that Napstablook would find familiar.
Or at least Mettaton hopes. After all, he used to be just...them.
"My secret is that I know you, because I could never forget you."
1/???
2/???
3/???
Their cousin.
Done
This whole time they were... when Napstablook thought they'd never seen them again...
"i-i don't-"
The words come out choked, as if Napstablook is trying to break their own stunned silence with something to say. It was like having a wound ripped up, and all those memories of sitting alone in their house with an empty spot on their couch comes flooding back.
Tears, naturally, follow after. They never thought their cousin was gone for good - none of their cousins that became corporeal were gone, but they'd always assumed their cousin had left for a better life.
One without them in it. Because, after all, the one who was holding them back was always...
A sob forces itself out of their throat.
"I don't understand."
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when the icon hurts just right
/smooshes them together
forever
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i was going to make this cute, but then...
sad undertales gonna sad
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WHO FOLLOWIN YOU
So it's a little disarming, see, to witness him dispatch one of the bugs that've been flooding the city, all with a brutal, brisk efficiency. No flash, no pomp, no circumstance.
Just a scarf that looks, uh -
Familiar.
The creatures here don't turn to dust when they're dead and gone. They simply lie there. And Sans watches, as he typically does, his hands in his pockets until the window presents itself.
And then he speaks.]
And the crowd goes wild.
DA BUGS! :C
[Mettaton visibly stiffens at the words. Haha. Well, he should have expected that at some point, he'd be expected to face the skeleton. And hey, he'd had months to burn off his anger towards Sans over how he'd decided it was cool to leave a note under his door. The door of a room Mettaton hadn't been able to visit since Papyrus had disappeared. Right?
Wrong.
The robot turns to the source of the cynicism--because it had to be cynicism wrapped in a shitty comedian's words, right? He had so many things to say, of course (why did you leave, how dare you run away, have you been alright, i don't care, leave me alone), but he doesn't utter a single one of those words. Instead...]
So this is where you've run off to, I see. Having fun, are we?
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None of his bombastic panache, along with a finely crushed layer of cold skepticism?
There's something here he's missing. In the absence of any immediate clues as to what it is he's missing - aside from the obvious, that is - he defaults to his typical carefree drawl.]
Wouldn't call it running off, exactly. [His shoulders hike up in an artless shrug.] More or less just ended up here.
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This was Sans. Undeniably so, that personality of his was both grating and familiar. Something that Mettaton missed, even though he'd often avoid saying anything sentimental in front of the other monster because God, he just did not take a compliment. He didn't even take the goddamn scarf when Mettaton had guiltily offered it up!
Still...with what he knows, maybe he shouldn't be so judgmental.
Hah. That's a laugh.]
...Sans, how did you end up here?
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[Wow. He, uh. Has nothing to say to that. Not often that a smartass like him gets rendered speechless, but there's also a pretty big difference between being stricken to the point of silence and being confused by what he's guessin' is a pretty hefty lack of context.
Maybe he's from...there's all manner of potential futures out there, yeah? Only, if he runs off that don't really imply he's gonna be heading on back anytime soon. Like a real great vacation. Only it's the Underground; where's he gonna vacation to?
Knowing him? Off to join an endless cycle of worthless garbage.
Something ain't right here.]
Same way as you, I'd figure.
[He speaks slow, steady, not lettin' onto any obvious confusion just yet.]
One second I'm Underground, next I'm here.
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[Mettaton's posture changes. Something that Sans said seems to have put him at ease. Truthfully, he's just kind of accepted that what happened is out of his control, and taking it out on someone who wasn't complicit except by existing wasn't fair. This particular Sans hadn't done him any wrong.]
You aren't the Sans I know. I truly apologize for imposing the mistakes of another onto you. That isn't very fair, is it?
[Hahaha. Mettaton. Sweetie. You do it to yourself all the time. Please.
He's also pretty certain that he shouldn't be implying knowledge of temporal anomalies to a guy who he had come to realize had that knowledge long before he could have even conceptualized how many Mettatons had existed at some point. Theoretically.
Science is bullshit. Time is bullshit.]
To clarify, I haven't seen the Underground in nearly a year. So I'm afraid our circumstances are different.
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All the Sans-es you could'a been. All the Frisks that could'a showed up, and all the Charas that could'a joined 'em.
There was a Mettaton, once. Can't say if he was the right one.]
Ah.
[He nods, as if that explains everything. Which it does, to an extent.]
That happens, yeah. People've ended up other places before showin' up here before.
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I'm fairly certain that you do not wish to know the details surrounding my situation--you never struck me as the sort.
[Nailed it.]
So perhaps I should lead with a relevant question, seeing as they are still milling around here like the vermin they are. What is with the insects? Arachnids? I'm not entirely certain what I just killed, to be quite honest.
[For a guy who didn't know what he'd killed, he sure didn't seem to care that he'd killed it in the first place. It was as if he had gone numb, just a little. He doesn't have to draw attention to it though. He knows who Sans is.
He knows that the skeleton can see it for himself if he looks. Or maybe he just thinks that, because he's seen it, once upon a time.
"you killed some people on purpose, didn't you?
that's probably bad.
though, maybe some of it was in self defense..."
Was it? He wonders that every single day.
Either way. Those words had never been for him. He's being selfish again, isn't he?]
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[Aside from the fact that he's up to his eyesockets in debt with Muffet and her ilk, but let's be real here - who in the Underground isn't? Money's a big contention 'round there with spiders, and he can be friends with all of 'em all he likes; same as Temmies, you never really wanna get into serious beef with spiders.
Thankfully, the ones down here ain't really sentient. He ain't fond of the "kill first and ask questions never" scenario that most people down here seem to favor, but he's also seen what happens when you don't fight back at all.
Papyrus saw what happened. And then he felt what happened too.
But, uh, hey, let's not think about that! He hitches a shoulder in a partial shrug and winks.]
Hey, now, let's not assume who wants to know what, yeah?
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[He apologizes. What?
Of course, Mettaton hardly recalls who he used to be anymore. Half the time he wonders who he is now, so he can't be expected to keep track of the weird shit he says.]
I can't say that I know what this place "has" against spiders, but I'd rather not deal with another. Is there some manner of safe haven?
[The further he can get away from a potential FIGHT, the better.]
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