Side Story: Date Night, Part 1

The television star readied himself in his fitting room, brushing at his short hair and watching himself in the mirror with a wink. Papyrus shuffled awkwardly into the room, causing the robot to watch from his mirror with a raised brow.

"UHM... ARE YOU SURE THIS IS OKAY, METTATON?" Papyrus tugged anxiously at the long bone-patterned tie that he had accidentally tangled up around his neck and looked up at Mettaton with an uncertain frown. "THIS THING KEEPS TRYING TO FIGHT WITH ME!"

Papyrus wore a nice dress shirt; it was a bright red that shouted its existence from underneath the fitted black suit. On the wrists of his shirt, he had the cutest skull cuff links. The tie that he had so gracefully tried to put on was similar to the shade of charcoal. The bone-print all along it was a shimmering silver.

"Oh, I've got you covered, darling." The heat rushed up to the robot's face as he stood a little too hurriedly to assist the skelebro with the tie. The brush Mettaton had been using was promptly abandoned, sounding a small protest in the form of a clatter when it hit the floor. As he untangled the bothersome piece of piece of fabric from Papyrus' neck to redo it, Mettaton peeked up and carefully examined the other monster's frame. The lanky skeleton looked especially suave while in that black suit. Oh, my. . . "Well, aren't you Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome!"

Mettaton had, of course, also dressed up for the occasion. He had thrown on his own sleek black suit with a pink tie, along with boots that came with platform-like heels, but most of the outfit was covered anyway with the voluptuous mink coat that he had slipped on. It was big and quite ostentatious; it could almost pass as a creature all its own with that much fur. All around the collar and the ends of his sleeves poofed outward with the fluffiest fur, looking all the world like clouds in the dusk; the remainder of the coat was sheared as close to the pelt as possible, all while retaining the sheer softness and shine. It was all-over very stylish. The robot only wanted the finest things Underground.

And Papyrus was indeed the finest thing around.

It was hard to tell why the robot felt so strongly about that. Papyrus was a little ditzy and perhaps a bit too bubbly sometimes. He wasn't the sharpest needle in the pine tree, but he still somehow managed to become the brightest star in Mettaton's sky. And yet, the skeleton was so damn dense.

"WOWIE, THANK YOU! I DON'T GET TO DRESS UP MUCH." Papyrus ran his hand across the top of his smooth skull and grinned sheepishly. He wasn't wearing his usual bulky-red gloves; tonight, he was wearing silky white gloves that hugged each of his fingers perfectly. Mettaton pulled away and examined his completed handiwork around the skelebro's bony neck; his mechanical heart leapt out of his chest when he watched the skeleton blush a faint orange. "THIS IS SO FABULOUS, METTATON. IT'S SUCH AN HONOR GETTING SO MANY CHANCES TO GO ON THESE 'DATES' WITH YOU! I THINK WE'RE BECOMING BETTER FRIENDS ALREADY!"

Papyrus was beginning to say the word 'fabulous' lately, and Mettaton assumed it was due to his own influence. It was going to appear in conversation a little more frequently thanks to all their 'dates.'

"Ah... Yeah. 'Friends,'" agreed Mettaton with a wave of his hand. He didn't care about being 'friends.' He wanted Papyrus on an entirely different level. "I'd honestly like to believe we're more 'boyfriends.' You know: Boys... who are 'friends.'"

"YES, WELL. . ." Papyrus scratched at his cheekbone with an index finger. Well, it did make sense. They were both boys, and yes, they were indeed friends. At that conclusion, the skelebro nodded enthusiastically and Mettaton couldn't help beaming happily. The robot knew that the way he put it was kind of deceptive, and that Papyrus was thinking the total opposite, but it would suffice for now. He would truly get the skelebro's heart one day.

Finally, Mettaton straightened himself and hooked his arm around Papyrus' arm, leading the skeleton to the mirror on the vanity. The robot checked them out in the reflection and winked, satisfied with himself. "My dear, I think we look amazing tonight. Now, let us head for the resort!"

As the two left the room and strolled casually along, making way for MTT Resort, Mettaton decided to strike up a conversation. "SO, my dearest Papyrus, what has been keeping you so busy lately? I haven't seen you for days."

Papyrus' smiling face scrunched up momentarily as Mettaton spoke. Had it really been days? Maybe he had been so busy with creating different pasta recipes in an attempt to please the King and Queen's taste buds, but he wasn't so sure any more. "AH, BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS BUSY! JUST LIKE YOU, METTA! I AM SO CLOSE TO COMING UP WITH THE PERFECT SPAGHETTI RECIPE FOR KING ASGORE. HE WISHES TO INCLUDE SNAILS IN HIS DIET AND WANTS NEW PASTA IDEAS. AND WHO BETTER TO ASK THAN THE GREAT PAPYRUS HIMSELF? BY THE WAY, METTA, IT HASN'T BEEN 'DAYS'; I'M PRETTY SURE IT'S REALLY ONLY BEEN TWO WEEKS AND ONE DAY."

"But a week has days - Never mind, love." Mettaton slapped his own face with his free hand and was about to say something, but kept his tongue in check. Why was he in love with such a handsome bonehead? "Well, that is just wonderful, Pappy. Would you like to know how I've been doing?" Both robot and skeleton soon made it to MTT Resort, and as they stepped inside, they were greeted by the small monster who stood at the entrance.

"OH, I'M SURE YOU'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY, SINCE YOU'RE FAMOUS AND ALL," answered Papyrus with a nod of understanding. He waved at the greeter, but was pulled along by the robot before he could get a wave in return. "I CAN'T IMAGINE THE EFFORT IT MUST'VE TAKEN FOR YOU TO HANG OUT WITH ME TODAY!"

"Ah yes, I've been dreadfully busy, love. It was so hard to make an opening for this date." Mettaton held the back of his hand up to his forehead with a dramatic sigh. It really didn't take him much; all he did was leave his poor producer behind and say that he was going to take the rest of the day off. He would always make time for Papyrus. "It's such a wonder my skin stays so beautifully hydrated despite everything!"

"UH... RIGHT! I DON'T REALLY HAVE SKIN, SO I CAN'T REALLY SAY WHETHER I CAN AGREE. BUT YES, YOUR SKIN IS INDEED BEAUTIFUL!" The skeleton stopped at the water fountain and noticed that there was a huge sign straight ahead that said 'CORE' in red neon lights. To the left of that pathway was a monster whose head was that of a huge hand. Mettaton examined his associate's hand. At least their nails were painted and manicured today. To the right, there was a sign that read 'MTT' with an image of a burger above a sliding door. "GEE, IS THAT WHERE WE'RE EATING?"

"No, Pappy, that's not where we're-" Mettaton raised a hand out to try and stop Papyrus, but was too late. The robot facepalmed once more and hesitantly followed after his date.

Papyrus had run over to the sliding door and watched with widened eyes as it opened up before him. "WOWIE, SANS WOULD LOVE DOORS THAT OPEN FOR HIM. HE'S TOO LAZY TO OPEN THE DOOR TO OUR OWN HOUSE!" He noticed there stood a rather unattractive cat creature in uniform. It looked like a cat, but it was difficult for the skelebro to tell.

"Welcome to MTT-Brand Burger Emporium, home of the Glamburger. Sparkle up your day. . . TM." The monster spoke in a dull voice and could be seen slouching on the other side of the counter. His expression quickly transformed into that of horror when Mettaton stepped in. "Uh... ohgod. Hey, Boss! What brings you in today?"

"Hel-lo, Burgerpants. Pappy, as I was saying, this greasy place is not where we're eating," Mettaton interjected with a stiff smile.

"WAIT, METTA!" Papyrus was too hyped up already. He jabbed an index finger at the menu that hung behind the cashier. "THEY HAVE A SANDWICH CALLED 'LEGENDARY HERO'? AS MUCH AS I DISLIKE GREASY BURGERS, THIS NAME CALLS OUT TO ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! CAT-BEAR FRIEND, I MUST HAVE THIS!

Mettaton giggled behind his hand and nodded when the skeleton turned with excitement to look at the robot. As soon as Papyrus faced the menu again, Mettaton locked eyes with the cat monster and glared daggers, adopting an expression that said, "We are NOT eating here, and so help me if you sell one thing to this dashing skeleton at all, I will cut your pay so badly you will be eating the crumbs off of my fabulous shoes for the next few years."

Or at least, that's what Burgerpants interpreted it as. It may as well have been that anyways, knowing his boss. His eyes twitched uncontrollably and he began to sweat bullets as he forced a smile. "Oh uh, hey tall buddy. This isn't the kind of place for you. There's a restaurant just around the corner that'll probably suit your taste better-"

"THEY HAVE A STEAK IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR FACE?! METTA, THAT'S AMAZING!"

"This food is uh, for babies. It tastes like baby food. Real gross if you ask me, especially with all the sequins. You could die if you eat too many sequins. Or uh, if you eat any at all." Burgerpants was panicking at this point. With each statement he made, Mettaton's face grew more furious and offended. What was the poor guy supposed to do? If he put down the food that his own boss came up with, he would get stepped on. If he didn't say anything and let the skelebro buy something, he would get stepped on. It was official: Burgerpants was totally beyond saving. "Just don't buy anything. PLEASE, BUDDY."

"Well, you heard the thing," Mettaton said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "This place isn't fit for you to dine at, Pappy. Let's go to the other restaurant."

Papyrus nodded hesitantly and followed the robot out of the fast food restaurant. Mettaton turned his head and narrowed his eyes at Burgerpants with a frown. He would talk to the incompetent worker later.

"I'm only 19 years old and I'm wasting my life away here for a boss whom I don't understand one bit. I'm never going to work for another attractive person again. Fuck my messed up priorities, and god help me." Burgerpants let out a huge sigh, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. As he took a drag of the addiction stick, he stared blankly at the entrance as the doors closed.

"Welp, guess I'll practice my acting some more."

A/N:

If I can go and get a super nice dress shirt from somewhere like EXPRESS or whatever, I would totally wear skull cuff links. Have you seen them?! They look so amazing. Oh damn, now I wanna go get this nice stuff so I can do a shoot with it. Please expect skull cuff links one day. It's such a tiny accessory, but I've been so in love with the thought of wearing extremely fabulous stuff lately. We all have a bit of Mettaton in us, I suppose. Even though I denied it for years! :D

*ahem.*

At any rate, I thought I'd do a quick side story because don't we all wanna know how Paps is doing while Sans is dealing with his own long-winded thing? I sure as heck wanted to know. Ehehe. :3

It's short, but I hope you enjoy! Please look forward to the actual next chapter, ahaha!

- LostInnocenz.

*** EDIT: My best friend is requesting that I complete this date with Metta and Paps, so how about I go and do that? It'll have to be in the next chapter though, so I'm super sorry! How many of you would like to see the rest of the date? ;)

Don't you worry, I'll get to Sans and the others after. I *did* feel that I went and left business unfinished, so per my Oreo's request, it is highly likely that I will make a part two for the sake of completion with the date. Still, it'd be great to hear what you guys think! :D