Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3338841-20170405221114/@comment-27344811-20170418132734

Metal walked into the entrance, holding a duffel bag that contained his "outfit". He walked over to the counter and was greeted by an auomaton receptionist, who checked him it. Metal flicked over the keys. "Wash it," he said, "and try NOT to scratch it."

There were jars on the counter. They each had the names of each judge. Some had money in them.

Metal dropped a Benjamin into the one labeled MTTN.

He walked over to the Garage, where his car was nice and clean. He dropped off his bag for the time being. He decided to look around the track's hotel.

Another automaton came in and told him where his room was. "Give it to someone else," he said, "I will stay here."

He entered the hotel' museum, and a ccertain gemstone caught his eye.

It was a Chaos Emerald. The purple one.

Mental gears were running. Eggman would LOVE one, but Metal saw this one was donated. It wasnt Sonic who donated it, however; It was someone else. It was donated by someone with the name "Mettaton".

Metal knew the name, and he also knew who Mettaton was. He decided long ago he wanted to meet Mettaton, and he had a chance today.

But he would let Mettaton come to him.

Metal went back to the garage and opened his duffel bag. He decided it was time to don this silly outfit.