The New Order

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Thankfully for Mastema, Mettaton was too preoccupied with his own gloating to notice his comment regarding the color pink. If he hadn't been, one could be assured there would be hell to pay. Pink had ALWAYS been Mettaton's favorite color, regardless of the form he was in or even his obsession with trashy human pop stars. Though ghosts had little concept of the gender binary at all, let alone gendered colors or anything. But he digressed. To long, didn't read, Mettaton didn't particularly care what people thought, he still loved pink.

The angel seemed to be mostly ignoring him and only partially paying attention. Wow. Rude. Mettaton had half a mind to tell the angel what's what, and what people who didn't like him or insulted him to his face tended to end up doing. (the answer was a choice of "suffering" and "being assassinated", to those curious.) However, he decided to can it for now, on the pretenses of maybe this angel was just a poor, uneducated fellow who knew nothing of his beauty and glamour. He could be nice, sometimes. After all, he needed to keep up his image, and killing in cold blood certainly defied that image. He left that to the hired help.

After a moment, the angel seemed to pick up on what Mettaton was asking of him and introduce himself. Mastema. That was... an okay name, he supposed. Well, at least he had said he was 'pleased', though personally, Mettaton would have chosen a far better description of himself than 'interesting'. Perhaps 'sexy', or 'gorgeous', or, to fit with Mastema's vernacular, 'handsome' or 'radiant'. He could allow some wiggle room for those not completely up to date with the trends, as long as it was still a compliment regarding his beauty.

But before the rectangle could finish that thought, Mastema had moved on to a new subject. Pity. Well, at least he seemed open to the idea of the two of them travelling together, which was wonderful. "Fabulous! I completely agree. I think that safety in numbers is an excellent concept in this situation. After all, you never know," Mettaton made a gesture as if he was biting his non-existent nails with his non-existent mouth, to imitate a human being scared, "there could be some horrific creatures out there that want to kill us for whatever horrible reason." Mettaton's mind settled on an image of a certain human, but he didn't say that to Mastema. He had a feeling the angel had no underlying fear or hatred of humans. Not that Mettaton had one either, but still.

Then Mastema decided to make a snide remark on the, like, one thing Mettaton had always been sensitive about- not having legs. 'First of all, how dare you,' Mettaton thought to himself. 'Second of all, how dare you, and third of all, how dare you!' He was basically internally screaming at this point. But no, he had to keep his cool. Sure, stars often lost their temper and let loose in outbursts, but those were never a good thing for popularity- ESPECIALLY not the violent kind. And sobbing uncontrollably out of character likely wouldn't do anything to convince this angel that he was dead wrong. Mettaton needed something concrete. Something real.

Well, if he could have anything he wanted in this world, why not a human form? He had always dreamed of one of those.

"Certainly. I'll pick in a moment." Mettaton replied, keeping his cool. "But do you mind if I try something first? I'm curious as to the nature of this... Omnilium thing that we have been given." Certainly that was phrased in a way that Mastema would let him do it. He, too, had to be at least the littlest bit interested in the new world he had been thrown into. After all, learning about it was their only hope of surviving here.