"Yeah, this one's kind of low." Sans said.
The camera was shakingly pointed at the ground at Sans, Mettaton, and Frisk's feet. They were standing on grass, a trunk can be seen in the corner. It's daytime.
"Do you have the extra one?" Frisk asked.
"It's in the car, could you two go get it?" Mettaton asked them.
The camera moved as it was given to Mettaton, the sound of keys clinking in the background.
"Oh, wait, where is it?" Sans asked.
Mettaton lifted up the camera, showing Sans and Frisk standing on the pathway. Keys were in Sans's hands.
"I think the passenger's seat, if not, check the trunk," Mettaton told him.
"Okay, thanks," Sans told him, both he and Frisk turning around while Mettaton turned the camera back to face deeper into the woods. "I'm going to check out the building to see if there's any good places to shoot, just meet me there."
"'ight." Sans said, his voice distant.
The camera suddenly switches, having been cut to another scene of the sky. The film was shaking, handheld as it recorded the treetops of the forest. Silent.
It cuts again. Mettaton's hand is brushing aside leaves on the ground, his pink shoes slightly in view. Brushing the leaves to the side reveals concrete with a white line drawn onto it. He presses further, brushing aside more, and more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more-
The camera is backed away to take in the sight. O with an X through it.
The view is brought up as Mettaton stands, looking at the bare wall in front of him. He continues up until the top of the wall is in view, the dull blue sky hidden behind it. He's still outside.
Further. There's only sky.
Footsteps sound in the audio as he starts walking. The view shifts lower to catch the building again as he makes his way to the side. Nothing is said. He's silent.
The camera is aimed at the ground as he steps off the sidewalk into the grass. The sound of his walking changes, not as loud anymore. No words. He is still silent.
T̷͚̱̰̓͒̚h̸̲̣̪̑̂̈́ě̴͕̖̇ ̵̛̭̏a̴̹̔̂ṵ̷͎́d̶͚͛͝ǐ̷̫͛ö̷̜̤̳́̒ ̸͉͑c̶̬͗ǘ̶͔̰̦̍̔ț̷͌͋̀s̸͔̘͊̌ ̶̘͍̔̅o̷̘̔̽͊ű̶̱͎̈t̸͚̊͆
He has circled to the other side of the building now, the concrete below him reappearing. The camera is persistent as he practically flings it about, looking at the wall, then the sidewalk, then the wall, sky, wall, ground, wall, wall, wall-
In front of him.
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Marble Hornets x UnderTale
Fiksi PenggemarA series of entries about a film a certain robot had been working on. But then, something went wrong. Very wrong.
