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Before I say anything, shoutout to my proofreader Salkeya, they are awesome. This is a UnderSwap au. This will be an ongoing series, and I will continue updating Baby Sans and Asriel's Lament. Also, Mettaton is a female in this story. So, here's something no one asked for:
Mettaton's Meltdown (feel free to change the name)
I woke up with a start, a headache from the previous night pounding in my brain. I scratched my head and looked around, seeing where I was this time. It looked like my old room. "Oh, so I went with a super fan? That's not too bad." I said to myself. I reached up to grab a handhold to get up... But I didn't find any. I put my hand down and looked over to where I had been reaching. I blinked once, confused. There was obviously a hand hold there, an old desk. I reached out again, but flinched immediately at my outstretched hand. It wasn't metal. It didn't have servos or even a glove. Instead, a small, pink, translucent arm wavered in the air. I moved my arm left. It moved too. I sighed. Looks like this super fan wanted the suit too. I floated up in my not-so-alien body. I floated around, looking for the perpetrator or my suit. But, as I moved about, I had a growing dread. This ultra fan is REALLY obsessed I thought to myself. The house was an exact replica of my old one. Creeped out, and unable to find my suit or the fan, I went back to the room I woke up in. I waited for a while, before I noticed a book poking out from under the bed. I picked it up and examined the cover, only to find out it was my diary. I quickly glanced around, looking for whoever stole this. When I didn't have much luck, I opened it. All of the old entries were there... But there were new ones to. The most recent one was from two days ago, and detailed the events that had transpired that day. Weird thing was, the hand writing was mine. And from my perspective. I frowned, and decided to sneak over to Blooky's house to check on him. The perpetrated could hurt him, and I don't want that to happen. So, I phased through a wall, and to my shock, his house was in front of me. That meant that the house behind me was mine... I phased through his walls, since he wouldn't mind. But, he wasn't there. The room was in major disarray, and his TV was broken. Pizza boxes were strewn about, and it reaked. I promptly left, as I would have thrown up if I stayed longer. Something wasn't right. I had to find whoever did this to Blooky, no matter what the cost. I wasn't about to let some fan of mine take him away.
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So, how do you think Mettaton will go about things? Will she sneak around town so no one will see her, or take this head on? Only time (and me) will tell!