The New Order

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Mettaton clapped his hands together as Mastema seemed to come to the same conclusion as he did. While the robot still doubted the two of them would get along flawlessly, this was still a chance. And even if it didn't turn out well, he could just ditch the angel and go about finding his way on his own. Though he still questioned this angel's fashion sense, especially the fact that he seemed to be adamantly defending it. Though not aloud, Mettaton could tell the guy seemed peeved regarding Mettaton's comments about it.

Well, he couldn't expect everyone else he met to be quite as perfect as he was.

After some thought, the angel decided to go with him. Good. He needed all the help he could get in a strange world like this. However, the question about which other thing to go to was... not something Mettaton was entirely sure of the answer to. "I don't know. They are quite far away from here, and it certainly would be a waste to go to the wrong one." At least, they seemed far away. Mettaton couldn't quite tell. That or they were just very small, but Mettaton was leaning towards far away at this point. Nothing about his dreams was allowed to be small ever.

"They sure don't make it easy on you, for a world that's supposed to have everything I could ever want." The robot mentioned offhandedly. "None of them seem to be pink and glittery, nor made of solid gold. Had one of them been like that, It would have been much easier to decide on." Mettaton didn't make his dreams terribly secret. One supposed the fact that he had earlier quite literally insisted upon the fact he was famous was a pretty obvious statement of his priorities, anyhow. Under his breath, he mumbled something along the lines of "I wonder which one has the greatest chance of having a decent shirt for him. I can't be seen like this, walking around with him in that weird hood."

It was at this point Mettaton realized he had never introduced himself. "Oh, yes! How rude of me. As you seem to be woefully ignorant of my fame and beauty, I suppose I should properly introduce myself." The robot pressed one hand below his screen and left one palm-up in the air, tilting back as if reading some sort of proclamation. "I am Mettaton. The underground's finest, as you may have guessed." He lets his arms go slack again, returning to a more neutral pose. "And yourself?" He offered to the angel. If they were to be working together, the two of them should be at least acquainted.