You squinted at the ticket which your friend Jorja was waving in front of your face. Putting out two of your fingers from your right hand, you pinched the ticket and positioned it so it was below Jorja's face and further away from your own. Raising an eyebrow, you opened her mouth to speak. "What's this?"
Jorja grinned. "Tickets!"
"Well, I can see that, but what for?" You eyed up the tickets which were a strange pink colour. They almost seemed to sparkle under the light.
"Mettaton's new show!" Jorja smirked, she seemed a little excited. "I thought we could hang out some more."
In a strange kind of reflex, you dropped the ticket, almost throwing it away. "Mettaton?" You scoffed. "You know I'm not a Mettaton fan. I thought you weren't either."
Jorja shrugged. "I wouldn't let Alphys hear that." She grinned, tutting and wiggling her fingers.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm pretty sure Alphys already knows, and she's cool with it. She's kind enough to not ever dump me with him. I've never met him. Plus, I think Undyne somewhat agrees with me."
Jorja chuckled for a brief moment, before dismissing your remark. "Anyway, I already told Bratty and Catty we're coming."
You groaned, throwing your head onto the desk which you'd been sat working at in your office. "We're going with Bratty and Catty?"
"You got a problem with that?" Jorja half asked, half laughed.
You glanced up from your arms, laughing in return. "Of course! You know what they're like! I love them to pieces, but they can't handle themselves when the subject is of Mettaton, let alone if they're actually near Mettaton!"
"I'm sure they'll be purrfectly calm and collected." Jorja smirked, not being able to resist a little wink.
Refusing to respond to her little joke, you simply folded your arms and cocked your head to the side. "Really?"
"Don't you get it?" Jorja frowned a little. "It's because-"
Jumping in before she could finish, you added. "Because Catty is a cat, yeah I get it." You rubbed your forehead. "It was just unexpected from you."
Ignoring you, she took the ticket from your hand. "Look, if you don't wanna come, it's alright. I'll just find someone else." Spinning on her heels, she began to walk away. You knew what she was doing, but played right into her hands anyway. Leaping onto your feet, you hurried from behind your desk to stand in front of her, interrupting her path.
"I didn't say I would go…" You reached out for the ticket, opening your hand expectantly.
A large grin on her face, Jorja handed you the ticket. "Awesome. You won't regret it."
"I better not." You smirked in return, eyeing up the ticket.

Folding your arms, you leant against the wall watching the lights blazing and Jorja, Bratty and Catty dancing on the floor. It was the night of the show, and it had ended a couple of hours ago. You were still in shock that Catty had managed to win some of the after party tickets. Although, knowing Catty and Bratty, they would have done anything to get their hands- well, claws and paws on those tickets. Despite being reluctant to go, knowing it meant you'd be even closer to Mettaton, with the possibility of bumping into him, and have to put up with Bratty and Catty more, you had agreed to attend. Funnily enough, you were quite happy you'd agreed, having always loved a dancefloor. The show itself hadn't been anywhere near as bad as you'd expected, and some way along you had found yourself enjoying it, and having a good time. Not that you'd tell Jorja that.
Turning back to the bar you were stood next to, you glanced towards the barman, he was a strange looking tree monster who caught you staring, and smiled, walking over.
"Anything I can get for you?" He smiled warmly.
You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively. "No thanks."
Before the barman had moved away to his next customer, a white gloved hand placed itself on the counter next to you. A familiar voice speaking up.
"Actually, we'll both have one of your cocktails of the day." His voice was almost commanding.
"Coming right up!" The barman nodded, turning away.
You turned to look at who the gloved hand belonged to. Your discovery left you short for breath. The pink and black robot you'd been trying to avoid all night was now standing in front of you expecting you to say something. You paused, not knowing what to do say. Of course, the most logical thing to say would be 'Hello." But before you could stop yourself, your mouth decided to say something else.
"You can drink?" You mentally face palmed and cursed yourself for being so socially awkward.
Mettaton chuckled. "Nice to meet you too darling."
You blushed. "O-oh... Sorry, I-"
Mettaton interrupted you before you could continue. "Dr Alphys gave me more features than people realise." He smirked a little towards you, leaning forward so you could feel his breath on your face, causing your cheeks to flush even more red. "Feel that? That's another thing darling. My fans gives me a sort of… breath…" He pulled away, leaning on the side of the bar.
Oh God. You thought to yourself. How the hell am I going to get out of this one?
"I must say..." Mettaton raised an eyebrow, scanning you up and down a little, before turning to take the drinks from the bartender, and handing you one which you instantly took a sip from. "You look gorgeous darling."
Without warning, you felt your cheeks burning again, so you took another sip to cool yourself down. "Uh- t-thanks…" You glanced down at the dress you were wearing. It was quite a simple black dress, but it clung to your figure, and showed off your curves.
"No worries beautiful." He took a sip of his own drink. "Enjoying yourself?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I was just giving my friends a little space. They get a little, uh, crazy, on the dancefloor." You couldn't help a little giggle as you gestured towards your three friends dancing a little way off.
Mettaton grinned in response. "Ah, they're your friends." He paused. "I met them earlier. They were rather sweet."
You smiled, surprised at Mettaton's genuine compliment. You were becoming a little more confident and comfortable around him. "They are, if you can handle them enough to stick around and get to know them."
You continued watching your friends whilst Mettaton turned back to face you, he was frowning when you looked back at him.
"What?" You asked, sounding a little too panicked.
"Have we met somewhere before darling?" His frown didn't waver. "I recognise you."
You shook your head. "No. Absolutely not."
He tilted his head. "Oh!" He placed his drink down on the bar's counter and grinned. "You're one of Alphys' friends. I've seen pictures of you, her and Undyne on her phone. I always wondered who you were. She never mentioned you, and I'd never met you."
You almost choked on your drink. Oh. That. "I think I was just never around." You shrugged in response, averting your eyes back to your friends.
Jorja seemed to glance up towards the two of you, her eyes widening as she noticed who you were stood with. What she saw seemed to trigger her legs to move towards you until she reached where you were stood.
"Hey, come and dance!" She smiled warmly, glancing towards Mettaton. "H-hey, again!"
Before he could even open his mouth to speak, you felt yourself being pulled away forcefully, giving you only mere seconds to put your drink down.
"What about your drink?" Mettaton called out after you.
"Just drink it, or give to someone else!" You called back in return, raising your voice above the music.
"You're welcome!" Jorja sung out cheerfully as you reached the dancefloor.
Taking a quick look back to where you'd been, you saw Mettaton was no longer there. "T-thank you." Deciding to forget what had just happened, you joined your friends to dance.

Hours on the dancefloor and drinking, had rendered you exhausted, but Jorja, Catty, and Bratty had persuaded you to stay only a little while longer. Through those hours, you'd witnessed multiple Mettaton performances as he couldn't help taking the spotlight.
As the music became louder, you found yourself becoming a little dizzy, staggering backwards you crashed into another dancer. He caught you, pulling you up onto your feet.
"Watch where the hell you're going!" He growled fiercely, gripping onto your arm tight. Too tight. Forcefully you pushed him away with your free hand only making him angrier.
"Hey!" Raising his fist without warning, you felt it impact your face, sending a wave of pain throughout. You groaned, falling to the floor, knowing he was readying himself for the next hit, you prepared yourself. But it never came. Instead, you heard a mass of voices, including a familiar robotic voice. Arms lifted you from the floor, music still whirring around your head. It took you a few seconds for your blurry vision to become clear again as you were pulled from the crowd of people and to the side of the room, near a wall. You rubbed your eyes to see Mettaton standing in front of you, he was close to your face, scanning over it carefully.
"Um..." You leant backwards, pressing yourself against the wall as best you could, but you could still feel Mettaton's breath on your face.
"Are you okay darling?" He seemed to have genuine worry in his eyes as he inspected your face where the man had aimed for with his fist.
"I'm fine." You forced a smile, despite your face aching terribly.
Mettaton frowned. "You're not that good at lying sweetheart." He gently placed a thumb on your cheek which was red, and beginning to turn slightly black and blue, swelling up, leading to a little loss of sight in your eye above.
You winced causing Mettaton to pull back instantly. "Sorry!" He bit his lip. "We need to get you some ice."
A worried voice began calling your name. "What's going on?" Jorja's voice prevented Mettaton from speaking again, as she hurried over, concern on her face, noting the bruise. She stopped, staring at Mettaton for a few seconds before managing to pull her eyes away from the star, and back towards your bruised cheek.
"Some guy punched me." You muttered, managing a small laugh to yourself.
"Oh geez." Jorja examined your face. "Hey, Mettaton, do you have any ice?"
"There'll be some behind the bar." He made a quick directional gesture, his eyes completely fixed on your face, as he directed his next sentence towards you. "How badly does it hurt?"
Jorja rushed over to ask the barman for a bag of ice for your cheek, hoping she could prevent some of the swelling.
"A lot." There was no point in lying, you could feel it swelling up, causing your sight to fade a little. "How does it look?"
Mettaton paused, biting his lip, but in the end he opted for brutal honestly. "Absolutely awful darling."
You groaned. "Well, at least you're honest." You reached up to touch your cheek, but you were prevented from doing so when Mettaton gripped your wrist.
"Don't, you'll hurt yourself." His voice was firm, but had concern within it. Obeying him after he released his grip, you allowed your hand to fall to your side. You were surprised as to how Mettaton was treating you. You'd expected him to be reluctant to go near you with a bloody face, not wanting to mess up his outfit, but instead you were delightfully surprised to discover the opposite.
"I'm going to head home." You muttered, rubbing your head once again. "I need to sleep."
Jorja reappeared just as you began to speak, handing you a bag of ice which you gratefully accepted, holding it to your cheek.
"You're heading home?" Jorja raised an eyebrow. "I'll let Bratty and Catty know and I'll come with you."
Shaking your head, you held up your hand. "No, no, no. I don't want you to miss out on my account. Thank you for your help Jorja, but you should get back to having fun."
"I'd rather not leave you to walk home on your own." She crossed her arms, a stern look on her face. "Plus, you're only half sighted now."
"It's not that bad!" To prove a point, you removed the bag from your cheek, attempting to look through your right eye. It genuinely wasn't so bad. You could see pretty well, your cheek hadn't swollen enough to block out your whole eyesight. You were just relieved it hadn't been a direct punch to the eye. "I can see perfectly fine!" You forced a smile. That was a lie. It wasn't perfect. It hurt like hell, and was sort of blurry, but you could see well enough at least.
"I can tell when you're lying, you know that." Jorja reminded you, tapping your shoulder playfully. "I'd rather ensure you're safe."
"I could walk you home darling?" Mettaton suggested, looking between the two of you.
Answering a little too quickly, you exclaimed. "No!" You paused, noting Mettaton's face. He looked hurt. "I mean, this is your party. You can't just leave your fans." You sighed in relief, luckily no one noticed. You pulled that one off well.
Mettaton nodded in agreement. "I suppose you're right darling. We can't let the party lose its spark."
You rolled your eyes. There it was. "Okay, now that's settled. I'll head off home."
"With me!" Jorja linked your arm. "I'm not leaving you, no matter what you say." She grinned, waving her phone in your face. "I sent a text to Catty and Bratty. They're so busy dancing, they won't even notice we're gone anyway!"
Knowing you wouldn't win, you nodded, gesturing to the door. "Fine, let's go." Glancing towards Mettaton, you smiled. "It was nice meeting you Mettaton."
"It was nice meeting you too-" He paused. You expected him to say darling, until realising he was stuck waiting for your name. You hadn't told him. Quickly blurting out your name, causing you to blush a little from the awkward silence that had fallen just a few seconds before.
He repeated your name. "I hope your eye gets better darling." He blew you a kiss, before leaving you standing there with Jorja as he returned to the party.
"Come on." Jorja nudged you, triggering you to walk.
Huh. You thought to yourself. Mettaton isn't so bad after all

A/N - I was never going to upload this at first until my friend convinced me too xD

Hope y'all enjoy.