Mettaton rolled up the stairs with a bump, on his way to the MTT Resort, doing as bet as a metal rectangle could to yawn. He'd just come back from Alphys' lab, where he had stayed for the night when he'd forgotten the charger for his EX form. Last night, they'd talked about manufacturing a new confectionary called MTT Brand TonTons, named by the brilliant doctor herself.
On his way up, the first thing he saw was his most faithful and hard-working worker finding work unusually hard. "Oh, darling, do you need any help with that? You're bound to fall off that silly thing! Just let me do it." he said, wheeling his way over to the struggling child, before she had a chance to reply. He snatched the banner from her tiny, grubby hands, half-shoving her off the step-ladder as he flew up to put the decoration in place.
"You employed me to do it, so why won't you let me do it?" asked the girl.
"Darling, you know how I love to help!"
It was a week from New Year's, and the naive little girl had thought that she could use a step-ladder to hang the banner on the resort hotel sign. Unfortunately, this was an impossible feat, and this she knew - not even the highest heels could lift her that high - but simple facts couldn't stand a chance against Frisk's solid determination.
She rubbed her turned up nose and stared up at the metal box above her. He pinned up the banner, admiring the work that his employee was supposed to have done herself, and looked back at her, asking the first question that came to mind he saw her.
"Do you think the humans will like it?"
"What humans? There's only me, right?" Frisk asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Still, it doesn't matter what they think. You manage this place, so you can make it look however you like, can't you?"
Mettaton sighed. "It's a lot more than that, gorgeous. If the people don't like the look of it, then they won't come. If they won't come, I don't get money. If I don't get money...well, nothing really will happen; I already make a lot from the show - but yes, I won't get money and I'll probably sell the building to someone else."
"Oh. Yeah. Huh." said Frisk.
"But anyway, back to humans." Mettaton grinned, savouring the last word, wrapping his arm around the young girl's shoulder. "Look at that banner! Doesn't it just scream 'We can't wait for the new, human-filled year'?"
"Uh... I dunno." Frisk shrugged.
"What? What do you mean, you don't know? How can you not know?! You made the banner to appeal to the human race specifically! I don't know if it looks good; I'm not a human! So does it? You tell me!" huffed Mettaton.
"Hey, I was just tryina say that not all humans are the same." explained the child.
"Oh, are they not?"
"No. Do they like the banner? No one knows. Maybe they do like glitter and heart confetti? We're not all the same, see? We're all different."
"So you're telling me that you could've mashed anything together and at least one person would've loved it?" Mettaton asked.
"Hey, I'm not the human expert. I'm just one of them." she chuckled, starting to walk into the building. "C'mon, let me show you what I did. I'm sure you'll love it!"
"Yes, but will the humans love it, Frisk? It's all about the humans!"
"Just get in here and admire my work!"
"Hey! That's my line! Watch out, I'll sue you for plagiarising if you're not careful!"