Monster!
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19 years old
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Feb 1, 2016 21:39:47 GMT -5
In just three years time, BP had experienced more on the surface than he ever had underground. Maybe a little too much. The time up here hadn't treated him well. He'd been a little naive, a little too full of hope as the barrier to the surface had been broken. There was a second chance for him right on a silver platter and he took it! But he bit off more than he could chew. Acting school was tough on him. Things cost a lot more up here; you had rent, food, loans, utilities, and luxuries to worry about. It was inevitable that the naive thing would run out of funds in no time at all. That's when he landed back in that rut; the only thing he knew how to do: fast food. And that's where he was now. Rotting away in some grease shack, doing the same old shit he'd been doing before. At least, that's where he was earlier that morning, before he threw his apron to the floor and quit. Now he was jobless, out of school, and late on his rent. All that crap was why he was standing here, outside the MTT office building.
The young monster took a long drag on his cigarette before snuffing it out on the concrete wall. His tired eyes wandered up the side of the building and came to rest on the overly flamboyant MTT sign. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It felt like he was crawling back on hands and knees. Would Mettaton even remember a nobody like him? It was hard to say, but he had nowhere else to turn. He took in a deep breath and ran fingers back through the shaggy fur atop his head that had grown out like a hairdo of sorts. After he'd psyched himself up, he made way through the doors and up to the front desk.
"'Scuse me, buddy... I'm here to speak with Mettaton." THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 1, 2016 21:51:52 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. True to Mettaton's unmistakable aesthetic, the building's interior was slick and gleaming, heavy with accents of gilt, glitter, and pink glass. At least this time, the contents of the lobby fountain weren't puddling across the floor. This particular office was relatively new -- Mettaton had started... well, never small, that wasn't in his nature-- but smaller. Between monsters eager to keep sight of something familiar in a strange new world, however, and humans fascinated by his novel quality, his fame had grown faster than even he had ever anticipated, soon sprawling far beyond the comparatively-meager amount of sway he'd held in the underground.
Enraptured by the human concept of celebrity culture, the android had thrown himself headlong at the Hollywood lights just as soon as he'd surfaced (After all, adaptability was a must for any successful artist), and the rewards had been rich. Albums, tours, a handful of movies and plans for more, awards won along the way, an amusement park in the works... MTT-Corporate's product line was ever-expanding.
Napstablook had been at his side for the entirety of the rise, of course, alongside Shyren. Old employees-- generally the loyal and most familiar-- had chosen to remain with him and made the transition as well. He'd kept track of so many of them, in fact, that it came as nothing short of a surprise to be pinged by the front desk with a report of an arrival without an appointment, someone who was apparently sure that they'd be a familiar face. Double-clicking the icon for the security feed on his desktop monitor, Mettaton took in the sight, his amusement apparent until his single pink lens fixed on the top of the tawny-furred feline head. Lacquered lips immediately pursed.
Downstairs, behind the reception desk, the intercom buzzed -- the voice on the other end of the line was no doubt familiar, a sibilant, synthetic purr.
"... Send him up, darling."
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Monster!
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19 years old
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Feb 1, 2016 21:58:47 GMT -5
BP's heart felt ready to pop when he heard the familiar voice over the intercom. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd merely be sent away without the chance to even speak with Mettaton. After all, the robot had made it big up here. You didn't just get an appointment to see Mettaton. He had to want to see you. He tugged at the collar of his shirt slightly as he gave a little smile and wave to the receptionist. Okay now he needed to figure out what he was going to say. He had approximately 2 minutes to do so.
BP wandered over to the elevator, being instructed by the receptionist to take it to the top floor. He stepped inside and, after pressing the appropriate button, it whisked him up and up. Okay, BP, you need to word this so it doesn't sound like you're desperate. After all, you were the one to quit and run off without notice. Do you really think he'll just let you come back? The feline rehearsed scenarios in his head until the dinging of the elevator reaching its destination snapped him back to reality. The elevator opened into a long hallway, a set of elaborate pink doors sitting ominously at the end. He wandered towards them, maybe taking a little longer than he needed before knocking on the doors and waiting for the response. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 1, 2016 22:11:01 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. The office beyond the double doors was imposing. One wall had been claimed completely by depictions of Mettaton's exploits, hung in heavy gilt frames -- the row began with a reprint of his very first poster and ranged right to more recent endeavors. A shiny silver disc hung opposite, above a shelf of strangely-shaped glass blocks and shiny stars. A massive desk made of pink-stained pinewood trimmed in gold and backed by sprawling windows dominated the far side of the room.
Behind it, ignoring a pile of paperwork in favor of painting his nails to match his pinstripes (Human fashion, he'd found, was fantastic. While he would never do away with the armor entirely-- it'd become iconic, after all-- he'd grown fond of a well-cut suit on office days), sat the automaton himself, beaming.
"Good morning, gorgeous! You're in luck, you know! I'm not always here, and when I am... well, we book appointments on a very selective basis. Coffee? I'm told it's cold down there." Blowing on his nails with a faintly hydraulic-sounding hiss, Mettaton twisted the lid back onto the bottle of varnish and dropped it into a desk drawer. "... Now, I'm sure you know how valuable my time is. Have a seat. Why don't you get right to the point and tell me what brings you all the way up here? I'm sure you didn't just miss me!" His visible eye, framed by a pair of blocky pink glasses (Purely cosmetic), shone with curiosity.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Monster!
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Male
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19 years old
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Feb 1, 2016 22:47:12 GMT -5
There Mettaton was, looking as stylish as ever. Looking like he was ready for paparazzi to pop out from behind a curtain at any moment and take his photo. And there BP was, wearing a pair of jeans, and an unkempt hoodie. He paled in comparison and frankly, he knew he was a literal bum at the moment. BP reached up to scratch the back of his neck a little, the anxiety creeping its way up his spine. He gazed down at the comfortable looking chair that sat across from Mettaton's desk, and at the offer, carefully sat down in it.
"Hey bo-- Mettaton. I'm glad ya remember me! Er.. Sorry to show up unannounced and outta nowhere like this." BP kept his gaze fixed on something other than Mettaton. At the moment, the pile of untouched paperwork was the most interesting thing in the world to him. He kept his eyes glued on it. "I was just wonderin'..." Okay, out with it, BP, don't waste the man's time! The longer you take, the more painful this bandaid is to pull off! "Are you hirin' for any positions currently? Anything? Even like, dishwashers or janitors?" THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 1, 2016 22:54:55 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. "Of course I do!" After all, how do you forget the worst employee ever? Fanged smile gleaming, Mettaton swiveled in his high-backed, tufted desk chair and resolutely continued to scrutinize the feline monster in spite of the deliberate, desperate lack of eye contact. He really hadn't gotten anywhere, had he? Slowly, a sleek brow rose as a sneaking suspicion crept, unevaluated, to the forefront of his mind, only strengthening as his ex-employee continued to falter. Resting his chin in a hand, the automaton blinked once, patiently waiting for...
Well, not that.
Even if he'd had a hunch, hearing it himself was something else entirely. A surprised, sudden laugh bubbled up past the android's lips, unbidden and quickly stifled-- plucking off his pink glasses, he promptly leaned across the wide desktop that spanned the distance between them, lashes scrunching down over his single visible eye. "... Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I can't possibly have heard you correctly. Did you just imply... that you want... to work for me again?"
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Monster!
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19 years old
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Feb 1, 2016 23:39:09 GMT -5
Oh man... Every part of him wanted to just curl up and disappear. He could feel Mettaton's gaze searing his flesh. He was so uncomfortable in the situation, the fur on his tail poofed, causing it to be twice the size it normally was. He shifted in the seat and continued to intently gaze at those papers that sat so neatly on the polished desk.
"It's correct." BP spoke finally, voice cracking a little from nervousness and sheer embarrassment. This was the low of the low. He'd rehearsed this conversation in his head a million times over, hoping to god that somehow, someway, it would work out without him feeling two inches tall. It wasn't going that way at all. "I'm.. going through some financial troubles. Aaaand.. With all the nasty stuff that's been going on in the news with monsters lately, I'm sure you know the details, I'm just havin' a hard time keeping a job." THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 1, 2016 23:57:24 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. His long lashes flicked down just a bit further as he continued to closely examine the ruffled cat monster. "Now, don't get me wrong, sweetheart. I'm not holding a grudge over a few flattened Glamburgers. It's been three years. I'm not petty. But..." Stiletto heels sinking into the plush carpet, Mettaton suddenly rose from his chair and skirted the desk, stepping directly over the other's knees to seat himself on its front edge with his long legs primly crossed. "... --Actually, why don't I tell you a story?"
Fanged smile flashing, the automaton paused, glossy lips pursed in thought. "Why don't you imagine... that a monster came to me looking for a job? Maybe I didn't hire them for as glamorous a role as they would have wanted-- it was food service, to be specific, so... fair enough. They were only starting out, though. I didn't force them to take the position. They weren't in any danger, and I'm sure I never asked for anything impossible. What happens, though? They steal product. They smoke in the store. They scare the customers."
His brows raised pointedly. "I keep them on the payroll anyway. And yet..." Hands spreading helplessly, the android widened his grin. "Apparently I'm a fire-breathing dragon, darling! I'm a slave driver! A heartless tyrant! Oh, it's only said behind my back, of course-- but to anyone who'll listen, including the customers." His expression was surprisingly mild, no malice in his tone.
"... Can you understand why I might... feel the need to question your intent? Maybe?"
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Monster!
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19 years old
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Feb 2, 2016 0:12:55 GMT -5
BP watched as Mettaton rose from his seat. Just like he remembered, always moving with that flamboyant grace. His ears flattened atop his unkempt head as he listened to the other speak, daring not to interrupt what he had to say. The words were like daggers, jabbing into his sides. What could he say? He had a feeling this meeting would not go as planned. But then again, somewhere down inside, he felt like he always knew this would be the outcome.
"Okay, okay... Yeah. I know I wasn't the greatest employee." BP sighed a long sigh. He STILL wasn't, actually. After all, he'd JUST quit another job in the same manner; simply walking out the door. He just hated being taken advantage of.
"I did some questionable things at the time. I was pretty young and immature I guess? I always sort of held onto this grudge that I knew I had more potential and there never seemed to be promotions or opportunities to anything else." He had to pause for a moment to try and figure a way to articulate the rest of his train of thought. "My intent is not to take advantage of you or your brand. I just want a chance at something. I've been strugglin' since day one to be a somebody but I never get a break. I mean... _I don't expect you of all people to understand that sort of struggle..._" The last part he spoke under his breath, in a jabbing tone of voice. Part of him was always envious of Mettaton. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Glamourbot!
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Feb 2, 2016 0:25:14 GMT -5
stage lights are blaring. "Well, that's because you were absolutely terrible. No initiative whatsoever. Zero effort. You can hardly expect a promotion when you've been mismanaging something as simple as a deep fryer, darling." Adjusting his tie pin with the rolling press of a thumb, the android rose and returned to his high-backed chair, hands imperiously coming to rest on the arms. Slowly, his fanged smile thinned. "... Besides, you never attempted to address that at all. Not with me."
His expression didn't falter when the other made his jab, but the pink neon of his eye shifted a shade or two. Oh, no, he did understand. Not that he was about to share the story. "---I wasn't handed any of this, you know." The body, maybe-- and he was indebted to Alphys for that much, he had never denied it. Everything else? The doing had been his own. "---I earned it. Celebrity status? What was that, before I came along?"
... Yes, he'd earned it, that much was true. He'd done it all himself, clawed his way out of that muddy little snail farm-- but would he ever have had the chance to, without the scientist's well-meaning offer?
After a moment of painstaking, thoughtful scrutiny, Mettaton pulled a pink cell phone out of his desk drawer and began tapping away with a stylus, entering a password, then setting about sifting through various pages, as indicated by his rapid side-to-side swiping. "... You'd need to visit an Emporium in person. Find one that's hiring. I don't manage them directly anymore. We have almost a hundred locations now. If you do that much... I could give them a call."
Placing the phone on the desktop with a soft, plasticky tap, he fixed his gaze on the cat monster. "But that's not really what you want, is it?" A short beat of silence followed. "What do you want?"
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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