[So. Here they are. Both of them are stuck in place, unable to move, but fairly lucid. Mettaton is anyway. It infuriates him with each passing moment how little he can affect anything around him. His body is like a leaden weight with no life to it, and he's perfectly clear on why that is.
Dying's a bitch.
Dying alone, though...he doesn't have to worry about that. Chara's here, and for the moment, they are the only one here. He's not a fan. And yet...considering their last conversation did not go too terribly, he's willing to take a chance and strike up a new one.]
Traveling places rarely leads to any good for us, does it?
[A poor excuse for salutations, but Mettaton doesn't sleep, and Chara hadn't moved. No greetings needed, right?]
At some point where neither of these jackasses can move
Dying's a bitch.
Dying alone, though...he doesn't have to worry about that. Chara's here, and for the moment, they are the only one here. He's not a fan. And yet...considering their last conversation did not go too terribly, he's willing to take a chance and strike up a new one.]
Traveling places rarely leads to any good for us, does it?
[A poor excuse for salutations, but Mettaton doesn't sleep, and Chara hadn't moved. No greetings needed, right?]