Marble Hornets x UnderTale

Entry #9

The screen is black.

[I actually remember this day. Mettaton was acting weirder than usual, but I don't remember how bad it was until now.]

The screen cuts on. The camera is stationed in a gazebo, one surrounded by trees upon trees. No other people are in sight except for the two stationed in front of the camera. One of them is BurgerPants, the other is Mettaton. The two are leaning against the railings of the white building, looking at one another as they spoke.

"You've seemed distant ever since you came back, you know?" Burgerpants asked Mettaton.

"You never tried to reach out and talk to me," Mettaton said.

"That day, you told me you were going to confront your parents killer, and you died. What was I supposed to do?" Burgerpants asked.

"Okay, okay, we're going to do this again," Mettaton suddenly said, standing up fully. "The pacing feels weird. It still sounds like Burgerpants is reading off of a script."

Burgerpants rolled his eyes while Mettaton turned towards him.

"Just act like we're having a normal conversation," Mettaton told him, "Act like you actually care about the conversation. You sound like you just want to leave."

"No, no, I want to be an actor," Burgerpants said, looking towards the camera. "Can we go again?"

"Not yet," Sans told him from behind the camera, "It's picking up those kids voices, we're going to have to wait until they leave."

"If we were still underground, we could have used my studio," Mettaton sighed.

"Good thing I have nothing to do later today," Sans groaned as the voices in the background continued.

"Yeah, I know," Burgerpants said, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket.

"12 to 1, don't think so," Sans mumbled, his voice barely being caught by the camera.

"Why would you two even have plans today? You both knew you were coming onto set!" Mettaton demanded, frowning at them. "You both knew this could take awhile."

"Yeah, but this is an afternoon shoot, not a 'eternity' shoot. It's already 4." Sans adjusted the camera.

"If you would have done it right the first time-" Mettaton started.

"I didn't bring lunch or dinner because this wasn't supposed to drag on, we're both hungry and tired," Burgerpants told Mettaton, "We aren't robots like you, we need things like food to survive."

"You both knew that this could have went longer, we're acting, we have to take many tries to get it right," Mettaton demanded.

"Why don't we just get Paps to bring us some food, we can take a break then continue," Sans said, waving his hand next to the camera. "He has some leftover dinner, he can bring us both some Burgerpants."

"Fine," Mettaton said.

The camera suddenly cuts, still in the same position as before, but Mettaton wasn't in frame anymore and Burgerpants had moved a few feet over.

"Okay, it's on now," Sans told him.

"It's on now?" Mettaton asked from off screen, "Was it not running while we were on break?"

"Uh, no," Sans said.

"I told you to keep it rolling at all times," Mettaton huffed from the side, "How long was it off?"

"I just forgot, sorry. I'm not a professional cameraman."

"I gave you one job!" Mettaton said.

"Dude, it's fine, it was just off while we were eating!" Burgerpants said, "Don't go off on him, Sans just wanted to save memory."

"It's not that hard. All you have to do is set up the camera, make sure it doesn't fall from it's stand, and press record once!" Mettaton walked into view. "You saw how much memory cards we have in the car, Sans."

Mettaton motioned towards the camera. "If we run out of memory on this one, we can always grab a new one. It's fine. I want it to be running at all times, I thought I made that very clear. How many times do I have to say it before you listen?"

"Ugh," Burgerpants groaned, "Can we just start again? If we keep trying to repeat this scene, this darn movie will never get done."

"Sorry, gosh," Sans mumbled.

"Instead of using the script every scene, how about you act instead?" Mettaton asked Burgerpants, "You want to be an actor, so get your head out of the ground and just act."

"Considering how much you're paying me, I'm sure it'd be worth it," Burgerpants grumbled.

"Why would I pay you for this failure of a scene?" Mettaton asked him, "I'll just hire a new actor at this point."

"And who exactly would work for you when you just yell at them?" Burgerpants grumbled.

"He's right, you do seem mad," Sans said.

"Let's just get this done, alright?" Mettaton asked them, "And don't stop recording, Sans, we have plenty of memory."

"Okay, yeah, sorry," Sans said.

The screen cuts to black.

[I thought Mettaton was just stressed that day, but I'm starting to suspect that he was recording himself even before production of the film was over.]

[I think whoever was following him from the previous entries started to affect his personality.]