Hey Everyone! Interference in bold, puns and memories in italics, magic is underlined. -text- indicates either texts, or mental "talking". All Undertale stuff owned by Toby Fox, else me or a reference.
So, I'm studying abroad in a foreign country, have been for about a month already and will be for another month or so. I'm not done with this, I just don't have as much time as I have in the past, so fear not!
As you enter the studio, you can't help but notice the discreet little plaque beneath an oil painting in all the colors of the rainbow. For some reason, the sight of this painting brings you to tears.
Silver
Loud. This creature is loud, and shiny, and buzzy, and weird, and loud. So loud. Bad loud.
"-and I KNOW you've had quite the hard time, darling. Everyone's heard the rumors, I'm sure. Secret complexes and insane masterminds and daring rescues; you just can't make this stuff up. Well, I can, of course, but no one would believe it. This kind of thing is-"
-Why is the freaking calculator still talking to you, Silver?-
Usik's large hands lean into my shoulders, his chin on the top of my skull.
-Don't be rude.-
The pressure eased as Usik turned around.
-What? He's been talking for at least five minutes, Nessa, and still no sign of a point. Silver is practically vibrating with tension and fear, and that poser hasn't even noticed. I can be rude.-
Nessa bonked him on the head and pulled out one of the stools beside me.
-You're always rude. If you're going to be rude, at least be rude usefully. Get the robot to leave us alone.-
Usik's eyes gleamed.
-Fine, see if I don't. Silver, let me deal with him.-
I shake my head. He looks annoyed.
-Silver, come on, he's been yammering at you for ages. I just wanna spook him a bit.-
I shake my head some more.
-...no.-
He whines, leaning towards the controls.
-Silver, lemme at him!-
I reach under the table and pull the plug. The board goes dim, and he pokes at the keyboard in vain.
-Silver, what gives? I wasn't even gonna attack him! Can't you let a guy have some fun?-
I look at him, trying to think how to explain it.
-...he's big. Lot's of people know him. He was on the screen thingy. If he said anything to them, lots and lots of people would here.-
Usik looks less annoyed and more confused. Nessa seems to understand.
-It's about what the short skeleton said, isn't it? That people get scared of things they don't understand, and if we don't understand what we are, how could they? That's it, right? You don't want Mettaton telling the world about what happened, what you did.-
Usik's eyes blaze with magic.
-Why? You didn't do anything wrong. You helped us, we're happy, you're mostly better. Why shouldn't we tell?-
I look at the ground, one foot scuffing at the floor.
-...just because something is good doesn't mean it wasn't bad. You died, even if I didn't know. HE died. I killed him, and killing isn't good. Even if everyone says it wasn't bad, it still wasn't all good, and...and I don't...I don't want...I...I don't want to be p-p-punished any-ny-nymore.-
Usik looks startled and furious, and Nessa rushes over. Smooth scales slip through my hair, blue fins speckled with silver tears.
-Shh. Shh. It's okay, no one's going to hurt you. No one's going to get mad; we won't let them. We don't have to talk to him. He seems pretty happy to do the talking for both of us, anyway. Shh. It's okay. It's okay. Usik, go get Consolas? Thanks. Shh. Shh.-
Undyne
OKAY WHAT THE HECK? WHY IS EVERYONE BEING SO FRICKING PANSY TODAY? Well, not Chara. They're just spikey, and I almost think they deserved that. But why the heck is EVERYONE ELSE FAINTING!
Asriel is over there trying to get his Dad to wake up. And crying. Of course he's crying. Asriel is always crying. I'm just glad he's figured out how to work through it. Can't be having a weepy healer, can we? Well...we can, they just have to be able to move. And stars above can he move when he needs to. I swear that Boss Monster is the fastest monster I've ever known.
Papyrus is panicking, I know it. I'm surprised his gloves haven't worn off. He's usually pretty good in situations like this, and gods am I glad to have him to deal with people, but put him near too much angst and emotion and he shuts down. Honestly I think that's why he never made friends in the Underground. He's certainly gotten a lot calmer since then. Less...finicky. Still, this is...a lot. Especially with whatever's up with Sans. I'm surprised he's coping as well as he is.
Fatima's taken over Minori's attempts to get Silver to move again. Not sure if she fainted or just stopped. I'm not even sure where to start on her. Mettaton is...Mettaton. Dramatic, manipulative, attention-seeking, egotistical. Mettaton. Pink and glitter over everything, hypersexualized panderer to the masses, Mettaton…
Yeah, letting him near Silver wasn't the brightest move. But really, WHY THE HECK ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE? I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS! This kind of a crowd...I need, like, A PLATOON! Yes, I have Frisk, but...STILL! I hate dealing with the sparkly moron...crap. I have to deal with the sparkly moron, don't I?
NOPE! Phone, pocket, unlock...unlock...UNLOCK ALREADY! Sheese, I hate these new long passwords. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?
And...app, check. Girlfriend, typing...typing. SEND! Now, to wait. The skelebro's house isn't that far away. She'll be here before I know it.
Unspecified
The Ambassador of All Monsters, Frisk the Determined, shifted into another dazzling pose. If the gasp of excitement from the rectangle in front of them was any indication, this new pose of theirs was surely a winner.
"Oh darling, that is exquisite! Do you really mind if I borrow it for the newest show? You would not believe how hard it is coming up with poses for the less oversexed guests, and most human just don't seem to understand that there is so much more life than sex. After all, the most fabulous human I know is you, and you and I both know that the more...physical aftermath of flirting is so much more work than it's cracked up to be."
The human relaxed into something less dazzling, and wrapped a hand around the robot's frame. They whispered into his ear, and only a few words could be made out over the sound of wind through the budding trees.
"...fine...kiss...example...Asriel...advice?"
The whispered confidence ended with a question. The pixilated screen across Mettaton's chest snowed out for a moment, then settled into a bright, daring pink.
"Well darling, I must say that is a surprise. I never would have thought you would have a problem working up the determination to do something. Still, that is a big step, isn't it? Have you told anyone else?"
Frisk's eyes traced the unraveling threads of their jean jacket as they spoke, "Undyne. I think she's told Alph. Silver. You."
The robot let out a huff of commiseration, understanding, and annoyance buried under heaps of MTT Brand Sympathy, "I see. Perhaps...as much as I hate to say this, perhaps Sans would be your best bet? Annoying as he is, I doubt he'd tell a SOUL you didn't want him to, and if anyone tried to give you two a bad time, he'd probably do something. Glare at them, maybe, but something."
The expression of sadness and worry on the Ambassador's face...the star sucked in a breath, "Has that short-ass done something again? Tell me all about it darling, I want to hear, and you know I'll roast him if he hurt you."
Frisk's hands waved frantic appeals to stop, "No, nothing like that! He's just...something happened, and he got hurt. Well, kinda hurt. Not so much hurt as...made to be not good? Science and weirdness. Uncle Pappy's worried sick about him, and Mom's not far behind...I thought you'd heard? Didn't Azzy say you'd been hearing everything that's gone on here?"
Another huff, "Clearly not enough! Poor darlings, the whole world is caving in around you, isn't it? This really is dreadful...hmm? Oh, no. Just thinking about who I'd need to contact to get you all some help around here. As amazingly capable as Her Majesty can be, I think even her powers of caretaking have their limits, and I am absolutely certain this is it."
Frisk's face broke into a sweat, "Metta, no. Please, really, we've got a handle on this. Azzy and I are taking the semester off to help her, Blooky already told me you've finally got Dad to take some time off. Alphys is between projects at the moment, so she's bound to be here all the time. Maybe if Undyne wasn't so overworked...but it's all to do with Minori and Pers and Chara and Silver and everyone, so there's not much to do there...unless…"
The robot was oblivious to the glint of red in Frisk's eyes, "Unless what darling? Trust me, this star can work miracles. Spell it out and it'll be done in a SOULbeat."
Frisk smiled a chirpy grin, "Well, I guess that's true. But...I really don't want to impose…"
Mettaton leaned closer, "You'd be doing nothing of the sort. Tell your fabulous Uncle Mettaton, darling. I insist."
No going back now. The robot bought it, hook line and sinker.
"It's just that Fred...you remember Fred, right? I'm sure you met him and BP's engagement party two years ago, the short little cousin with the gorgeous blue eyes?"
Mettaton fritzed, "Ah. Yes. Him. Yes. Fred."
Frisk's smile intensified, "Well, he was telling me that their new building just got postponed again, and you know how Undyne is, she refuses to hire anyone else until there's enough space for them all to work peacefully. It really is criminal, how understaffed they are there. So much paperwork, so many requests and problems to sort out. If they could just get that building, I know I could convince Undyne to hire another few people to work the desks for her. But getting an entire building pushed through the approval process...I don't think even you can manage that."
The screen shifted into a large exclamation point, "Darling, you insult me! Not only can I manage that, I swear to you I will have that building approved, constructed, and furnished, free of charge, before the summer begins!"
The human's arms wrapped around the robot's chassis, "Oh, Metta, thank you!"