I'm here, semi-queer, and ready to start this fucking chapter~
Frisk's stomach growled. "Are ya hungry? I'm sure there's a store not far from here. We are near a resort, just head up the stairs" She nodded and trudged the way up, and was greeted by none other than their favorite skeletal comedian. Frisk ran up and glopped Sans in a hug. "Good to see you too kiddo. Wanna have a bite with me?" She nodded, rubbing a small circle on her chest with an open palm. "Heh, alright kiddo, come on. I'm sure this place sells something edible" The trio stalked in, and were greeted with nice comments towards Sans. "When ya performing, Sansy?" He chuckled. "Not tonight, can't get these old bones up today" The dining area filled with small chuckles when a Snowdrake came to take their order.
Sans looked over the menu quickly for Frisk, knowing the kid had to be in the mood for a dessert afterwards. Frisk made a v with her fingers, placing her index finger on her cheek and twisting twice. Sans smiled. "Salad and Vegetable soup for the kids, and the usual for me" the waiter nodded and smiled at the group. Sans looked over and patted the kid's hand and awkwardly spelled out "So, what with the signs?" Frisk grinned and sighed. "I don't know why, but the memory of why I know how doesn't feel happy, but I like using them for some reason" He points to her, then bends his middle finger in while leaving the other four up and taps below his smile twice. Frisk nods.
After they had all finished, Sans headed back off to work, but not before ordering Frisk and Flowey two starfaits. Flowey pokes out of the front of the child's shirt. "Now that you feel better, it's easier to get around, huh?" She nods. Humans sure were strange.
"Why, what have we here?" The pair turned to the sound of a crackly voice. Frisk held up her fist as menacingly as she could. "Who's there?" Her voice wavered, eliciting a chuckle from the shadowy silhouette. "Hello, my darling" Flowey hissed lowly at the rectangular robot. "Mettaton." The robot chuckled. "Oh, I'm so glad to meet a fan!" He steps closer. "Except when they help the scum of the earth" Flowey scoffed. "Let's just get to the end of this" His vine extends and snakes it's way to the back of the robot. Where is the… bingo! Switch has been flipped. "Alrighty, let's-" Mettaton chuckled. "Did you really think it would be that easy darling?"
The two were drawn into battle. "Did you really have to purchase a fog machine for this?!" Flowey grumbled. "Flipping my switch doesn't turn me off, you fool. All it has ever done" The fog begins to clear. "Has helped me premiere my new body"
Frisk shudders at the newly formed being in front of her. "Ah, your reaction! Don't fret deary, that's how most react when faced with this much beauty" Well… that's a word for it, they supposed. Frisk turned to the sound of scurrying footsteps, and was face to face with a crowd of monsters, cheering for both parties. "Ah, do you hear that?~ It's the sound of the crowd rooting for your death" The ratings chart started to go down. Flowey scoffed. "You can't touch us!" The ratings shot up. What does he have in mind?
The robot, for some reason, sends a barrage of legs towards the floating heart, which Frisk barely dodges.
RING RING. RING RING.
Flowey holds the phone up to Frisk.
"Frisk! Y-you have to listen to us. Okay, I… I might have hacked into your phone earlier for informational purposes… but, I did install some new software! Do you see the glowing yellow spot in the top corner? Press it!" Frisk obliges, and breaks out into a grin. "A-after seeing how good you w-were with the game puzzles, I d-decided to give you a little surprise. Just t-take him out as best you can, I'll fix him l-later!" Click.
Flowey puts the phone away and pats his companion. "You got this! If you can get him out of commission for a bit, I'm sure Alphys can make him just like new again! You'll be able to meet the underground's favorite celebrity in all his normal glory"
Mettaton smiles deviously. "Now now, I don't like rude guest" He sends out a barrage of blocks and bombs, which the child shoots and ducks happily. This feels so familiar…
Flowey taps Frisks shoulders and points to the lowering ratings. Frisk does a heel turn and falls dramatically, hand to her forehead in fake distress, and Mettaton falters, his soul seemingly ejecting from his form momentarily. "You're doing great, Frisk!" She turns to the audience and gives her hips a little wiggle. The moldsmals and a few other monsters in the audience wiggle back.
"Oh, honey, you're going to have to do better than that" The robot's soul permeates through, releasing a barrage of bolts in it's wake. "Shoot his soul, just aim for it, and then Alphys can fix him, we'll be okay, I promise" She nods, and shoots. The pellets don't seem to do any real physical damage, but after so many shots, his arms failed him.
The robot shrieked, but regained his composure. "W-who needs arms… when you have legs like mine?!" Mettaton grinned, and continued on in some form of dance. Frisk cocked her head to the side, and dodged back and forth as blocks and bombs soared at her soul. Not getting hit really boosted the ratings, so why not give them a little more? "I bet you can't hit me even once!" She did a little turn and flashed a cutesy grin. The crowd filled with both positive and negative feedback. Mettaton's soul shined through once more before returning to his body. "The show… It will go on! I will win!" Bombs and boxes came down in a random flurry. Frisk shot pellets at the bombs and ducked to the side, not even being scathed.
"Woah! So close to 10,000, you can do it Frisk! Hang in there!" Frisk grinned at the flower's cheers and moved her pointer fingers up and down in a sort of see saw motion. Flowey nodded and bounced over with a starfait resting on his head. The crowd went wild. "My brand!*" Mettaton glowered as the child enjoyed the little intermission she created. "Okay, that's it!" Fewer attacks came, but they seemed angrier. "Do you really think you can beat ME?! I will make it to the surface, and become the biggest star! I will be number one, even if I have to take out some of your most precious idols" His heart appeared once more, but was surrounded by bombs. Frisk grinned. "This is soooo easy" The ratings went up, 500+ determination. Mettaton smiled, sending out bolts to hit the child who just kept shooting. "You can't stop me!" A barrage of legs came from both sides. Shoot, duck. Shoot, duck. Shoot, duck. This pattern went on for a few minutes before his heart was no longer protected. "You can't win!" Mettaton screeched before his legs blew off into the sky.
The crowd was silenced. Mettaton was shocked. Not because of the legs, but…
"Ladies and gentlemen. We have reached the 10,000 viewer milestone, and will now be accepting a call from one of the lucky Metta-lovers at home~" The announcer, a handsomely dressed cat monster ran up with a golden, diamond encrusted dial phone.
"Hello, darling. You're on the air. How's it shakin'?" The line was silent for a moment. "So… is this your last show? You're looking a little off today, and I've been sitting here, worried" Mettaton's soul glimmered again as he listened. "Be safe for me, Metta, I'm rooting for you!" Mettaton looked defeated at these words. "Oh… I've been talking a while, haven't I? I-I'm sorry… I'll leave you to it" Click. "Wait! Bloo-" Mettaton was crying. How could a robot cry? His front turned a flamboyant color of pink, leaving a black puddle surrounding him. "We'll take another caller!"
The phone lines erupted in fans rooting for the two, wishing only friendliness for them. "Mettaton! Be good to the human!" "Human! Help Mettaton!" Frisk walked over and wiped away the robot's tears. She placed her hand to her forehead, slicing it downwards, then points to mettaton, and makes a circle with her index finger and thumb while the other three stand up. Mettaton cocks his head.
Flowey bounces over and sits on Frisk's shoulder. "She's asking if you'll be okay" He reached out and patted the starlet's head. He smiled to the two children in front of him. "You know… maybe I'll stay here for a while longer. I'll plan a less violent way of becoming number one, just for you, Frisk. Won't you watch me when you make it up there?" She giggled and nodded ecstatically. Mettaton smiled and stuck his tongue out. "I think my battery is going out… I'll see you again, Frisk… Thank you…" His eyes turned into fading heart shapes as his lights went out. Frisk laid the torso down, and touched his cheek before standing to text Alphys.
*He's okay now. Can you fix him, please?"
A text came back instantly.
*Yes! I'll pick him up shortly. Undyne and I think you did wonderfully. You can do this!
Another text came in.
*YOU CAN DO IT, HUMAN! SOMEONE VERY GREAT IS WISHING YOU THE BEST!
Another text
*you're doing great. i'm rooting for ya, kid.
More text came in, making the child smile. Frisk reached up and hugged the flower resting on her shoulder. "Let's keep moving" Flowey nodded and hopped back onto her shoulder. Frisk has saved so many already, surely she could save him, couldn't she?
Well, this was pretty fun to write!
Sorry it took so long to, I was at a convention as Undyne, and it went pretty well until I started to chip apart, and spent an hour with a crush cleaning off all the blue. Thank gosh the paint didn't stain anything, though.
Later, Taters~
