Frisk is woken up by a noise. She sits up, groaning. She looks over at the couch and finds the source of the offending noise. Sans is snoring loudly. She wants to throw a pillow at him but decides against it. Judging by his red face, he's still sleeping off that alcohol. Frisk thinks to herself, getting out of bed slowly. Good thing he's laying on his stomach.
She creeps towards him. As she watches him snore, she notices that Sans is probably uncomfortable as hell and sweating buckets. She decides to take pity on him and slowly but surely get his jacket off of him. She knows that that much heat isn't good for anybody.
She folds it up some and stuffs it under his head. That should be more comfortable. She thinks as she goes into the bathroom. She brushes her hair and picks out a pair of socks. She comes back into the room and Flowey is awake. She puts on her shoes and takes Flowey's pot. "Do you think that he's coming with us?" She asks Flowey.
"Maybe. I don't quite understand why but it'll probably keep us from dying. And why else would he crash with us?" Flowey says.
She frowns and shrugs. She writes a note on the stationary on the nightstand. It reads: Me and Flowey are going to explore a bit. We'll be back. -Frisk. Frisk puts the note on the bed and weighs it down with little statue on a shelf and leaves the room.
She pokes her head around the place and finds a fast food place with a uniformed cat-monster at the counter. The very same one who was controlling the saw blades. He looks like he's in really bad shape. His uniform is perfect but blood is seeping through on his right side. His face is covered in scars both old and new.
"Wow, buddy. You look like shit. What happened?" Flowey asks bluntly.
"I survived a beating from Mettaton." he says shrugging.
"Hardcore." Flowey says flatly. "And you're still walking. Kudos."
The monster smiles. "What can I get ya?" he asks.
"Oh, we don't really want anything. We just came by to see the awesome guy who gets to deal with Mettaton on a daily basis." Flowey lies with a pleasant smile.
The monster puffs up his chest with pride. "That's right little weed. I talk to Mettaton every hour on the hour."
Frisk looks down at her friend, wondering where he's going with this. Mettaton doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would willingly do that...
"You're the coolest guy I know." Flowey says, stars in his eyes. The guy nods in agreement. "What's he like?" Flowey asks softly, leaning forward slightly.
"He's a real heavy hitter. He'd hit you so hard, your grandchildren will feel it. Besides being so damn cool." The monster says. "I'm Burgerpants by the way." He holds a hand out to shake. Flowey gives him a leaf and shakes it.
"Flowey." then Frisk.
"Frisk" she says.
Burgerpants's eyes widen. "Whoa, you're that human from MTT's show!" he says, looking excited. "Can I see your scars?" he asks. Frisk lifts her arm and her sleeve falls back, revealing the scars. "I can't believe you survived that. You're stronger than you look!" he says. Frisk smiles shyly. "In honor of the most bad-ass human ever, I'll give you a glam-burger." Burgerpants says, putting quite a bit of gold from his pocket into the register. He hands her an already made sandwich and she blushes.
"Thank you." she says softly.
"Enjoy." Burgerpants says with a smile. Frisk nods and takes the cue to leave. "Have a terrible day!" he says as they exit.
They get a good distance from the door before Frisk turns Flowey's pot around to look at her. "What was that?" she asks. "Was that whole thing just because you wanted something from him?"
Flowey raises an eyebrow. "That kid has been working there forever. I just wanted to see if he would give us something for free. He doesn't quite get it when someone lies to him. Flattery always gets his goat. It will kill him some day." Flowey says. He regrets nothing.
Frisk frowns but there isn't really anything she could do about it now. "The only real way to get this world to change is to change their way of thinking.. Everyone here lashes out because they're in pain and have no other way to show it. If you show them that it doesn't have to be this way, they will finally be able to relax those fronts they put up." Flowey says.
Frisk nods. "When my parents left me at the orphanage when I was three, I had to go and see someone called a 'therapist'. We should definitely have them talk to one of them." Frisk says.
"What's a therapist?" he asks.
"A doctor that helps you with the stuff in your head. Like your emotions." she says.
"I think I would need one of those." Flowey says, eyes unreadable.
Frisk bites her lip and nods. "But those are for humans. I think our minds are similar but we're two totally different things." Frisk says.
Flowey nods. "It would take a while but I think your human 'therapists' can handle us. If they're anything like you at least." he says.
Frisk nods and they continue their exploration outside. Surprisingly there's a slight breeze.
"Lets see what we can find in that alley." Flowey says, eyeing the darkness.
Frisk shrugs. "Why not?" she says and heads into the dark alley. They run into two ridiculous-looking cat monsters that annoyingly finish each others sentences. When they see Frisk, they come at her with a knife.
"Give us all your valuables!" the tall one says. "And we wont hurt ya." the short one finishes.
"I have this glam-burger.." she says and hands it over. They snatch it away and pull it in half to eat it, scarfing it down like they're starving to death.
Frisk chooses this moment to back away slowly. "This is what happens when you go into dark alleys." Frisk grumbles and goes back inside. "Lets check out the elevator." she says and walks up to it. She presses the button but it shocks her. She falls backwards, dropping Flowey's pot. She passes out and the pot breaks.
"Dammit Frisk!" Flowey growls. He waits there, scaring away the monsters that start to walk over. Flowey pulls Frisk's phone out of her pocket. He calls Sans, waking him from his dead sleep.
"What." he growls.
"Curious George here touched something she shouldn't have and got electrocuted." Flowey says flatly. "Gods, she's so stupid sometimes."
Sans groans. "The elevator?" he asks.
"Bet your boney ass." Flowey replies.
He hangs up and grabs his coat. His head is pounding but he teleports to the lobby. She looks like she's been fried. He picks her up and carries her back to the room. He really wants to back to bed. He leaves the door open for the talking plant and lays her down, laying down next to her out of laziness. He falls back to sleep in a few minutes and Flowey closes the door, locking it behind him.
He sighs and steals a pot from a little cactus sitting on the shelf. The little bastard is prickly as hell put he manages to evict it. It's a little too small but it's comfortable. He looks over at Sans and gets a little jealous. He hops off the shelf, landing on a pillow like an expert. He puts his pot on the nightstand and wraps around her waist. This'll make him jealous for sure. he thinks to himself as he tries to for a nap. Sans's snoring sounds like a lawnmower.
About an hour or two, Frisk comes-to. She sits up slowly, looking around. "Did I get electrocuted?" she mumbles, rubbing her head.
Flowey nods and hops back into his pot. "You might wanna shower, you smell like fried chicken. I swear I saw Sans's mouth watering."
Frisk gets pale and quickly goes to shower. She changes into a pink turtle neck shirt and a navy blue pleated skirt. She brushes out her hair and gets ready to leave.
Sans wakes up about then, his head pounding still. "Looks like you're ready to go." he comments as Frisk slides on her backpack. Flowey hops into the backpack.
"Ready Freddy." she says.
Sans sits up slowly and pulls a bottle of mustard out of his jacket, squirting some into his mouth before putting it back. He chuckles and stands up. "Alright then. Lets go. You saw the door labeled 'The Core' right?" He asks.
Frisk nods.
"Lead the way." He says, motioning towards the door.
She nods again and leads the way. Its straight in between the elevator and the receptionist. Frisk opens the door wide.
"Fasten your seat-belts passengers, you are now leaving Hotland." Sans comments, lighting a cigarette. The doors slam behind them. In the center of the room, sits Mettaton. He's twiddling his thumbs.
"I really don't want to hurt you... I really don't like hurting anyone. But if I don't kill you, Alphys will destroy me. Unfortunately I will have to show you my EX formation." Mettaton says and suddenly folds out on himself kind of like a Transformer. He folds himself back in into a very feminine shape. He has long legs and four arms. His face is rather beautiful and his hair is jet black. He looks sad and attacks.
She quickly hops out of the way, shrugging off her backpack. "You don't have to do this!" Frisk shouts, avoiding his retracting arms.
"Yes! I do! I have to survive!" Mettaton says, looking desperate. "I cant leave Napstablook all by himself."
Frisk blinks in surprise. "He misses you." She says, instantly connecting the dots.
Mettaton starts to slow down. "He does?" He says softly.
Frisk nods. Yes! A distraction! "You must be the one he was in love with." She says.
Mettaton looks down, stopping entirely. "How is he?" Mettaton asks softly.
"Holding on. He misses you so much." Frisk says stepping closer.
"I see." Mettaton says softly.
Frisk steps up to him and gives him a hug. "This is from Napstablook" Frisk says.
Mettaton starts to cry. "I never wanted this.. This body... I've always wanted to be a performer but... Not like this..." he says, hugging her back. "And now my Blooky is alone.. I wish I had never met Alphys... Her words were lies. I am not happy... And now I have to live with all these memories...I didn't want to kill them.. But Alphys would've killed me if I didn't."
Something bangs on the doors they just came through. Sans leans against them to keep them from opening. "Looks like Alphys was watching." He says.
Mettaton rushes over to the security pad. His computing power was faster than her fingers. He locks her out. "That has saved you some time. You should get moving." Mettaton says.
Frisk comes over and grabs his hand. "Come with us." She says.
Sans rolls his eyes and the banging continues.
"I can't... Alphys will.." he trails off.
"Do you have a remote off switch? Something she can use to fry you or something?" Sans asks.
Mettaton nods. "I can't remove it. My programing doesn't allow me to even touch it." He says.
Sans comes over and pops open a back panel. "Can you sauder?" He asks the robot. He takes off a glove and his finger turns into a saudering iron. "Perfect." Sans says and guides his finger around the inside of Mettaton.
Frisk quickly goes and grabs her backpack. The banging is getting louder and more frequent.
Sans yanks the bit of hardware out. "I rerouted your power supply and your normal motor functions." Sans says. "You should he good as long as you try not to overheat." Frisk, Flowey and Mettaton have stars in their eyes.
"I didn't know you could do that..." Frisk says.
Sans looks at her and smiles, his gold tooth glinting in the spotlight. "There's a lot you don't know about me kid." He says.
"We should go now." Mettaton says pushing them towards the exit. "The mini MTT bots will make short work of that door."
Frisk rushes towards the door and Mettaton welds it shut behind them. There's a save point right inside the door. She touches it. Mettaton's willingness to help them fills her with Determination.