The New Order

[PepsiYuuka]

Mettaton smiled idly at Mastema. He had some sense that the angel was rather disgusted in him. Well, that was his problem- once Mettaton found someone he knew, he could ditch the angel anyway. With a small huff, he flipped a bit of his hair out of his working eye. This angel was a real pain, for an angel. The robot had expected something more... godly. And all loving, all that. Well, he supposed even Angels had personalities. And therein came the possibility of a badly tempered one, like this Mastema fellow.

"Well, I can assure you I'm faster on legs than on my wheel, at least." He replied to the angel when he commented on being like a human in capabilities. Mettaton had little point of reference as to how fast humans were supposed to be. Sure, he had seen them walk, but never really sprint or do sporty things. Those weren't the kind of shows he liked watching anyway. Maybe Undyne would watch them, but that wasn't what the general populace of the underground was interested in seeing. So he had little reason to educate himself on it anyway, in that case. If they wanted to see Mettaton as he was, that was what they were going to get.

He started walking towards the door they had selected "together", as in Mettaton had picked it and not given a single fuck about what Mastema said. His heels clicked against the ground a bit as he walked, which he decided was a thing that he liked. Then the angel decided to ask about something curious- his history. Well, he supposed he could enlighten this poor lost soul about his life in the underground. That would be the noble, kind thing to do, right? Especially if he was asking.

"Weeeeeeellllll," He drew out the word in a fashion that a teenage girl being asked what she wanted at the store would. "I'm from the underground, as you may have guessed. And I'm the idol of monsters everywhere!" That wasn't really history, that was more a prerequisite to knowing him. "To get to the point, I was built by Dr. Alphys, and I've been running shows ever since! Of course, I've always been popular as well. I even have a fanclub!" The robot stated, proudly. It wasn't the biggest fanclub in the world, but it WAS a fanclub. People loved him. He was ready to say more, but his memory got a little... fuzzy from there on. Strange. He didn't want to hesitate when talking about himself, though, so he tried his best to relay his memory. "And then... Something happened. But I don't want to burden you with anything bad, when it comes to thinking about me. That would just be terrible, associating bad things with my face." Mettaton winked again, cradling his face in his hands. It was a beautiful face, in his opinion. So it would really be a shame if Mastema ended up feeling sorry for him, or disliking him.

Though, at this point, Mettaton paused. Best to at least let Mastema get a word in, so that he wouldn't feel too bad. "What about you? I haven't heard anything about where you're from, either." He was trying to be friendly. Was this how people did that? Interacting with people that were his peers wasn't a thing Mettaton did too terribly often- he was too used to being a boss, and a star. This whole being on the same level as everyone else wasn't his thing. He would remember to fix that the first chance he got around here.

Hopefully there would be more people than this ingratiate angel through that door they were off to.