Mettaton flew down, maneuvering carefully, to avoid the sides and actually land without a dent, which he managed to do, he offloaded his passsengers, looking around quietly.
[color=ed1c24]"WHAT A FILMING SPOT! I'LL HAVE TO GET THIS!"[/color] He pulled a camera from... somewhere, and bagan to record, rolling forwards slowly.

He entered a room, and jumped back upon seeing the scene. A two headed monster, torturing a froggit, and they had his friend! How unpleasing, this wouldn't sit well with viewers.
[color=ed1c24]"HELLO THERE, I THINK YOU DON'T REALIZE, BUT I AM METTATON, YES, I KNOEW YOU WANT MY AUTOGRAPH, BUT HOW ABOUT YOU STOP THIS MADNESS IMMEDIATELY! OR I WILL BE FORCED TO REMOVE YOU FROM THE FILMING AREA!"[/color] He crossed his arms, tapping a finger on his metallic arm.

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As the land shook, Asgore's eyes opened, his yellow beard blowing back into his face. His face tightened, and he pulled out his trident, shooting it out from his cape.
[color=0054a6]"Whoever you are, I'd advise that you stop where you are and identify yourself."[/color] he said calmly, crouching into a defensive posture, pointing the spear in the direction of the disturbance. He knew that someone had to have done that, the land didn't just shift without a reason... right?

[color=0054a6]"Everyone! On your toes, I don't like this."[/color] He called out, his face turning into a grimace, wondering what would happen next.