Chapter 2
Author's Note: I'm bad with puns. Sorreyy.
Character: Flowey, Sans
Rate: K
-Undertale-
The world of showbiz, once you've entered the circle, you'll never be able to stay away from spot light. Yes, that's right. Especially when you're the first and only killer robot celebrity of Underground.
Walking onto that red carpet, his robotic wings glowing rainbow with idolic and fabulous spark of fame. The hope of all the ghost monster species, Mettaton, has descended from his throne and present himself ever so dazzlingly in front of the main stage. Eyes radiating with confidence, he turns his back againts the stage. The show has just begun. Though Mettaton knows all of the contestants, his judgement will still be carried fairly and squarely.
"And now, the biggest talent show ever, the blind contest. This is The Void!" serries of recorded applause rings at the background. Glitching sounds pop out twice within the 30 second recording. It was mostlikely due to the repetitive use of the boring applause sound.
The first contestant has appeared on the stage. An almost transparent apparition wearing his trusted headphone, Napstablook or Blooky, for short, is hovering above stage. A brief silence sinks in, the camera focuses onto him. Notes of piano introducing Stronger than You melody is being played at the background.
Blooky feels not certain. Few seconds into the music, the blank faced apparition gripped his ghostly mic and began wheezing softly, "Uh..." pause, "is this where I'm supposed to sing...?"
"Cut!" Mettaton orders. He quickly turns towards Blooky.
"Oh..." ridden with guilt, Blooky's color goes thinner and thinner as the judge's heels come closer to him. "Gosh... I made a mistake again..." he whispered, not sure if he even deserves to be embarassed.
Noticing the first contestant's striken down esteem, Mettaton kindly encourages the apparition, "Blooky, my darling," the spot light follows the robot, "everybody makes a mistake. Yet, this is the world of entertainment. Do you remembered what I've told you before coming on stage?"
"Oh..." feeling a bit reassured, his color returns, "...stay determined?"
The judge's face drastically went unpleasant, "No. That's what They would've said."
Blooky silently squirmed, his color fades again.
"Can you guess one more time darling?" the winged judge says with his sweetest smile to encourage Blooky once more.
"Uh... that would be..." the apparition is silent, he's wrecking his memories to find the answer.
Fortunately, unlike the Underground, the Void's Entertainment world has just begun, Mettaton is patient, and the audiences... whoever they might be if exist... are not as demanding.
So, when Blooky finalky says, "Stay... fabulous?"
Mettaton snapped his finger, cueing the only stage crew for the applause playback, "Well, no, that's not what I said to you either, but close enough darling. What I said is that you have to stay confident. Remember?"
"Oh... Right," the apparition nods.
Mettaton chukled, repressing his anger as he made his way back to the show's entrance. He took a deep breath, however, a self reminder to keep his cooler side on. He should've understood that building an entertainment company is never that simple, and being in his Neo form irritates his mood quicker as ever, "Well alright team, we should start over again. Alphys, my dear darling doctor, let's begin take two."
Alphys the former royal scientist slash the lone stage crew, glitches a few times in attempt for replying. Ever since arriving at the void, Alphys had lost her face, leaving her yellow dinosaur face blank with mozaic and data glitches. Fortunately, she manages to find an alternative; taking out her whiteboard she wrote affirmation to Mettatom, 'Roger that, Mett!' and put her hands over the sound and light system.
-Undertale-
Moments passed, the first contestant has been judged. Now comes the time for the second contestant.
The introduction has been made, yet the stage is still empty, nobody came.
Mettaton, the judge slash producer, roared in anger as he shouts at the second contestant who is busy working on machines not far from the stage's setting, "Flowey dearest! For the love of The King! This is your time! Can't you be more cooperative for once?"
Not caring, still busy fixing machines Flowey said monotonously, "Nope. Not interested. And I'm not anyone's dearest. Go say the second contestant died on crash drama whatever..." there's no way Flowey will join the entertaiment freakshow whatsoever. Too busy keeping the DT replicates running. But wait, what? Flowey stopped his track, his eyes almost pop out by sudden realization. He just gave the robot freak an idea, didn't he?
"Flowey my darling, that's marvelous!" Mettaton says, delightfuly squealing. "Doctor Alphys, change on plans. We'll go straight to the third contestant after the mourning announcement has been made. Oh... my... this sure will increase the ratings... Hm? Did you say we're out of contestants? There was only two all along? Argh!"
"Stupid freak." mumbles the flower, ignoring the current chaos happening on Mettaton's side.
One, two, six, ten, plenty reds, blinking from the macine's main monitor. Indicating more problems rising within its system.
"Ugh! Again?!" Flowey manifests his scary image out of frustation, "Where is that trash anyway? I can't fix all the system bugs on my own!" Flowey extracts more root tentacles at his disposal and begins working on other red blinking monitors.
"Welp--"
However the voice only irritates the former prince further, "About time, you trash!"
"Looks like someone needed a hand," Sans continued whilst grinning. He literally gives Flowey a lots of hands, Gaster's to be exact, following the burning blue skeleton closely behind.
The void scientist began taking over Flowey's work with ease. He tells the flower to take some rest, in which Flowey fails to notice since Gaster's way of communication.
Not that Flowey cares anyway.
Now then, Sans is gazing intensely at Flowey, grinning. Waiting for the flower to take notice.
"Not now trash. I'm--"
"Knock knock."
Flowey's jaw drops in disbelieve, "Seriously?"
"Knock. Knock." the skeleton repeats.
Flowey palmed his face repressing his overflowing annoyance, "Tch! Who's. There?"
"Orange," Sans replies, face eternally grinning.
Sigh, "Orange who?"
"Orange you glad I came in time!" the burning blue skeleton closes his line with a wheezing laugh.
"Grrrr!" Flowey on the other hand, bites his lower lips so that he won't curse at the burning blue, avoiding to become further entertainment object. "Ha Ha. Very funny. Just gimme my food!" Flowey strikes a tentacke to snatch the fertilizer inside Sans jacket.
The skeleton doesn't resist and let the former prince taking the loot. Though Sans doesn't expect any thanks, he feels a tiny bit of dissapointment for the lack of gratitude. Afterall, exploring the shapeless void is never an easy task, even with the experienced Doctor Gaster tagging along.
Yet Sans will be Sans. He's not the fussing over type.
The skeleton shrugs then sits on the stone nearby. He tilt his chin up, eyeing at the two souls inside a big enough soul container attached to the DT Replica. He notices that the once cojoined souls are now separated. One soul is upright, it was glowing red with wounded with dark knife slices mark all over it. The other is upside down, a dark red soul fighting over dark boiling color inside it.
Flowey, while chewing, reports before Sans can even comment, "Been like that for hours..." he swallows, "Systems crashed multiple times ever since!" the flower takes another handful of fertilizer into his mouth, "t'was probably Chara, they're the rebelious types," munch, munch, gulp, munch, "Frisk are the passive types... the boring kinds..."
Sans nods. He remembers how the said people refuses to die in many of his timelines, "Though, I don't agree with Frisk completely not doing anything." Sans eyed over the upright soul, some dark cracks starts appearing on its edge. Indeed, Frisk are passive, but, "They're the rebelious passive types, see?"
