The Adventures of Mad Dummy and Temmie
Chapter 2-Gimme Dog Salad
Author Notes: I see you when your sleeping, I know when you're-no I'm not stalking you! But I don't see any favs, follows or reviews yet! And that makes me MAD MAD MAD!
Mako: Mad Dummy stop being rude! We actually got a fav, review(thank you Ordinary Weirdo for both) and about 45 views already. And Get Out of the author notes!
Mad Dummy: NO! This is My story so I'm going to be In the Author Notes.
Temmie: Hois~ Temmie is here to tell you all that Temmie loves Dog Salad! Can Temmie have some?
Sen: Awww here you go Temmie~
Mad Dummy: NO! *Swipes dog salad away* Temmie it's not lunch time yet!
Temmie: Awww *Whimpers* Temmie hungry though!
Sen: What the hell MD? Give Temmie-Chan her salad!
Mako: Sen and I do not own Undertale...
Sen: Also a bit of advice...never go to a restaurant with angry dummy...actually don't ever let him go to a restaurant...*goes back to fighting with MD*
Mako: Too late now...
3rd P.O.V
Ching chime ring the clock rang in the little household. Mad Dummy was looking through the fridge, grumbling as he saw the storage box empty. It only got worse as his friend scampers up to him, a sad look on her face.
She sniffles. "Mad Dummy! Temmie hungry! Can Temmie have Dog Salad please?" His eye twitches as the sound of her stomach rumbles through the house. "We don't have any food Temmie, so you can't have any dog salad." Her expression was...heartbreaking.
Slowly she plopped onto the ground, whining as the sounds in her belly got louder and more unbearable. "Grr stop that racket! I'll get us food, so-tennis ball!" Her expression uplifted the moment the green ball was thrown.
"Ohhh Ball ball ball!" With a sigh MD went to the phone, calling up one of the most popular joints in the Underground. "Hello this is Burderpants of MTT Resort how can I-" Mad Dummy was simply in no mood for conversations.
Immediately he tells the man on the other line of his demands(reservations for this afternoons lunch special. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can-" Once more he is interrupted, for the ghost monster was ready to explode in rage.
"You will give me my two reservations or I will be VERY angry. And when I'm VERY angry, I tend to be a bit playful with my knife. So get it done, me and my friend will be there within an hour!" He hangs up, just in time to take the tennis ball from Temmie's mouth. "Fetch!"
At MTT Resort...
Burgerpants sighed as he put the phone away. His tired annoyed face showing, other than the random call for the restaurant reservation it was a rather slow day, with the occasional glares and snobby attitudes.
He was a nineteen year old tabby cat, and he seriously hated his life right now. Working as an employee at Mettatons stupid fast food joint turned souvenir shop.
Why the hell did he receive calls or reservations for MTT's restaurant? He didn't even work in that part of the hotel! "Like, oh my god there he is~" He groans in annoyance and disgust. "Wow you're like so right Catty!"
It was Catty and Bratty. "What do you two want?" Those two girls were always getting him and his other co-workers into trouble. If they weren't flirting with him then they were blackmailing them.
And he was no exception. "Ohhh don't be like that Burger Boy~" Mentally he was cringing at his nickname. "Yeah like we came all this way to see you!" They loved to do nothing more than talk crap behind his back.
"Sorry I only talk with paying customers." For once he was glad about that tin can's annoying policy. However despite his protocol statement, neither monster were concerned, and this meant trouble.
Both were grinning up at the kitty cat. "We're here to make a reservation for lunch~" Bratty giggled. "We'll be back in an hour so we can eat so we want the best table in the house!" Burgerpants saw their manipulative smirks, he had to nip this in the bud...fast.
"Look ladies, it's not in my power to give you a reservation. If you want one, you'll have to talk to the restaurant manager, or to my boss Mettaton himself." Bratty and Catty cast the furball a mean looking glare. "Go to Hell!"
Knowing that they couldn't get what they wanted, the two ugly little sneaks stalked off with a huff. Searching in the hopes of finding another sucker to con. Feeling a swell of confidence, the cat monster pulls out a cigarette.
Lights one up and yells out to the girls. "Sorry I'm all out of vacation days~" He chuckled hearing their shrieks of rage. That is until Mettaton showed up. "Burgerpants! Get back to work!" Dropping his cigarette with a squeak he hustles and bustles about.
Managing to mention the reservation request from the phone call. "Of course we'll squeeze them in. Burgerpants set up the tables. You'll be waiting today's lunch shift." The rectangular robot rolls away, leaving one very pissy kitty, mumbling under his breath a series of curses.
The next half an hour was pure agony, as he moved the tables, cleaned up all the crap littered throughout the restaurant and even washed an endless clutter of dishes. He could see why no one bothered to apply at the joint.
Too much work, not enough pay. Only three other staff other then himself was there, another shitty reason for why he was always getting the calls for reservations and they were anxiously cleaning tables and bringing out menus.
Burgerpants absolutely HATED Mettaton for this, especially when he saw two oddball characters coming up. He didn't bother with sending greetings. "You got a reservation?" The little dog girl wagged her tail as she approached.
"Hoi! I'm Temmie and this is Mad Dummy~ We're hungry! Can we have a table please?" As cute as the pup was he knew that if he screwed up, he'd lose one of his last remaining lives. "Sorry kid but unless you have a reservation you can't-" The mannequin steps forward.
A scowl placed upon his face. "We DID make a reservation you Idiot! I called you an hour ago, now give us a table or else I'll get REALLY angry!" Yep Burgerpants recognized that voice.
Although he never expected these two to be the ones to order in. "Sure yeah, this way." He walked with a slump, he could only pray that this lunch could go well without issues. But he had a feeling that wasn't going to be the case.
With both guests sitting in their chairs, each were given a menu. Temmie was practically vibrating in excitement. "Ohh yum yum, Temmie wants dog salad. Can Temmie have some?!" The cat paled.
Dog Salad? He's never heard of it, let alone know if it's made here. Mad Dummy sent a knowing glare his way. "You DO have dog salad here...Right!?" Temmie was oblivious to the floating knives behind her. To save his fur he nods, much to MD's satisfaction and Temmie's joy.
"Oh boy! Thank yous~ Temmie can't wait to have dog salad! What does Mad Dummy want?" Now that his dog friend was taken care of, he glanced at the menu.
Not too thrilled with the choices. "I'll have the mettaton steak, and I want it medium rare. Give us two waters, make sure you put hers in a bowl so she doesn't make a mess." Not wanting to stay any longer, the cat monster takes the menus and runs.
His fellow employees right on his heels. "Did you see that!? That monster was scary!" Quickly they went to make the order. "I know right! That thing was levitating knives. Fucking knives! I don't get paid enough for this." Burgerpants was sweating profusely at this moment.
"What the hell is a dog salad?!" Neither him nor his co-workers had a clue. "Dude just put together some veggies and call it a special dog salad or something! Otherwise we're going to be on the other end of those knives."
At nearly the same time the burger, the water and the salad was made and ready to go. Pushed out the door the nineteen year old furball placed their order down at the two. "En-enjoy." A levitating hand caught his shoulder.
Just when he was about to run away. "No you wait here, if we don't like it, then you're taking it back and Fixing it!" Praying to every entity he knew Burgerpants waited.
Mad Dummy took a bite, chewing thoughtfully, and slowly, much to the waiter's irritation. "It's fine. Now Temmie how's the dog salad?" The little puffball was chewing, a small frown on her face.
"It's not good..." Mad Dummy started seeing red and Burgerpants started cowering as the sharpened utensils started to rise. But before anything could happen Temmie continued. "It's better! This is special Dog Salad~ Temmie is really happy! Thank you Mr. Kitty Cat!"
Her companion actually cracked a small smirk. "Good." Burgerpants could finally sigh in relief and got the hell out of there. Leaving the two to their meal in private. A couple moments of peace and calmness hit the employee, everything was going to be fine.
"We have like, finally arrived~" He groans. "Now like where is our table!?" No everything was going to hell! "What are they doing here?!" He whispered sharply to his co-workers, all of which shrugged. None of them gave them reservations.
It took 5 rounds of rapid fire rock paper scissors for Burgerpants to go out in anger and bring the girls to their table. "You got money to pay right?" Both nod, happy little smiles on their faces.
'The look of the devil...' Catty gave a rather big order of two glamburgers and a mettaton steak, while Bratty simply ordered a starfait. Burgerpants couldn't wait to get out of that mess.
Unknown to him however that those two had other plans then just waiting for their meal. Glancing with those little slits for eyes, they saw two others, both look like relatively weak monsters.
And so the annoying girls approach. Neither Temmie or Mad Dummy noticed as they were too focused on their delicious meal. Angering Bratty and Catty in the process. "Like Hello! We're standing right here." Both friends pause to look up.
The ghost monster narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What do you whores want? Can't you see we're busy?" Temmie smiles at the two in greeting. "Stop being mean Mad Dummy! Hoi I'm Temmie, but my friends call me Temmie. How are yous?"
Quickly the pair found who their target would be. "Like it's SO nice to meet you~ I'm Bratty!" Her cat companion reaches out a paw. "And like I'm Catty, we're Bfffs, wow that looks so totally good! What is it?" A smirk goes to the monster gals faces.
"This is yummy yummy Special Dog Salad~ Temmie loves dog salad but Temmie Loves Special dog salad more!" Mad Dummy was quickly getting annoyed with these little leeches. "Yeah so let us eat in peace before i turn you into Pieces!" He was ignored, much to his anger.
It rising all the more as they snaked around, greedily eyeing the still heavy plate of veggies. "That sounds like totally scrumptious." Catty licks her lips in unison with her partner. "Like can we have some?" MD growls, seeing what's going on.
They wanted to swindle Temmie of her food. Before he was able to tell them to get lost, Temmie shakes her head, surprising all three of them. "Nos! This is Temmie's Special Dog Salad, so only Temmie can eat it. Anyways dog salads are only tasty to dogs, you won'ts likes it too much. Temmie sorry."
Apparently it was the wrong answer because they took the plate, pushing the dog monster away. "Owchies! That not nice!" It was too much and MD went on a rampage, taking all the sharpened silverware and throwing it at the intruding pests.
"Get Out OUt OUT! DIE DIE DIEEEEE~" Temmie whimpers as she dives under with her special dog salad. "Uh ohs, Mad Dummy is mad again." She eats waiting for the bad sounds to end.
The con monsters run with their tails between their legs. "Like we're never coming back here again!" All of the employees were cheering from behind the door. "Totally! What losers." Burgerpants grins as he watches them go.
Especially with the fact that in their wake they left behind their wallets, and looky here, a crap ton of gold pieces. More than enough to cover their order and then some. "Grr those stupid whores! I demand to see the manager this instant!" The cat monster approached.
"You certainly showed those two something, gotta say I appreciate you chasing them out. So tell ya what, how bout we not mention this to the boss, and you get outta paying for lunch and a free doggy bag." Temmie pops out from under the table.
Her eyes glittering. "Ohhh Can Temmie have doggy bag? Does doggy bag taste yummy?" Now a little calmer her friend thinks over the offer. "What do we get in the doggy bag?" Burgerpants grins, a true genuine one, he was going to enjoy this.
He holds up the feast meant for two obnoxious brats. "Two glamburgers, a mettaton steak, a starifait and for my little pup pal, I'll even throw in another special dog salad. I've recently received a big tip so i'm in a generous mood to offer it to ya as an apology and thanks."
Speaking of puppy pal, the cutie was hopping up and down on her seat, pleading for Mad Dummy to say yes to the doggy bag. "Ohhh Pwease Mad Dummy! Temmie wants doggy bag!" A smirk escaped her friend making her squeal in excitement. She knew that look, he'd say yes with that look.
He was no fool, Burgerpants hints were more than enough to better his mood. "Well with that offer how can we refuse? Let's go Temmie." With a happy bark she leaps, her mouth taking hold of the bag. Both walk away happy. "Thank you Mr. Kitty Cat!"
Said kitty cat waves. "Take care little puppy pal." He pulls out a cigarette. "Come back anytime you hear?" His reply is a off to the distance bark, then though, the door slams open.
"Burgerpants get back to work now!" Dropping his puff stick, he scrambles to clean up the now evident mess. Place was a wreck!
the end
Sen: Ohhhhh Burgerpants! *hugs him tightly* I feel so horrible, from now on you'll be working for us!
Burgerpants: Um dude, let go of me, and what do i have to do?
Mako: For each and every chapter of this story you'll do the disclaimers. Basically Sen just feels really bad for you and wants you to quit at MTT resort.
Mad Dummy: Why are you hiring this Idiot?
Sen: Shut up MD! None of this would've happened if you didn't just give Temmie-Chan the damn dog salad I had given her before this chapter!
Temmie: *Sleeps. snuggled in Mako's lap*
Mako: Shh! *Whispers* Thanks guys for reading! If you like this please feel free to fav/follow/review as we always appreciate the support. Tchao for now guys
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