03-21-2016, 02:00 PM
Mastema listen to Mettaton's short sentences. Mastema didn't feel too complexed that the transformation would work so easily. While his eyes close, he sees a bright color illuminate his inner eye lids and opens them to see a pink smoke. After thirty or so seconds the pink smoke dissipated, and reveals positive results for Mettaton. He was no longer just some calculator but a bipedal being. It wasn't shocking until the transformation gave off the feeling of woman. Mastema despised the new form and was also taken back at how "girly" it was. It is truly an abomination to God's intentions. Mettaton's voice seems like a masculine intention, but his new body screams of the opposite!
"So? What do you think?" Mettaton asks. Mastema flinches back, and presses his feet firmly on the ground. His face showing expresions of surprise and disgust. How could anyone think this is remotely acceptable? The Omniverse is probably full of corruptions and abominations just like that form. But Mettaton didn't seem to wait and surely assured himself of his feelings for his new body. He picks the path set before them to the west, where something shiny can be seen. Mastema begins to wonder if Mettaton idolizes shiny things, after all, he is shiny himself.
The path is now clear before them. So Mastema starts to lead the way, floating once more towards the destination. "This seems like a long venture for you. Hopefully, you aren't limited to human capabilities." Mastema looks back, smiling at Mettaton, and continues on the way. "So tell me your history.. this may take awhile." With a Goal, he can now finally think straight and for once, care about his new acquaintance. Care was an understatement, he was more intrigued than anything.
"So? What do you think?" Mettaton asks. Mastema flinches back, and presses his feet firmly on the ground. His face showing expresions of surprise and disgust. How could anyone think this is remotely acceptable? The Omniverse is probably full of corruptions and abominations just like that form. But Mettaton didn't seem to wait and surely assured himself of his feelings for his new body. He picks the path set before them to the west, where something shiny can be seen. Mastema begins to wonder if Mettaton idolizes shiny things, after all, he is shiny himself.
The path is now clear before them. So Mastema starts to lead the way, floating once more towards the destination. "This seems like a long venture for you. Hopefully, you aren't limited to human capabilities." Mastema looks back, smiling at Mettaton, and continues on the way. "So tell me your history.. this may take awhile." With a Goal, he can now finally think straight and for once, care about his new acquaintance. Care was an understatement, he was more intrigued than anything.
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