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POST BIRTHDAY

Alphys was quick to fix the "bugs" in his one invention. He couldn't wait to make a female clone of himself. He knew exactly how. He would have to take one of his ribs out to make a clone female. Meanwhile, at Grillby's.

"I can't believe today is your last night with us. Do you think you could at least visit whenever you're free? We would love to see you outside of school," asked Fuku while she handled customer's bills.

"I don't see why not," smiled Frisk.

"I can't wait til we see you come on TV! I'm positive you're gonna be super popular throughout the whole underground," said Brent.

Frisk blushed as she remembered that if she becomes popular, she would give out fan service.

"Uhh, but Mettaton is a lot more cooler than me! You guys should stay faithful to her so she gets ratings as well. I mean, she is gonna be the one paying me. Might as well make her ratings sky rocket so she has enough money to pay me so that I can continue to do my job right?" nervously said Frisk.

"Well, of course we'll still watch Mettaton. I've watched her since my childhood. But it doesn't mean we can't watch you as well. We need to make sure we contribute to your ratings as well," said Naomi.

Frisk was about to hyperventilate. Her friends and family...will watch her on TV while she wears ridiculous outfits. She won't have her own personal shows, she's going to be guest starring in Mettaton's movies as a secondary main character. So she already feels pressure to measure up to the underground's one and only rising star. Just then Mettaton EX showed up dramatically at Grillby's in a synthetic pink and purple fur coat.

"Frisk darling! Can I get a moment of your time?" asked Mettaton cheerily.

"I can't just stop what I'm doing, Mettaton. It's a full house tonight and Brent, Naomi and I are just barely keeping up with the customer's demands. I've got three hours left until we close down for the night. Can you wait until then?" nicely explained and asked Frisk, giving her an apologetic look.

"Oh! No no no that's fine with me. I'm pretty hungry anyway so I'll order something to eat and talk to my fans while I wait. No worries darling!" smiled Mettaton.

"Thanks Mettaton. Here's a menu and I see one open table over there by that poster. What do you want to drink?" asked Frisk.

"I'll take a strawberry daiquiri," winked Mettaton.

"Okay I'll get that for you right away," rushed away Frisk.

Mettaton sat down and browsed through the menu. The only reason a robot like her is able to eat and actually enjoy it is because Alphys gave her a synthetic tongue with synthetic taste buds, an esophagus which is also synthetic, a synthetic digestive system and a fake system that turns food into waste that she expells when the food digests after 4 hours. After Mettaton decided on what she wanted, Frisk showed up with her drink, told her she'd either be right back or send someone else in her place to take her order, which Mettaton politely said okay to. She observed Frisk as she ran between tables, ran to the back and ran out to the tables while perfectly balancing the trays of food in one hand, silverware in the other. Everytime she did that, the customers clapped for her since they were always impressed.

"Hmm. She's a hard worker indeed. There's no doubt in my mind she'll most likely surpass me. If she does, she will become my boss. I wouldn't mind since I know she's a good kid," Mettaton said to herself.

The restaurant door dinged, showing a bunch of high school jocks who were popping gum in their mouth. There was a sign at the front that said "Sorry we are too busy to seat you ourselves but we are busy. If you can find a table or an empty chair, feel free to seat yourself. When you find a seat, ring the buzzer in the middle of your table for service."

The jocks did just that. The table Mettaton was at had exactly the same amount of empty chairs as the group.

"Oh my gosh! It's Mettaton!" said Jock.

The jocks took out their notebooks from school and headed over to Mettaton. She smiled brightly at them all as they sat down.

"We're your biggest fans, Mettaton! Could you please give as all autographs?" asked Jock.

"I'd be happy to, darlings. By the way, don't worry about buzzing the buzzer since when my waitress or waiter comes by to take my order I'll tell him or her you all just got here," said Mettaton as she laid out their notebooks and speedily signed all of them.

She handed them their notebooks back and they all smiled from ear to ear. Frisk ran to her table out of breath from all the running she did.

"Sorry that took so long, it's extremely busy," breathed Frisk.

Mettaton waved a hand to dismiss the worry.

"No worries darling. By the way, these fine gentlemen just got here," said Mettaton.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me. What would you all like to drink?" asked Frisk as she took out a notepad.

"Cola."

"Grape soda."

"Root beer."

"Water."

They all looked at their friend who ordered water like he was a nerd.

"I'm trying to lose this weight fellas," he said.

They all laughed and pat his back.

"Okay. Mettaton have you decided what you wanted to eat tonight?" asked Frisk.

"Yes I'll try the new item. Steamed broccoli doused with italian seasoning with a side of Fettuchini Alfredo. That sounds exquisit," said Mettaton.

"Hey Frisk. To make your night go easier, we'll all have the same thing as Mettaton. Besides, it does sound good," said Jock.

Truth was, he didn't want to burden Frisk or her friends since all of them looked disgruntled even though all of them put on their best service smiles for the customers.

"Okay. So a total of five new dinner items, a cola, grape soda, root beer, and water. Is that all correct?" asked Frisk before she took the ticket to the back.

"Yep," they all said at the same time.

Smiling as big as she could despite her fatigue, she ripped the page out of her notepad and handed it to Naomi through a window. Naomi yelled the orders to Brent. Brent put the broccoli on the grill, poured oil over it and smothered them in italian seasoning and added salt and pepper as well. Naomi pulled packets of alfredo out of the cooler, opened them and heated them in the microwave and poured them on the five plates. When the broccoli was done cooking, she scooped them on the five plates evenly. She put four plates on one tray and put the fifth one at the side of it and rang the bell which signified the order was complete. The jocks and Mettaton were sipping their drinks and talking about whatever when Frisk ran out with the tray and plate of their food. They were so impressed that they couldn't help but clap at the fast service despite them being so busy. Frisk smiled at them then ran to the back to grab a thing to put the dirty plates and silverware in. She speedily bussed the tables, went to the back, racked the plates, rinsed them off, and then shoved them into the dishwasher. She glanced at the clock and sighed relief. Only an hour until closing time. She looked out at the dining area. Every table had food, and were finishing up. Some people still hadn't paid their bill but were finished eating and talking to each other.

"We can all finally relax," sighed Frisk.

As monsters were finishing their food and paying their bills, one by one, they thanked them for excellent service, and one by one they went home. This gave Frisk and her friends the opportunity to start cleaning. As they cleaned up, only one table was still full of monsters, and it was Mettaton's table. They were done eating, had paid their bill, but were hanging out and talking now. Frisk asked if they were finished eating, gathered their plates and silverware, put them through the dishwasher, and began vacuuming the floor and mopping the back. Naomi was restocking the dress table station, and wiping it down. Brent was scraping the grill and re seasoning it with oil and spread the oil around evenly. He wiped the counters near him. Fuku counted the money they made that night and split it into each of her friend's paychecks for the night. When all of them finished, Fuku brought out a special drink that they didn't add to the menu yet and grabbed some glasses, poured the drink in. Frisk and her friends sat down at a clean table, they grabbed their drinks, and cheered for a job well done. Brent stood up.

"To Frisk, who will become the underground's number two and rising star. We will heavily miss our best friend, but we are grateful we still get to go to school with her," toasted Brent.

"Hear hear!" the rest of the group said.

Frisk blushed from the attention her friends were giving her.

"Thanks guys. Whatever I make, I want to give to Fuku so she can upgrade her restaurant and make it as fancy as she dreams it to be," said Frisk.

Fuku had stars in her eyes as she grasped her friend and muttered thank you over and over. Frisk giggled as she hugged her friend back. Sans came over to Grillby's in a new car. He walked in swinging the car keys on his bony finger.

"No 16 year old is complete without her first car," winked Sans.

"No...way. Sans! You're amazing! But I don't even have my license yet," reminded Frisk.

"Which is why you won't drive it without my supervision so you can practice and earn your license," said Sans.

Frisk glomped Sans and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her slim frame.

"Thank you, Sans," thanked Frisk.

"No problem, kiddo," said Sans.

"Awe, the couple is so cute," gushed Mettaton.

Sans and Frisk stopped hugging and blushed. Suddenly they all realized that one day, Sans would be their King. Jock gulped since he tried to pick a fight with him the first day Sans arrived at the school.

"H-hey, ? No hard feelings about that one day right?" asked Jock.

"Huh? Oh that? I completely forgot about it until you mentioned it! But yeah, no hard feelings bucko. You learned your lesson and that's all that matters," said Sans.

"Oh my gosh thank God you forgive me," said Jock as he became a noodle from stress.

"Just don't get saucy with me or Frisk," joked Sans.

"Saucy?" asked Jock.

"Yeah. Because your stress made you a limp noodle," winked Sans.

Papyrus came flying through the window.

"OH MY GOSH SANS! I FELT MY ELBOW RUMBLE AND KNEW YOU WERE ABOUT TO MAKE A TERRIBLE PUN! BUT ALAS. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WAS TOO LATE TO STOP YOU," shouted Papyrus.

Everyone lost it.

"WHAT? WHAT IS SO FUNNY?" asked Papyrus.

"You! Hahahaha!" laughed Frisk.

She nudged Sans.

"We're gonna have to make you and Papyrus your own comedic show where you tell your jokes and Papyrus reacts to them," winked Frisk.

Sans liked the idea, but loved his teaching job more.

"I like teaching kids. Whenever they try to tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, I prove my point to them using my fancy calculator and they glare at me. It rocks more than my pet rock with sprinkles on top," said Sans.

"Pffft! Okay Sans. What if your comedic show only aired on the weekends?" asked Frisk.

"Now that sounds like a deal to me," answered Sans.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT?" whispered Papyrus.

"Oh just that you and Sans will get your own show on the weekends when I become Queen," nonchalantly said Frisk.

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"WAIT WHAT?! REALLY?! PAPYRUS WILL BE POPULAR?" squealed Papyrus.

"Aren't you already popular for being married to Mettaton?" asked Frisk confused.

"Unfortunately he isn't popular for being married to me. My ratings have been slowly but surely dropping since my brother was put away. Before me, it was just him. And after I was made and made my first appearance, I was called a superstar wannabe copy of him. To raise my ratings, he said on TV that I was his sister. But after he was put away because I ratted him out, monsters just don't want to watch me as much anymore," sadly said Mettaton.

Frisk looked sad.

"That's too bad. Then, yes Papyrus. You will become popular. And so will you, Mettaton. If the monsters like what I bring to the table, I can surely help you raise your ratings," said Frisk with determination in her eyes.

Whenever she got like that, she made anyone feel like anything could happen for the better in an instant. But she felt like a failure in a way. It was Chara's dream to free the monsters. When he died, another human had fallen down to try and free them as well. They died over and over again until they decided they would stay dead and let another human try. Someone who would be more determined than cycle continued until Frisk came. She's the most determined of them all. But she's not their original Frisk. Sadly, their original Frisk is a weak, scared child who somehow got past the Ruins. Perhaps it was luck. When Frisk met her and offered her a better world, she broke down in tears thanking her.

"Well Frisk, tomorrow we go over your costumes and movie script. See this movie cover? I'll be playing as Delilah, the main character of the story, and you'll play as her sister, Mariah," said Mettaton.

Frisk grabbed the script.

"We'll practice our lines together first thing tomorrow after your school day. I just can't believe it's already almost Christmas. As soon as we do this movie, we're gonna act out a Christmas play live at MTT Resort," said Mettaton.

"Oh yeah. It is December. The 10th. So a week to rehearse our lines and act out the movie and air it, then another week to rehearse the play and act it out live," said Frisk.

"Yup! So we gotta work hard!" determinedly said Mettaton.

Sans and Frisk went home to their apartment, dropped Naomi off at her unit, and went to sleep as soon as they flopped on the bed together at the same time with Sans' hand resting on her back. Mettaton and Papyrus went home to their mansion and also fell asleep. Brent and Fuku cleaned up some more and shut down the restaurant, went upstairs and fell asleep. It was peaceful, until Brent's cell phone rang. Groaning, he picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked. He hadn't fully looked at the caller ID.

"Brent where the hell are ya?" barked his mom.

"I moved out and am living with someone else," said Brent as respectfully as he could.

"NO! I forbid you from moving out! If you don't get back here right now I will call Undyne and tell her to bring you home!" threatened his mom.

"No mom. Here's what's gonna happen. You let me live where I want, or you better sleep with one eye open as I will not hesitate to pour water on you in your sleep. I will not let you torment me anymore," growled Brent.

His mother was silent on the other line as was Brent. He heard a click and he turned off his phone and went back to bed.

"That was your mom?" Fuku sleepily asked.

He stroked her flame hair and smiled warmly at her.

"Yeah. But she won't be bothering us anymore," he said.

"She doesn't know where you live now right?" asked Fuku.

"She has no idea. She lives all the way in Hotland. I'm in Snowdin. She wouldn't think to look for me here," answered Brent.

They snuggled up together and let the dreams take over.

Naomi wasn't tossing and turning as she was having another vision of her mystery man. She had a placid smile on her face as she dreamed about whoever this man is. Frisk dreamed about marrying Sans, dancing on TV, and then she drifted and began dancing on air with Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, and her school friends. They were spinning around in circles. When they all fell down, each and every one of her friends turned into clouds. She was staring at Sans who held onto her hands. He slowly leaned in. Before he could kiss her, he turned into clouds as well. Everyone's alarms rang at the same time. Frisk energetically turned her alarm off, Brent sluggishly reached for his alarm while Fuku snuggled closer to him, Naomi angrily strangled her alarm, and Sans was pretending to still be asleep.

"Sans! You have to get up now. If you don't get up, you'll miss breakfast and you'll be late," said Frisk as she jumped up and down on the bed next to the skeleton.

Smirking, he pulled her down on the bed quickly and much to her surprise, he tickled her.

"Ahahaha! Sans stop it! We h-have to get rrrreadyyyy!" laughed Frisk.

Sans was laughing now too since laughter was contagious. She took advantage of that and slipped out from under him.

"Come on, I'll make you your favorite. Hashed browns smothered in ketchup,"winked Frisk.

That woke up Sans as he hopped off the bed, changed out of his pajamas and into his teaching clothes. Just to stir her up a bit, he put on his fake glasses. When he sat down at the table he picked up a newspaper to hide his face for a bit. He didn't want her so flustered to the point of messing up breakfast after all. After she sat down a plate in front of Sans, he lowered the paper. When Frisk came back to the table with her own plate, she silently freaked out as she watched her teacher/guardian/lover slowly eat his ketchup covered hash browns while wearing his glasses. Sans looked up when he noticed her staring.

"Is something wrong, Frisk?"

Frisk averted her eyes and blushed.

"Er, you uh, have some ketchup on your face," said Frisk as she looked down and shoveled food into her mouth.

"Is that so. Is that all you were staring at?" smiled Sans.

Frisk threw a biscuit at Sans in response. The biscuit slid down his face, taking off his glasses in the process, leaving a trail of butter in the process as well. Frisk busted out laughing.

"Careful Frisk. You may be on a roll now, but be careful," laughed Sans.