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TDM #12 - Give 'em Pumpkin to Talk About [FIRST EDITION]
Pumpkin Hollow Gazette
9/18/25 | TDM #12 - Give 'em Pumpkin to Talk About [First Edition]
Fall Pokémon Types - Ghost, Dark, Flying, Electric, Poison
WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW
By Yorick Aberdeen
The crop for which the town is named.
Ahh, Autumn! The time of year when Pumpkin Hollow is at its most vibrant and beautiful. If this is your first day on Marrow Isle, then you’ve arrived at the perfect time!
Due to some unexpected weather difficulties, our harvest this year will be somewhat leaner than other years, but not to worry! Our local earth mages, druids, and garden witches have it under control! Now that the skies are under Mother Celestine’s jurisdiction once more, there will be plenty of food to enjoy over PumpkinFest--- which will run in Downtown Hollow for the entire season this year! Please grab yourself a festival schedule from Town Hall, the Oak & Iron, or the newsstand outside Pinhole Printing and Binding for more information about this season’s most treasured festivities celebrating the export which gave this town its name.
We invite you, as with all those who came before you, to enjoy your stay at the Oak & Iron tavern inn while you settle in. (Or the Autumn Leaves Dormitory House, for the newly arrived youngsters.) Please stop by Town Hall to discuss opportunities for work and more permanent housing! All newcomers get 100 Brass in their pocket upon arrival as well, so we encourage you to take advantage of this as well. Reach out to your neighbors for help if you need it, and don’t forget to pick up your copy of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette whenever you need the local news!
A final side note before we get into seasonal updates --- the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette wishes to proudly welcome Mettaton to our writing staff! We hope that you enjoy his first contributions to our paper. Additionally, we wish to congratulate Melanie King and Phil Connors for their Outstanding Press Award, presented to them by Town Hall after the weather disaster that occurred in August. They deserve it! The remaining two writers, Yorick Aberdeen and Timothy Stoker, could not be more proud of our incredible colleagues.
Now, on to the news! Happy Fall, Pumpkin Hollow!
AUTUMN WEATHER REPORT
By Phil Connors
The views around Leeds Estate are gorgeous this time of year!
It's time for a change, folks, and you'll be happy to know that this one's a lot more gradual than last month! Summer's on her way out and it's Autumn's turn to move in. Start putting out your jackets and add a layer to your blankets. Early in the season we'll start seeing a rise in brisk, windy days, and more frequent light rains, but a lot less thunderstorms. As the season goes on the temperatures will keep dropping and we'll even start to see some morning mist, and even later, morning frost. It's a beautiful sight; just don't use it to decorate your cakes.
Not everyone is going to be all prepped for the weather, however. Clean-up from the last month's mayhem is still ongoing, and there's plenty to do. The farms need help cleaning up their fields and tending their animals, deliveries need to be made, and just about everyone needs repairs to their house and a brand new wardrobe. Check in at Town Hall--or just on your neighbors--for some guidance on where to get started.
A NAME SO NICE, YOU SAY IT THRICE (ACTUALLY, PLEASE DON'T)
By Timothy Stoker
As part of a recent string of incidents involving what appear to be beloved seasonal intellectual properties in some worlds, we’ve got some unexpected visitors out in Fall’s Promise Cemetery! A number of remarkably-tangible interdimensional dead (well, deader than us, anyway) have set up a wonderfully weird oddities fair on the cemetery grounds, where they appear to be trapped. The fair includes unusual scientific specimens, darkly unique art pieces, allegedly cursed objects, fortune telling, and chilling performances by talented spectral visitors. It serves as a properly spooky complement to the activities of Pumpkinfest.
However, fair-goers should be warned that there is a scam artist among the crowd. Reports of an individual persuading live residents to speak his name three times in a row have been flooding the constabulary, indicating that this unusual incantation allows this particular ghost to escape the cemetery. From there, he will drag his generous benefactor and potentially several other people along for his nonsense, which allegedly may include (but is not limited to) petty crime, destructive party behavior, wingmanning for unwelcome flirting, and somewhat sub-par stand-up comedy routines. The perpetrator, who constables have dubbed “BJ” so as not to accidentally unleash him by saying his full name, should be avoided at all costs. Unless the above sounds like a fun way to spend a Friday night. The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette would never deliberately encourage unhealthy or illegal behavior, but we are also not your mother. Who are we to tell you how to live your life?
All that said, though, the Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety and the Department of Supernatural Affairs both have a great deal of concern regarding what this outbreak of fourth-wall-breaking dimension-hoppers could mean. “BJ” is not the only such example we’ve seen around--- offworld residents originating from more modern time periods have recognized at least a half-dozen iconic characters from Halloween classics just traipsing around the island. Port Authority has stated they have no record of any of these individuals arriving by ferry--- so where are they coming from? It seems only time will tell. We can only hope that this situation will not continue to escalate. But it probably will, knowing this place.
INEXPLICABLE HAUNTED HOUSE COMMITS PETTY CRIME
By Melanie King
Signs have already been placed on the lawn to dissuade entry.
If you've seen a new house on your street that wasn't there the last time you looked, don't worry, you're not going crazy—at least, not for that reason. All across town, from Downtown to Northwest Hollow and even as far as the Bluffs, a mysterious, rickety old house has been appearing in places it has no right to be and stealing objects it has no right to steal. Any stray belonging that crosses its boundary line is forfeit. Hats, balls, kites, stray shoes—if you can drop it, it'll be gone the second you so much as blink, leaving no trace except the slam of the shutting door.
Attempting to retrieve these items is not advised. Reports suggest that the house itself is alive and dangerous, its very structure and fittings possessed by some sort of spirit or energy that animates the building, attempting to trap and kill those who dare to step onto its porch. So maybe consider whether getting back that hat is really worth the risk—and, well, if you decide you really can't live without it, who am I to stop you? Just do us a favour and report back what you see on the inside if you chance it.
WARNING TO PROSPECTIVE FORESTERS: DON'T LOOK UP!
By Yorick Aberdeen
Best not.
As the leaves change colors in our own Lockwood Forest, many of our townsfolk may be inclined to take a trek into the woods for a myriad of reasons: mushroom-hunting, fruit-picking, or even just lovely strolls through the freshly-fallen leaves. However, Town Hall urges residents to take extreme caution with their ventures into Lockwood Forest, due to an unseen threat that prowls through the thickets.
Our reporters have only been given scarce information about the findings in the woods, but so far, we have come to understand that something in the forest is that something is hunting those who are alone and disorienting groups into separating through hallucinations and "flashbacks." Bodies of those captured are hoisted into the trees, in such a way that seems to hope to be discovered by some poor passerby. Those who have returned to tell the tale struggle to describe what killed them, but have said that they recall it being quite large, bearing hooves, strange hands, and massive antlers. (Ms. Leeds was approached for comment, and gladly quelled any rumors of potential involvement.)
Most troubling yet is that bodies are discovered in their passing moments, but sometimes well after death. Experts at Town Hall urge anyone who has the feeling of being watched to leave the forests as quickly as possible. If you or a loved one has seen something similar to what we've described, please alert the constabulary to submit a report of any sightings while the solving of this mystery is underway.
APPLES, PUMPKINS, AND POTLUCKS - OH MY!
By Mettaton
Doesn't get much better than this!
It's the most wonderful time of year, darling readers! (Or so we've been told.) The smell of fall is in the air, the leaves are turning, and the nights are coming along more quickly but that doesn't mean we need to stop celebrating and having fun!
Among the many activities at the Pumpkin Festival, you can partake in Apple and Pumpkin Picking at the local orchard and pumpkin patch! Pick your fruit — which come in all sorts of fun shapes and sizes — and show us what you make!
Which brings us to the most important part of gathering all of those pumpkins and apples! A Community Potluck! Bring by your dishes and your recipes to share and swap with everyone!
GIANT WATERMELON REMOVED FROM TOWN SQUARE BY FLASH FLOODING
By Timothy Stoker
Welp. There it goes.
Coming to you just a bit late after the weather kerfuffle back in August--- the giant watermelon, which seemed to never rot and replenish itself overnight, that had been taking up a substantial amount of space in town square throughout the summer has at last been removed. As much as this reporter hoped to see it defeated by us banding together and eating the blasted thing once and for all, it seems this fate is not to be.
During the flash flooding which occurred toward the end of August, fast-moving waters rolled the building-sized watermelon down the streets of town, causing incredibly sticky property damage and scattering stray fruit everywhere. It then tumbled down to the beach, where it drifted out to sea. There it remains, floating aimlessly in the water surrounding the island where it is enjoyed by seagulls as a social gathering space. No one has been able to figure out what to do about it, so for the time being, it will serve as a humorous welcome wagon for any incoming residents. If anyone has thoughts on what can be done about Watermelon Island, please contact Mayor Poe's office with tips.
Thank you for reading!
Pumpkinfest!
Pumpkin Hollow’s premiere holiday! In celebration of the harvest of the crop that gave this town its name, this seasonal fair technically is only supposed to take place in October, but whatever, time is soup and fairs are fun! Here are all the activities available for the month(s):- Pumpkin Carving - Carve a Jack-o-Lantern outside Greymare Library, then place your work of veggie art along the library steps, or take it home! Maybe you and your neighbor can discuss designs.
- Wood Cutting Contests - Test your strength, speed, and skill in this race to chop up a stump faster than your opponent. The only prize is bragging rights and a fun little ribbon, but the firewood is donated to a family in need!
- Local Music - Dance the night away to local favorites and offworld acts alike, or volunteer to play for the crowd yourself. Additionally, mixed in with the other acts is yet another group of interdimensional visitors who didn’t show up by Ferry. Sometimes, towards the end of the night, you may find that the Sanderson Sisters take the stage to put a spell on you--- will you overcome the bewitching boogie, or dance ‘till you die? Employ teamwork, clever tricks, and dice rolls to decide. There’s no specific value to hit with dice rolls, so you can just use your best judgement and do whatever is fun.
- Smiling Jack’s Haunted Comedy Club - Those who have been around for a while may recall Smiling Jack, the subject of a Pumpkin Hollow legend who became a tangible menace two Halloweens ago. He has since been reduced to bottled pumpkin guts with a talking Jack-o-Lantern face, but has somehow managed to open a comedy club. Grab a hard apple cider and enjoy the macabre and hilarious comedy stylings of Smiling Jack himself, as well as a few other interdimensional visitors such as Elvira, Svengoolie, Wolfman Mac, and the like! Or volunteer to tell a few jokes, yourself. This particular crowd likes their humor a little dark. ‘Tis the season! (Also, if you’re interested in the context behind Smiling Jack, check out our first Halloween meme for Dahlia’s rendition of his origin story, located in Further Details under “Ghost Stories.” Mind the content warnings!)
- Food and Drinks - Of course, what festival is complete without street food? Roasted corn on the cob, caramel apples, pumpkin kebabs, and more will be available! Feel free to consider this part of your grocery budget or food vouchers, meaning there’s no in-game currency cost for enjoying the food. There’s also plenty of drinks to enjoy---- beer, wine, cider (alcoholic and non-alcoholic), hot cocoa, and a Marrow Isle recreation of the famous pumpkin spice latte!
- And more! - Feel free to just come up with other fairgrounds activities. Just make sure they stay setting-appropriate!
Rebuilding Efforts
The major plot event from August caused a great deal of property damage around Pumpkin Hollow. Tornados, flood water, and extreme temperatures hit rapid fire, and many homes, businesses, and municipal buildings were impacted, as well as crops from farms. It’s all hands on deck to try and get things patched up before the next thing that goes spooky and terribly wrong in Pumpkin Hollow--- the town needs your help!Extant players are welcome to create toplevels directing helpful characters to their damaged homes, but there are also plenty of public spaces and NPC homes to help out with. Your help means a lot!
Also, we like to present new arrivals with opportunities to make a little extra pocket change to get them started. For the months that this TDM runs (September, October, and November) any new character that participates in a rebuild thread during the month they apply can get an extra 300 Brass when they turn in their first AC, provided the thread reaches bonus length as described on our Activity Check rules. This is only applicable for the AC taking place in the same month one apps in, can be applied to new characters apped in by extant players, and threads can occur between two new characters or one new character and one extant character. (The extant character does not earn the bonus.) This bonus can only be used once.
Example, for clarity: you TDM a new character in September and reach a thread length of 10 comments by the end of the month, then you app in said character by the end of September. When you go to turn in September AC, which will be that character's first, notate that you are eligible to claim an extra 300B on your AC post. You may not claim this bonus for the same character in October or November. You may not claim this bonus if you app in a later month, unless you achieve 10 tags specifically in the month in which you apped. You may not claim this bonus on a character that was already a game member, as this bonus is specifically an incentive for new characters. Please ask in the threads below if you have questions!
BJ and Associates
In Fall’s Promise Cemetery, whose entrance is located on the path down toward the beach from town, one will find the colorful dead from the iconic “waiting room scene” from Beetlejuice hosting an oddities fair! For those unfamiliar, oddities fairs are sort of a modern (and more tasteful) “freak circus”. They showcase unusual taxidermy and other unorthodox works of art, medical curiosities, unusual antiques and curios, jewelry and other items made of teeth and bone, extreme body modification, and performances of uncommon talents such as contortion, fire-eating, sword swallowing, or other circus arts. They’re a lot of fun, but not for the faint of heart, especially when hosted by visibly dead and mangled people! Be generous with content warnings! Attendees will walk away with a free copy of the Handbook for the Recently Deceased as a souvenir.Additionally, the titular Ghost with the Most from the aforementioned Halloween classic is our scam artist. As mentioned, he will be attempting to get people to say his name three times in a row, which will allow him to escape the cemetery and live it up for the next 6 hours--- and you’re tied to him, so you have to go along! Drag your friends into it, get busted getting up to no good, wingman for BJ or have him wingman for you (badly). Eat, drink, and be scary!
Beetlejuice himself is a prop NPC, meaning that his actual interaction with the thread can be handwaved or written by one or both players in a given thread. Players with Beetlejuice journals should feel free to play him if they’d like--- even if there’s already another one kicking around. Multiple versions (film, cartoon, musical) are all fine. It’s just for fun, after all! Happy Halloween!
Haunted House
An unfamiliar house has popped up in Pumpkin Hollow! Perhaps it seems familiar--- this is another visitor from a Halloween favorite!Per the film, the Monster House is possessed by an angry human spirit who is not particularly fond of anyone, but especially not children. The spirit can manipulate the house itself, the surrounding trees, and the lawn as if they were its own body, with the door functioning as a mouth, the main hall as a throat, and the furnace as a heart. It will make attempts to lure in unwitting humans to devour them by stealing their things.
Those consumed by the Monster House, interestingly, do not die--- at least, not right away. They will be held in the basement. When the house is asleep (and it does indeed sleep), you may be able to explore a bit more if you’re careful and quiet. And of course, if you get desperate, there is always the hanging lamp in the front hall --- just make sure to note content warnings for emetophobia!
Additionally, the house is quite lonely without its original tenant, who was very dear to it. Perhaps some friendly and patient folks can give this restless spirit some closure and company, and console it about its dramatic canon end. Who knows? Maybe by the end of this TDM’s run, the house will be a source of harmless mischief rather than genuine terror. Just don’t vandalize it!
Creature in the Woods
[CW: gore, cults, unreality, hypnosis, mind control. Also, googling the monster will result in images featuring body horror and headlessness.]
Last on our lineup of visitors from spooky modern IPs is Moder, the jötunn hiding a cult in the woods of Northern Sweden in the film “The Ritual.”For those who have not seen the film, but plan to, the spoiler-free version of what you need to know is this: the creature in the woods is massive, and old, and shockingly stealthy for its size. It cannot leave the woods, but while you are in its domain, it only wants two things from you--- despair and blood. Moder can access your memories, especially traumatic ones, and can cause hallucinations where these memories haunt you and cause you to act in ways that are out of touch with reality and difficult for those around you to understand. Then, when you are feeling your lowest, it will mangle your body and use it to decorate the trees of Lockwood Forest. Why do the bodies stay, you might ask? Aren’t they meant to disappear? The answer is yes, they do disappear.
But only if they aren’t being watched.
For those familiar (or who simply don’t mind the spoilers), a refresher course.
Moder loves to be worshipped. To its previous cult members, it was seen as a loving god who could offer eternal life and protection for those who didn’t mind a bit of human sacrifice. The same remains true, though immortality isn’t exactly as valuable here as it was back home. So what can Moder offer you here?
How about the inability to die in the first place?
For those who are marked by a set of puncture wounds on the chest as one of Moder’s chosen, if they are willing to worship their new god and aid in the sacrifice of their neighbors, they will become completely unkillable until Moder’s departure at the end of November. For players who are members, this will come especially in handy for upcoming events… but are you willing to accept the price? Especially when your victims will come back the following day?
Those who reject being chosen by Moder will, of course, face its wrath. It won’t kill you, because it still wants to try and force you to worship, but it will torment you relentlessly with nightmares, unreality, hallucinations, and non-lethal violence. You are left with only two choices--- submit, or escape.
U-Pick Fall Crops & Potlucks
Let’s end on a lighter note, shall we?Farms around Pumpkin Hollow are open for self-pick apples and pumpkins! Both food-pumpkins and carving-pumpkins are available, as well as apples of all sorts. Be sure to stop by Starr Orchard for some of their delicious “ghost apples”--- bright white apples (with some pink freckling) that are extra sweet and crisp. Great for baking! And be sure to leave some berries for the Mr. Mime who tends the trees. Other varieties of apples will also be available throughout Northwest Hollow.
Which is great, because the grounds outside the Temple of Sacred Roots will be hosting fall treat potlucks every weekend throughout autumn! Bring whatever you make with your pumpkins and apples, along with any other fall delights, out for a delicious sampler. Excellent for cultural exchanges and making new friends!
PAPYRUS | Undertale | low 20s? | OTA
Memories of his near-death are a bit fuzzy, but he knows a whole bunch of them had all gathered near the barrier, to prevent the king and human from a terribly final confrontation. That they'd been milling about talking, with some introductions underway, when... a certain flowery friend grabbed the forgotten jars, and something went bright white and awry...? Hopefully flowers aren't allergic to disembodied human souls, is all he can say.
More immediately importantly, if not more important to him personally, is the state of things on this island!!! There is.... a magical barrier around the island, preventing anyone on it from leaving. In addition to its being cursed, in a way that apparently prevents people from dying for real, but does allow them to experience death... multiple times? It's a bit of a downgrade with regards to the quality of life due to terrible magic afflictions situation, it has to be said... WHICH IS ALSO TO SAY, an upgrade with regards to training for dealing with such things!!!!!
All of which is to say, you bet your boots that Papyrus is pitching in with the repairs and renovations project. Maybe nobody's installing spike traps anywhere, but he's got plenty of carpentry work under his belt and gloves ready for wielding the tools... even if, uh, the tools are not quite up to the par he's used to working with. Somewhat older tech. Not magical. Maybe worse metal...?
Characters may see a remarkably non-sea-dwelling skeleton out and about in areas with significant damage, carrying supplies, helping hammer things in place, and the likes. And they may hear a passing "Nyeh heh heh" of triumph at the collective efforts.
💀 HAUNTED HOUSE
(cw: captivity)
So it turns out, that not all of the houses in a state of some disrepair are actually in search of repair. At least one of the houses is instead in search of a snack, and like any misbehaving dog it found a dog to chew on.
Not that Papyrus is feeling especially chewed on as yet. Nary a tooth - wooden or otherwise - has gone puncturing his bones. It's just that he feels trapped in a basement, inside a bigger trapped in an island, and he's really hoping this isn't going to end in him trapped in a box or something.
Unhelpfully, the door at the top of the basement stairs proved locked each time he's tried it, not even responding to his most polite knocks. And even more unhelpfully, this last time he tried, the stairs themselves tilted to send him sliding to the basement floor. Maybe it's because your character has just found their way inside?
💀 FESTIVALS & POTLUCKS
As working hard is idiomatically followed by playing hard, so too it follows that Papyrus will be attending the festival and various of the potlucks through the months! Trying some less familiar foods, exploring some less familiar art forms, and getting up to some friendly competition... It's a relief, especially after a tiny bit of house-related captivity. Papyrus can do the digesting, this time.
Characters may cross the skeleton's path at the wood cutting contest, where it turns out he's stronger than his (lack of) muscularity implies, but not quite up to par for victory.
Or they may encounter some pumpkin art by the library, or perhaps a few other places through town if there's overflow. There will absolutely be at least one jack-o-lantern carved in the shape of Papyrus's face. Mysteriously, there will also be at least one pumpkin mysteriously shaped like his head, too...?
And as for the food: roasted foods have the smoky smell he's come to expect from his cooking lessons, without quite so much burning! Pumpkin kebabs are appreciated for their lack of grease. And as for the beverages:
"Incredible. Apple cider... just might be my favorite cider!"
💀 POKEMON - and, optionally, CREATURE IN THE WOODS
(prompt cws may apply, plus reference to unspecified suicide)
Back underground in the kingdom of monsters, the biggest dangers around were mostly self-inflicted. Sure, the captivity was due to humans, and the potential of violence from a particularly unfriendly human was sometimes discussed in hushed voices. But mostly? The oldest puzzles were considered dangerous enough that the king was considering dismantling them, for one. Depression, and the unfortunate decisions that could come with it, was another sort - and part of why so many monsters made a point of focusing on things to laugh about, or at least complain about. And of course monsters flung magic around all the time, which could certainly do some damage with enough blows - and if the monster getting hit didn't bother summoning their own magic to cancel it out.
The point is, maybe Papyrus saw some warnings about a monster in the woods, of captured people having weird flashbacks and dying a little bit. But a description like 'hooves' and 'antlers' and 'strange hands'... Well, that sounds like any number of his neighbors back in Snowdin. Hardly frightening, and hardly reason not to go take a walk in the woods in case it is one of those neighbors here on their own quest to prevent whatever near-death they're collectively facing.
Far more immediately unnerving is the sighting of something white moving along in the bramble atop something brown, almost briefly mistakable for a short skeleton in a trench coat, until it turned to look at him. Papyrus tries to recount it now, to whoever else he first finds in the woods:
"I thought I saw... a skeleton, in the woods. but it looks like it was someone wearing a skull, as a helmet? Is that a fashion statement around here...?"
He's a little uneasy as he asks it, for all he tries to make it sound like he's only joking. Surely he doesn't need to worry that he needs to be worrying about mad hatters looking to keep up with the latest trends. Surely it was just cardboard, or paper mache or something!
💀 WILDCARD
[ooc: Feel free to go w/ prose or action tags, I'll match format!
And if you're interested in some other take on a prompt, or want to make your own, PM me or ping me in the discord! I imagine Papyrus will be getting up to a variety of things, in this initial burst of figuring some things out.]
Festivals and Potlucks!
Truth be told, the glambot had seen the skeleton from afar and wondered if it was another monster. Someone else from his world, maybe...? Rather than the strange alternate one Kris and their friends were from. Of course, he hoped they didn't arrive unpleasantly!
Upon further inspection and being up close, Mettaton recognizes the skeleton vaguely. You know, from shoving his leg in Papyrus's face and all that.
"Wait a minute.... Your... Sans's brother, aren't you?"
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But that answer doesn't escape his mouth, as his jaw is much too busy clacking shut in startled recognition. Not at the question, but at that voice! What kind of fan would he be, not to immediately recognize the sound of his favorite TV celebrity? And for Mettaton's follow-up question to be recognition, of him?
"Y-Yes, that's me! And Sans, of course, is my brother... Which you realized! I don't suppose he tells stories about me at the lounge, does he...?"
It occurs to him that he's babbling, just a little bit. But who could blame him? It's not as if he called Mettaton to the barrier - he called a fair few monsters whose numbers he knew, including Alphys, and she presumably dialed the robot for help. She probably hadn't expected the help to be romantic advice, but that's just how things go sometimes on MTT TV and life alike.
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He'll get the details about the skeleton's arrival after introductions and the like, of course.
Mettaton's smile widens and he clasps his hands together. "He's mentioned you from time to time. Says you consider yourself my Number One Fan. Is that true, darling?"
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"I mean, of course it's true. The Great Papyrus is an even greater fan, of the underground's greatest celebrity!"
Not that there were, uh, many celebrities to go around. Major figures in the underground, like the king, and the royal guard, and the other people who helped to run things. And there was a lot of passing around of entertainment from the surface, and monsters got to making puzzles of both the traversable and newspapery sorts. People got up to entertaining themselves and others in various ways! But stars of their own, flashy and energizing...? No, Mettaton was one above the rest.
And now one with high expectations of Papyrus, too, surely! Not that number one fan was a bad thing for Sans to have been saying about him, he's certainly up to enthusing and telling others to enthuse with him. But he hopes nobody expects him to go find a big leaf to fan the star with, even if Mettaton might need the cooling due to how hot he is. Due to the warmer-than-Snowdin temperatures, of course. And also because he's sexy.
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Mettaton ojou laughs and waves his hand in an 'oh, you' sort of manner. "You certainly know how to flatter, don't you? Ah, but more importantly... How recently did you arrive here?"
time is soup IC and OOC
But no, he can't risk getting caught in a vortex of feeling flattered by comments on his flattery skills, or compliments over his complimentary skills, or any other positivity spirals that might arise in the heady rush of actually interacting with Mettaton. Especially not when there's an intriguing and concerning question on the table.
"Which is to say, a couple of weeks...? The same as you, I would think..."
100%
"And I haven't bumped into you until just now? That's a crime. But I've been here... a tad longer than that, I'm afraid," he smiles sympathetically. "It's been about 2 months now..."
Which has him wondering: "No one noticed I was gone, did they, darling?"
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It's not a flustered confusion, from the earlier flattery or from now being called darling by Mettaton himself. At least, not mostly, - the pinkness in his cheekbones isn't fading any time soon.
Instead, it's more of a blank, baffled stare-filled delay, as he tries to connect the question to anything he understands of the situation.
"I don't... know what you mean. Gone? I'm sure I saw you just a few minutes before everything went," another hesitation, before admitting, "a little awry. That's why I thought, we must have come here at the same time."
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A little awry. Is he referring to when Frisk was fighting Flowey...? But that happened a about a day ago before he woke up here.
Mettaton crosses his arms and rubs his chin in thought, eyebrows furrowed.
"... Then we've arrived... from... two different points in time...?"
He's not sure how that's possible but... if there's people from an alternate universe, maybe time is possible too?
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It's not that the notion is entirely ludicrous. That day had been punctuated with all sorts of strange and thought-provoking instances of deja vu, even if he'd only mentioned a few of them to anyone. Sans had only asked a little after things before laughing them off, the human had stared at him as much as they stared at anything else he said, and his flower friend...?
"...Well, I suppose it makes sense that it's possible... If we're supposed to go home to fix, whatever was about to kill us. Some sort of fiddly time and space thing would have to be happening. Someone told me she's been here more than a year," Papyrus admits, in case Mettaton hasn't heard of such things in his two months.
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"Have I met... Uhh...." He stares blankly into the distance, before smiling awkwardly. "Well, that's difficult to say! I haven't exchanged names with everyone I've met... It could be, I've met them and not known it."
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"Hmmm... Kris looks... sort of like an older Frisk. And Ralsei looks a lot like the King's son."
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"Like Asgore's son?" he echoes, because it's occurring to him to wonder whether he and Mettaton are divided in departure time than more than they realized. It hasn't been so long that Fluffybuns went and adopted or something, right? "You mean, the one who... died a long time ago?"
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"Yes. That one.
At least, they looked similar to him...?
"You have... no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
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Like, for instance, that not-clone Toriel who showed up to be in instant cahoots with Sans, at least as far as telling terrible puns at Papyrus was something to be in cahoots about.
"A different height, with different features... My imagination is boundless!"
Okay, maybe there's a few things Mettaton's talking about that he's not following. But changing that merely takes following this conversational thread further.
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"Nevermind," he sighs before shaking his head. "It's... nice to have someone from home here, darling. Even if why we're here instead great.
"But that's beside the point. We should enjoy the holiday season! How much of the festival have you gotten to experience yet?"
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But then, it shouldn't really be a surprise that the robot is changing the subject. The true breadth of Papyrus's imaginative powers are vast, he knows... and maybe, the teensiest bit intimidating for casual conversation. For now, they can bask in agreement of how great it is he's here, and not focus on the reasons why.
"Oh, quite a bit! I've sipped some remarkably spider-free ciders, and tasted a few options from the 'potlucks' on offer... Played a few 'carnival' games, like one with axe-throwing!" He frowns a little, at the memory of not winning the game. "It's... not very much like playing fetch, or tossing attacks around."
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Maybe not best to say that though.
"I'm so glad about the turnout for the potluck! Seeing what everyone has come up with has been so much fun. I'm not sure if you've read the newspaper but I was so fortunate to write that little article!" He puffs his chestplate out for a moment. "Oh! I could teach you to throw though if you'd like!"
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How embarrassing! In retrospect, the wordings of that article had been so very like his favorite star's various announcements on MTT TV. Had he simply assumed it was some odd chance of all these worlds colliding, that a familiar-looking name might write with a familiar-cadence, so as not to jump to any hopeful conclusions?
"Th-That is to say, I would love to learn the fine tricks to throwing axes, and whatever! And maybe the next newsletter will have, a letters to the editor section? Places for people to write their reviews of the festivals."
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it wouldn't fit here but: Papyrus could've included the pun, 'axe-ample'
oh that's a good one
ty ty *bows*
I meant "time" instead of "finger"*
something something counting time with hands?
XD
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Rebuilding Efforts {Lorelei, 32}
Someone who is ostensibly human calls down to Papyrus from the roof. She squats, leaning precariously far over the edge with seemingly no regard for falling.
"You seem like you know what you're doing. Can I get a hand up here?"
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Papyrus doesn't even need to see who's talking to cheerfully jump to the assumption that it's him being spoken about, but he shields his eye sockets with a hand to peer around. And when he spots the speaker... Well, one of those things he knows what he's doing with is gravity. Enough to be wondering whether a human(?) not under the effects of blue magic ought to be leaning over like that.
"Is it just a hand you're looking for? Or... should other limbs, tools, or supplies be on hand too?"
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He's currently nailing a few shingles onto a roof until, well, the pile of shingles he needs falls off the roof- nearby to wherever Papyrus is currently working.
"Shit." Artemy mumbles under his breath, and then looks down-
"Excuse me, would you mind bringing those back up here?" He asks, calling down below.
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As soon as he's recovered his footing, he squints up in search of whence they'd fallen. Shingles could be a rare but occurring weather fall here, for all he knows! So it's a relief to see a person peering over the edge of the nearest repair-in-progress house, rather than mysteriously shingle-filled clouds or whatever at work.
"The shingles, right?" Papyrus calls back up, with a nod towards the pile - and the strays that spread out from the bulk. "Of course! I'll be up in a jiffy! But... Hmm... I should probably check for if they're damaged. It wouldn't do to do repairs with things that need repairing themselves."
Admittedly, that's definitely something people have to do sometimes. Turning to the dump for materials for this and that, saving a few coins for other things. But it's not the first choice, since that probably means more repairs all the sooner.
His thoughtful frown at the shingles grows a little more annoyed, as thoughts of home unfortunately him of a terrible joke - and not one his brother told, for a change. It's such a shame he can't gesture to this rooftop shingle dropper and point out that everybody tiles their roofs with shingles, it's not even a good skeleton pun.