Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26814804-20160511040026/@comment-26814804-20160518213326

Iram shrugged.

"I mean, I know ot everyone's bad. I know the whole world can pool their hopes, pool their dreams. I know we can make the world a better place. But for everyone's hearts to be beating as one... I fear that it would take a monsterous event to make that happen, and by then, it might be too late. Ugh. Anyway, it's nice to see that not all humans are racist pricks. You're one of the few I've met that haven't judged me for my SOUL."

Meanwhile, Mettaton saw the last light on his call board switch on.

"ALLRIGHT, THAT'S OUR LAST CALLER! LET'S SEE WHAT CALLER 1 HAS TO SAY!"

He put the first caller on the line. An angry human voice rang through.

"Get off our airwaves, you robotic monster creep!"

Mettaton cringed a bit in suprise and dissapointment.

"EERR, NO WORRIES. IT LOOKS LIKE THIS CALLER ISN'T EXACTLY GOING TO HELP WITH THE SHOW, SO... LET'S TRY A GROUP CHAT! CALLERS 2 THROUGH 4, YOU'RE UP! TRY NOT TO TALK OVER EACH OTHER!"

They talked over each other.

"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"Get back to Ebbot where you belong!"

"You can't take over our world! We won't let you!"

Mettaton was crushed. He staggered backward.

"... I... WE... I'M SORRY. WE HAVE... ONE MORE CALLER. CALLER FIVE... YOU'RE ON..."

He sat down. The radio messages from his broadcast leapt from his recording studio and through the air at the speed of light, and on the other side of the line, a phone clicked, directly in the ears of one exited human girl.