It's dark.
[Before we started filming, Mettaton went location scouting me for places to shoot the film at.]
[He wanted me to record him talking about the locations for a behind the scenes extra.]
[One of the tapes has some really distorted audio.]
The screen comes to life, presenting Mettaton standing in a gazebo in front of the camera. The gazebo is surrounded by trees.
"Alright," Sans says from off screen, "It's recording now."
"Okay then," Mettaton said, outstretching his arms. "This is where I want to come back later in the movie and reflect."
The camera shakes as Sans carries it with him, following him slightly as Mettaton moves in the building.
"̵͔̣̇͛̐T̸̡͌͑̆ͅh̴̯͛̓i̴͓͗͆͠ṡ̴̡̯̭ ̸̬͒͂̇w̸͇̹̪̍i̴͚̋́͜ḻ̸̀̓l̷̯̣̺̓̑͘ ̶͍̭̲̆̏ṗ̸̛̮͉̱r̷͎͂͌o̶͔̲͊̾b̵̹̦̪̅ã̴͎̣͎̆b̵̯́̂̄l̵͙̑̉ỵ̵̫̣́̈́́ ̴̤͍̪̈̈̕b̶̾͜e̵̺̋͊̂ ̵̻̟̈a̶̝͕̭͌̏r̵̨͚͑̀̚o̵̤̅͜ū̴̩̩̄n̸̨͗d̸͉̔̂ ̸͈̌͊͝ḁ̵̮͉͂̽ ̵̡̔̌͝t̷̞͓̃͜h̴͖̙̉ḭ̷̫̟͌͐͠ŗ̵̑͜d̴̜̣̉̽́ ̵̡͓̌͂̐ó̸͇f̷̪̦̱͝ ̶̥̓͆t̶̹͊h̵͍͠e̶͚͌̋͝ ̵̧͇͔͒w̴̡̡͍̏̈́a̷̪͇͝͝y̶͖̮̐̌͝ ̴̬͎̓̅ť̵̪͙̏̉ḩ̵̞͌̈́͗r̸̬̂͛͋ó̶͇̫̟͘ư̴̗̪̭̂͛g̷͙̾̓h̴̨͓̻̃,̶̘̒"̴͇͈̅̈́̈́ ̸͔̔̽M̷͚̦͛e̴͙̋t̴̜̼̪̏̀ṭ̴̱̫̂̋ȃ̸̛̜̘̼̕t̶͔̹̝͌̈o̶͚͈̎̒͛n̴͓̽̕̚ ̵̗̪͋͛̇s̷̻͕̲̈̈́͊ậ̵͙̈́̔i̶̲̤͂͗ď̷͎̑.̶̙̱͊̑("This will probably be around a third of the way through," Mettaton said.)
T̶̖̝̋̀͗h̶̢̒̀̑e̵̝̓̈́ ̸͉̒͆š̷̪c̷̟̠̫̊͛́r̴͖͝ḙ̵͖̯͌̔e̵̖͉͑͝n̴̼̹̅͑̇ ̶̼͕̦̑̄̈́o̴͍͆̔f̴̧̰̥͠ ̴̯̊̽̈́t̶̜̮̝̾͂͝h̵̩͊͌͊e̸̖̅ ̷̮͉̐̎v̷̡͒̓͛i̴̧͍̇̕d̸̡͇̺̂e̵̥̐́o̴̲̅ ̷͉̑̈̚ͅṭ̴́̓͌ȇ̷̛̲̰á̶̱͗͌r̴̝͈̪̀̏͝s̶̝͓̽͝,̶̛͓͚̋͑ ̵̦̫̀͌͒d̴͙̉i̵̯̪̋̎̓s̵̘͕͋͆͌t̴͈̩̺͋o̸̦̽r̷̛͇̱͒͝t̷̘̃͋i̶͎̖̖̎ṋ̷̜̻͐͌͠g̶̛͈̅́,̶͉͖̎̓̿ ̶̢̱͚̽͘͘ḩ̸̛̠̖͑̍e̵̻̿'̷̛̙͍̏͠s̶̜̻̔̋ ̷̩̀͗̃͜ń̴̛̲̣e̴̲͂̐ạ̶̾̀͗r̸̠̼̙̂ ̵̫͚́h̴̲͈͑e̸̩̓̀'̴̤͇̐̄͗s̷̡̗̼͑̑͝ ̵̱̄̅͗ń̵̨̤ê̴̫͍͆͝a̸͔̭̽̆͛r̸̘̅̈́̀ ̴̤͌͠h̶̺̆e̷͚̙̺̒͛'̴̖̎͑s̵̪͇͎̋̅ ̸̙̹̮͗̐ǹ̴͖̝̖̾́ê̵̡̳̹ā̶̺̙̇ṟ̵̃͠ ̷̡̱̋h̶̠͎̬̍̊͐e̷̗͔̕͘'̴̝͚͑͒͋s̵̠̏͑ ̸̻̬̍ͅh̵̙͖̆̓ě̸̡̛͕̫r̸̜̭̳͘è̷͙̞̎ (The screen of the video tears, distorting, he's near he's near he's near he's here)
"This will be just by yourself, right?" Sans asked, moving the camera around to look at the floor.
"Yeah," Mettaton said, "I was thinking of putting in a-"
T̵̫̞̹͛̉̚h̷̡͋͌̿e̷͈͔͆̚ ̷̣̍s̸͇̳͂̈́̈́ć̵̻̓̓r̵̞͔̬͊é̶̲̺͎͌ê̴̜̗n̵͍͉̭̑̓͘ ̶̭͘̚b̴͕̳̑̕l̶͆͑͜ū̸̞͍̋ȑ̴̗͗̓s̵̬̘̱͆̽ ̶̫̯͂̍̆w̸̜̓̈͝h̸̙̦̅͐i̵̜͊̀l̶̲̃ę̸͂ ̶̛͔͕̒̈M̸̟̀e̵̢̙͖̒̅͠t̴̢̛̟̙ṯ̴͒̾a̸̞͖͑̏͐t̴̪̻͠ͅo̸̩̿̂̎ñ̷̮̈́ ̴͓̜͓͆c̷͈̭̉̓͂o̵̢̒ń̵͍͉̝̌t̸̲͖̀̍͊i̴͉̬̜̾n̵͚̈́̆̿ͅū̷̧͋ë̴̲̭́̇̑s̶̊́͜ ̷̻̽̈́c̷̖̪̼̍͋̔o̸̫͑͝n̶̨͋t̴͉͎̏̒ǐ̵͜ṅ̶͚͔̔u̸̫̣͗͛͠ȅ̵͔́̿ş̷̱͎̎̉ ̸͈̄c̸̖̓͗̕o̸̤̰͗n̶͔̈́́ṱ̴͐̈i̷͕̩͇̐̐ń̷̘̬͉̀͐ṳ̴͓̯̄̏ḙ̸̻͆ş̵̪̟̾ ̸̗͗̂͋r̵̢͆̕a̶̢͂̿n̴̹̼̼̊̽̓t̸̛̘̯͋͠s̶̼̺̈́ ̶̲̿͐̍r̷̍ͅȧ̶̰̒̈ͅn̴̛͍̋t̴̝̞͙̾̿̔s̵͈̜̆̀ ̸͈͙̣́ḋ̷̡̩͚̈́̀Ê̵͍̞̱̑̈́a̸͎̰̣͛̅͝d̵͕̬̥͋ (The screen blurs while Mettaton continues continues continues rants rants dEad)
N̷̡̽͗o̵͉͆̇ ̸̝̺͋̈́a̵̢̙̪̎̏ù̴̙̗d̵̬͚̓̉̀ḯ̸͕̰̾̆ǫ̵̣́̈́̿ ̴̗̔̒̏ç̵̆͑a̴̮̲̮̕n̵̡̤̥̉̔ ̷̱̺̈͘b̶̺̣̐̾ë̸͇̍ ̸̟̀̈́h̸̤͔̅̋̚ḙ̵͆́͛͜ȃ̵̢̧̞̑́r̷̜̗̞̈͑́d̸͇̜̚ ̴͈͐h̷̪̖̎̇e̵͕̖̣̿ă̴̬͇͕ȑ̶̮͍͈̒̕ḑ̷͇̐ ̸̦͔̓͌h̴̳̯̃́e̸͚͎̾̾̐ͅa̸͈̰̽͌ŗ̵̛̦d̷͕̆͘ ̶͚̗͂͊h̸̳̀̈́̆ě̶̪̍̚a̶̩̟̱̿͝r̷̲̓̋͘d̵̥̅ ̴̳̆̓ḥ̶̜̣͠ȩ̸̮̩̇r̸̰͈̬̈d̷̢̳͖̍̈́͘ ̸̨̺̣̈͛̍h̵̞̙͑̔á̵̞̥̝r̴̩̖̿ ̸͕̯̀́̏ͅh̵͇̦͉̿̉r̶̝̺̞̈́̓̈ ̶̘̺̇h̴͕̼̄̕d̴̦̗͓̑͗ ̷̙̓ (No audio can be heard heard heard heard)
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Marble Hornets x UnderTale
FanfictionA series of entries about a film a certain robot had been working on. But then, something went wrong. Very wrong.