Alphys POV
"And she has, like, twenty on her wrist," Sans tells me. "Some looked pretty fresh."
"I knew it was bad," I say in a shocked voice. "But I never could have imagined that, she needs help." I look at my computer. "Let's see here... I can do something about those cuts, though I can't get rid of them: I'll just disinfect them a bit. As for therapy, I'd get the Dreemurrs."
"As in Tori and Asgore?" He asks.
I nod.
"Yup. The Queen is extremely good at being there for people, empathy and calming panic attacks whereas Asgore is incredibly skilled in the art of getting people to tell the truth. The both of them together could be the perfect remedy for Finch's depression."
"And what do I do," he asks.
"Well, as her boyfriend," I use the term just to rub it in that they're finally a couple. "I'd suggest that you stay there for her and DON'T get into any arguments with her! Fighting with her could result in her suicide."
He twinges at the word and I try to reassure him.
"Hey, it's alright." I grin. "That girl is obsessed with you! Everyone ships you, I've written an alarming amount of fanfiction and-"
"You did what?" He raises his...
(Why do I have to keep pretending he has eyebrows?)
*Sigh.
'eyebrows' and grins.
"N-NOTHING!" I declare. "IT'S NOTHING! So, uh, you wanna get ready for Mettaton's live show?"
He nods and I nip into the closet.
"Give me a sec."
I put on that black and white polka dot dress underneath my lab coat and step back out.
"Let's make you irresistible to your human," I smile widely.
We get into his house and he shows me the array of hoodies, jeans and shorts he has.
"Hm..." I rifle through them and finally pick out a pair of ripped jeans, a white tank top and a leather jacket. "These!"
"I didn't even know I had a leather jacket," he shrugs.
He changed into them and I squeal like I did when Mew Mew Kissie Cutie Two was released (only to be HEAVILY disappointed.)
"If you two kiss," I beam. "You two'd better do it in front of me, I'm not missing that for the world."
He tries to laugh it off but I see blush and beads of sweat on his face. We wait until half past nine and walk into the town square. I see Papyrus pretty quickly (he's pretty hard to miss) and we meet up with them. He's wearing a shirt reading 'cool dude' and a backwards cap. Undyne is wearing a black tank top, jeans and a red tartan jacket tied around her waist. Napstablook is with them wearing a top hat. Finch is wearing the things that I got her, only with a black pleated skirt and black, see-through tights. She only strikes me as the type of person to wear skirts on very special occasions. Her black hair is tied up in a French plait, braided across her scalp before hanging loosely down her shoulder. Hair hangs by her eyes, purposely left out of the plait. Her gothic, steampunky outfit makes me wonder why every emo in the town hasn't come and jumped on her.
"Hi!" Undyne grins.
Finch smiles and Papyrus waves.
"THE HUMAN, ASGORE AND HIS CLONE ARE COMING SHORTLY," Papyrus announces.
We stand around and chat for a while before the Dreemurr family approach us. Frisk is wearing a blue and purple striped shirt, goat ears and little horns adorn her head. I remember getting those for her birthday not so long ago. Asgore is wearing a Hawaiian shirt- I don't blame him in the midsummer heat- and Toriel has a short sleeved robe on which possesses the Delta Rune. They wave and bound over to us. I read Frisk's sign language conversation with Finch. She's learning basic sign language, Toriel gave her a few lessons.
'Is it true that you and Sans are a thing?'
"Where'd you hear that?" Finch smiles quietly.
'Just... around...' Frisk signals back.
"Maybe..." Finch says mysteriously. "Maybe not..."
"I can help you settle this," Undyne steps over. "THEY TOTALLY ARE!"
They giggle and Toriel beckons Finch over. They have a quiet conversation with Asgore, most likely about the therapy I suggested, and I look at Sans. He hasn't spoken a word, instead- his eyes are trained on Finch, a blush sitting across his cheeks.
"Aww," I grin.
He jumps and scowls, his face turning even bluer. He walks over to Papyrus and they talk. Suddenly, a loud noise surprises us all.
"Good evening beauties and gentlebeauties!"
We look up at the stage to see Mettaton beaming into a microphone. Papyrus lets out a little fangirl scream.
"Welcome to my big show!" There's applause and he waits for it to finish. "Tonight, I will be performing my top hit songs, having a dance battle with some of you and just being generally fabulous!" More applause. "To start us off, one of my original songs!"
He starts to sing one of his newer songs: 'That Moment When You're Fast Asleep But Suddenly You're Falling Off A Cliff To Your Inevitable Death' and I hear Papyrus whispering along with him. It's very sweet to see, Papyrus adds the odd 'nyeh heh heh' wherever he deems necessary. The song finishes and people applaud, Papyrus the loudest. Despite the majority of people's cheers being positive, there's still the odd racist yell of 'go back underground freak!' Or 'you don't belong here with normal people!' I have to say, he's grown extremely good at tuning them out.
"Next up," he declares. "My song and dance number: When A Human Fell Into The Underground!" He begins to sing.
'When a human fell into the underground, she began to shout. MUM! DAD! SOMEBODY HELP! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT! MY LEG IS BROKEN! MY RIBS ARE FRACTURED! MY BRAIN IS SEVERELY DAMAGED!
When a human fell into the underground, something that rhymes with damaged!'
People laugh and applaud, Toriel and Asgore share a glance.
"Who wants to sing with me?"
People volunteer and Mettaton calls up Frisk, Papyrus and a group of humans. They all sing the song, Frisk doesn't speak but she dances and enjoys herself all the same. The rest of the night is just as entertaining. By the time Mettaton gets to his finishing song, people are tired.
"This one's a slow one so grab that special someone!"
I walk over to Undyne, Toriel to Asgore, Papyrus to Frisk (though I'd love to see him slow dancing with Mettaton) and we look over at Sans and Finch.
"Don't be shy," Undyne grins at them.