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METTATON GOES LOCAL
After the movie had been through the processes, they put it in theaters. After they put it in theaters, they put it on the shelves in stores. Everyone, because of the mind control, went and saw the movie and then bought it off the shelves. The ratings went above 9000, but just barely. Mettaton was excited, but Frisk knew she had to talk to Mettaton about making time to spend with the monsters in the underground. It takes at least one year to build a good friendship. That's how long it will most likely take for Mettaton to become friends with the whole underground. It might take longer considering the population of monsters tripled. It was all thanks to Frisk's matchmaking services she held in the past. She was always quite the expert in flirting.
"Heh, I still remember when I first flirted with the dummy. Toriel was so confused, but was happy with me anyway," Frisk though to herself, causing herself to smile.
She then thought of how she had first flirted with every monster, including the females, except for Sans. Though he smelled and acted different from the Sans that tormented her, she still couldn't bring herself to flirt with him. He was chill about it though. He would just shrug and drink his ketchup. Because he was so chill about everything, that's what made him so approachable and eventually, desirable. She flirted with Papyrus because he literally looked way different than the other Papyrus. Plus, he's a cinnamon roll. Flirting with him was easy. The only difference between this Papyrus and the evil one, is that the evil one can cook like a pro.
"Hey Mettaton, I was thinking, what if you made events in different parts of the underground to give back to the fans. If you spent time with the underground, they'll want to be your friend for sure," said Frisk.
"But Frisk, by these ratings, it seems I have nothing to worry about!" said Mettaton.
Frisk showed her the mind control device on her phone, and Mettaton felt like an idiot.
"I'm sorry, Mettaton. I wasn't trying to trick you or anything, I just wanted to make sure the ratings happened," apologized Frisk.
"Why couldn't you have just found a way like you usually do with things?" asked Mettaton.
"I did. I tried a thousand different things. It never happened every other time because you never got close to the other monsters. Friendships are formed over long periods of time, so in order to get the ratings this quick, this is what I could come up with. This was a temporary fix, Mettaton. I want to help you become friends with the underground like your brother once was. Before he was a star, he was a popular ghost. I'll help you if you let me," said Frisk.
Mettaton felt a surge of Frisk's determination rub off on her. She clenched her metallic fists and smiled determinedly.
"Okay. Let's do it," said Mettaton.
"After the Christmas play though. I'll use the device again if you want me to," said Frisk.
"No darling. I want to see how many ratings we get without it first," said Mettaton.
"I understand."
They spent the next week preparing and getting ready for the play. When the day came for it, the whole underground was gathered in front of a huge stage at MTT Resort.
"Wow, I can't believe Frisk's movie with Mettaton sold as much as it did. After watching it again today, I wondered what I saw in it initially. The only good thing about that movie was the co-star, Frisk," said a monster in the crowd.
Everyone, except for a few Mettaton fans, felt the same way. The red and green lights began flickering in a rhythmic sensation while the music started playing. Frisk came out onto the stage first.
"I can't, believe, the underground, is here with me. Tell me, will I, get to, see Santa?" sang Frisk.
A monster dressed up as Santa appeared.
"Ho ho ho! I am Santa Claus!"
Frisk gasped and pranced up to Santa.
"Santa, take my, wish list, for you see, I've been, a good girl. Will you, please help me?"
"Little girl...hear me now...I, Santa Claus...will make whatever you want," sang the monster.
The actor looked at the list and laughed the Santa laugh.
"You want me to make sure everyone, including the naughty kids, to have gifts this year? But dear, the naughty kids get coal!"
Then, Mettaton made her appearance.
"Oh my goodness! It's the underground's superstar, Mettaton! My hero!"
Everyone rolled their eyes. Frisk saw this, and decided it would be best to improvise from here on out. She gave an apologetic look as she got ready to say what she thought of.
"At least she would be if she was even good at what she did!"
"Reverse psychology. If I do this right, the underground will start to defend her silently. They will learn tonight to appreciate what they have as their main source of entertainment," thought Frisk.
Mettaton's mouth dropped in shock.
"Excuse me?" sang Mettaton.
"You heard me! You're on every single program, but you cannot seem to do anything right!" sang Frisk.
The monster playing as Santa Claus looked confused, but knew he would have to go along with it since the show must go on.
"Francine, you've gone too far, now you're on the naughty list!" sang Santa Claus.
"How can I be naughty if I'm singing the truth?"
"Because you're tearing poor 's heart!"
Mettaton was close to tears. Frisk looked over the crowd, and everyone seemed to be into it. She could tell they were silently defending Mettaton. Now, to push Mettaton over a little bit.
"I don't care, what you say! My word is final! No one likes Mettaton. She will never be, what her brother was. I say bring him out of jail and make him the star!"
Tears fell from Mettaton. Now, to bring it back.
"Oh my. Mettaton, did I hurt your feelings?" Frisk asked in a concerned tone.
"I am well beyond hurt! You brought out my fears in front of the underground. You told me no one likes me. You said to bring my brother out of jail even though he hurt you physically and emotionally! I felt as if I was being stabbed in the heart. Am I really not appreaciated? Should I just give up?" cry-sang Mettaton.
By now, the crowd was in tears as well. Perfect.
"Hmm. How about this. I still don't know you well enough to judge you fully. So how about we spend time together since I don't have anyone to spend Christmas with? Let me get to know you, so I can learn to appreciate you!" said Frisk.
"Francine, you'll really give me that chance to prove myself?"
"Sure! After all, I was pretty naughty to say such things to you. So, I'm sorry for hurting you, Mettaton. Santa Claus!" sang Frisk.
"Yes naughty girl?"
"Even though I'm naughty this year for hurting Mettaton, would you please grant me one wish this year?"
"Depends on what it is!"
"I wish for Mettaton to have many gifts, Christmas cheer, and for many friends!"
"It shall be done!"
A bunch of monsters dressed up came on the stage and everyone on stage started dancing in sync while holding hands. When the play ended, everyone clapped and cheered. Sans, Toriel, and Undyne were deeply impressed by what Frisk did.
"Mettaton! I, like, totally under appreciated you when all you've been doing was trying the best you could. I'm so sorry!"
A bunch of monsters in that crowd openly apologized to Mettaton and hugged her. Mettaton was in shock.
"Frisk, did you use that mind control device?" asked Mettaton.
"If I did, I would have gone with the script you gave me. I used pure acting alone to help you out," curtsied Frisk.
"You are a genuis!"
Frisk smiled while Mettaton EX squeezed her with a hug.
"Well, a promise is a promise Frisk. I'll buy that house for you and hire professional movers to get you guys back in that house. You'll be going there tomorrow afternoon," said Mettaton.
"Awesome!" cheered Frisk.
Mettaton handed her a million gold.
"This isn't for the house. This is for you and Sans to enjoy," winked Mettaton.
But Sans already knew what Frisk was going to do with that money.
"You want us to build a daycare center in your high school?" asked the head of construction.
"Yes. As soon as possible please. I have a friend who's expecting, and she wants to still be able to go to school," said Frisk.
"Alright, that's going to be five thousand gold."
Frisk narrowed her eyes.
"No it's not! It's only one thousand gold!" said Frisk.
"Awe come on, you're working with Mettaton. You can't give us five thousand?"
"First off, just because I'm making good money doesn't mean I'm gonna just give it away. I could lose my job at any point, and the house my guardian and I are moving back in is super expensive. Secondly, I don't know you well enough to just give you money. For all I know you frequently scam monsters to make extra gold and could be swimming in it at home," said Frisk.
He sighed and accepted the normal amount of gold it costs to build a daycare center.
"It'll be done in a month."
Frisk looked at their cheat sheet for remembering how long jobs take. It said for a daycare, it should take 2 months if one person is working on it. 1 month if 3 monsters are working on it together.
"How many monsters are gonna build it with you?" asked Frisk.
"My two top builders of course."
Frisk nodded her head and left.
"Okay Mettaton. It says here in this flier that the flower shop needs help decorating. Do you think you'll be up for it? It'll definitely help you gain friendship with the flower shop owner and her workers," said Frisk.
"If anything, that's perfect!"
"Now remember, listen to what the owner wants done. Listening is key in any relationship. Got it?"
"Of course," said Mettaton.
She was kinda sad because she had an awesome idea for the decorations. She was gonna make it all pink and sparkly. The next day, Mettaton walked into the flower shop.
"Hello, can I speak to your manager?" asked Mettaton as politely as she could.
The employees faked a smile the best they could, simply because it was their job.
"Sure. Miss Melinda! Mettaton's here to see you!"
The employers didn't like the idea of Mettaton helping with decorating the store since everything about her was girly colors and sparkly. Melinda came out to speak to Mettaton.
"Yes, Mettaton what can we help you with?" asked Melinda.
She tried not to sound annoyed but flinched when she knew she sounded annoyed. Mettaton noticed and became a little nervous.
"I would like to help decorate your store," said Mettaton.
"Are you gonna do it yourself or are you gonna 'hire people to do it for you'?" asked Melinda who was now clearly annoyed.
"I wanted to do it myself, if that was okay with you. What do you want done? Tell me, and I can do it," said Mettaton.
Melinda and her workers were not expecting Mettaton to want to help anyone without hiring people to do things for her. Melinda had to push her glasses back up on her face since the surprise made them fall. She wanted to test out this new Mettaton. She originally just wanted the store painted lilac with some window decorations, but now she wanted more.
"I want so much done, that I'll tell you one at a time. So for now, I want you to paint the walls lilac. The paint cans are in the back. Oh, that outfit you're wearing will make customers feel uncomfortable. Please change into a uniform and remove all that glitter," stoically said Melinda.
Mettaton almost lost her cool for a moment. No one has ever told her to get rid of her glitter filled clothes. But, in order to make friends with the underground, she has to bend every which way for them. For now at least, until they get their frustrations out. So Mettaton smiled as brightly as she could.
"Okay. Thanks for letting me help you!"
Mettaton hopped off to the back to get changed. Then, she came back out with the paint. She carefully removed the shelves on the walls and moved tall shelves away from the walls. She also removed pictures off the walls and set them aside. She then laid down newspaper on the floor so the paint wouldn't stain the beautiful carpet. The carpet was as white as snow. If she stained it by accident, she could kiss the friendship with the shop keeper and her workers goodbye.
"It's okay. Just relax. Hum some of your music to yourself to ease your nerves," Mettaton thought to herself.
Monsters soon flooded the outside of the store to take pictures of Mettaton and poke fun at her.
"Oh my gosh! Mettaton has stooped low! Look at her, wearing that lame uniform," laughed some of the monsters.
Mettaton mistook this attention for fans being excited to see her. But then she remembered Frisk's warning.
"You might get some attention for being there working. Keep in mind that if they're laughing, it's not good attention. If there's no laughing, then it's good attention," Frisk said.
These monsters were laughing. She suddenly felt like crying. She glanced at Melinda and the workers. They weren't glaring at her, but they weren't smiling either. Mettaton sighed. No one was happy with her. It was because she had put her brother behind bars. But shouldn't the Christmas play have cleared that up? She had revealed on stage that her brother had harmed Frisk. It seemed not every monster cared and were selfish. Why would she want to be friends with monsters who were selfish? Oh, that's right. Because if she wants to keep her job as a superstar, she needs the friendships for ratings.
"I'll fake it to make it then. I'll act as happy as I can, and I'll never show them my weak side," Mettaton thought to herself.
Right then and there, she silently challenged the underground to give it their best shot. She vowed she would make everyone love her, even if it wasn't the real her. This was just to save her job. Her real friends are Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Toriel, and Alphys. Every other monster could suck on Nice Cream and get brain freeze for all she cared. If they didn't care about Frisk, their future Queen being tormented, she wouldn't care for them in return. She looked away from the window to focus on painting the walls lilac. Taking her time, she masterfully painted the walls while humming one of her songs she liked the most. Melinda snuck up behind her and yelled,
"No humming! You're a distraction!"
"Of course, Miss Melinda! I'm terribly sorry," cheerfully apologized Mettaton.
"Huh? Oh, uh, it's fine. Just don't do it again," said Melinda quietly.
She was expecting Mettaton to get all upset, but she didn't. Melinda hadn't prepared herself for that twist of events. The monsters who were laughing at Mettaton grew bored since they weren't getting a reaction out of her and walked away. It was almost closing time, and Mettaton was halfway done with painting the walls.
"In case I don't finish by closing time, do you want me to come in right when you open tomorrow to finish it?" asked Mettaton.
"Why would you leave the store? You're a robot. You don't need sleep. Even if you do, if you leave, you're fired," said Melinda.
Mettaton wanted to protest, but she kept her mouth shut. Shakily, she formed a smile on her face, turned towards Melinda and said,
"That's even better! I was hoping you would let me stay to finish the job. What do you want me to do if I finish before you open?"
Melinda's eyes grew big. Again, she didn't expect this attitude.
"Why isn't she upset I won't let her go home?" wondered Melinda.
She was starting to respect Mettaton. She wasn't ready to admit to it yet.
"If you finish early, decorate the windows with stickers. They're in my office. If you finish that before I open, you can take an hour break. Do you eat?" asked Melinda.
There was a new softness in her tone, especially on the last part.
"Yes. invented me with a digestive system, so I often do get hungry like everyone else," softly replied Mettaton.
Melinda nodded.
"I'll bring you some breakfast tomorrow then. Good night. Don't slack off until you finish the walls and windows though!" Melinda barked out the last sentence.
"Phew! For a second I was going soft," Melinda thought.
Mettaton smiled deviously when Melinda left and locked the door.
"Already, she's starting to come to like me. I knew acting positive all the time would do the trick!" laughed Mettaton.
Mettaton started full blown singing her songs as loud as she could in defiance to Melinda's previous chastising. She felt childish but it made her feel good to rebel.
"Is this what kids feel like when they disobey their parents?" wondered Mettaton.
Papyrus called her. She stopped singing to see her husband was calling her. She noticed she had a little bit left to do of the walls, so she answered the phone.
"Hey honey," answered Mettaton.
"HEY DARLING! WHERE ARE YOU?" asked Papyrus.
Ah, how she loved hearing his energetic voice.
"At the flower shop decorating. Melinda needed me to stay overnight since she needs the decorations done as soon as possible," said Mettaton.
"OH! OKAY THEN. SORRY TO BOTHER YOU. I LOVE YOU, METTATON," said Papyrus.
Mettaton giggled.
"I love you too, Papy," said Mettaton.
Papyrus then hung up the phone and he went to bed. Alone. He ended up crying himself to sleep since he wasn't used to sleeping alone like he used to before Mettaton EX was built. He felt sort of nostalgic. He remembered sleeping in his old race car bed. He decided to take a trip to his old house in Snowdin. When he got there, he was surprised the front door was unlocked. He walked in, went up to his old room, and found Frisk sleeping in the middle of the floor!
"FRISK! HUMAN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Papyrus shook Frisk.
"Hn? Papyrus? What're you doing here? I'm fine," asked Frisk.
"METTATON IS WORKING OVERNIGHT AT THE FLOWER SHOP AND SLEEPING ALONE MADE ME REMEMBER MY OLD ROOM. SO I WAS GONNA COME SLEEP IN HERE TONIGHT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"Well, Sans and I will be moving back in here tomorrow so I wanted to get used to sleeping in here again," said Frisk with a smile.
Papyrus sat down on the floor.
"You and Sans are moving back in here?" quietly asked Papyrus.
His voice is usually so hyper and energetic. Frisk has never heard Papyrus' voice get this low before in her life down here.
"Uh huh. Why what's up?"
Papyrus fidgeted a bit.
"I don't love Mettaton romantically anymore. I used to, when we first got married. But as the years passed, I realize I only love her as a good friend now. I want to divorce her, but I don't know how she'll take it, since she's struggling with her career right now," confessed Papyrus.
"Why did you fall out of romantic love?" asked Frisk.
"Sort of because how selfish she is. She rarely thinks about me, when I constantly think about her," said papyrus.
Frisk nodded.
"Why don't you get counseling instead and see if you can feel romantic love for her again?" suggested Frisk.
"That won't happen," said Papyrus very low.
"Why?"
Papyrus turned to face Frisk, and he grabbed her shoulders.
"Because I love you now," confessed Papyrus.
Frisk's eyes got wide. Never in a million years would she expect Papyrus to like her like that, especially since when she was 10 and they dated, he revealed he thought he had to date her since she flirted with him. Frisk gently pushed him off.
"No you don't Papyrus. Besides, I'm engaged to Sans," Frisk said while showing him her ring.
Papyrus pushed Frisk down.
"I DON'T CARE! I'LL SHARE YOU WITH HIM IF I HAVE TO," yelled Papyrus.
He forcibly kissed Frisk while she screamed under him. She tried to push him off her, but he was a well built skeleton and was heavy. He wasn't the same lanky teen he was when she met him. He was now an adult and he was built like one now. Papyrus eventually stopped kissing her. Frisk slapped Papyrus. In return, Papyrus kissed her again and trailed kisses all the way from her face to her stomach. She didn't like what was happening. She thought of Papyrus as her brother. She feels so violated. Then, a portal opened. Sans came with Core Frisk.
"SANS! FRISK?"
Sans' left eye was glowing. He was really angry with his brother.
"Hands off my girl...bro," growled Sans.
"PFFT. WHAT'S MY LAZY BROTHER GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?"
Sans summoned several Gaster blasters, all aimed at Papyrus.
"If you don't get off her now, I will blast you," threatened Sans.
Normally his attack is at 1, but he is so angry right now that his attack is at 10. So each attack would do a lot of damage to Papyrus. Slowly, he got off Frisk. Core Frisk walked up to Papyrus.
"Because you violated Frisk, Mettaton won't want to be married to you anyway, even if you offered counseling. She may love you, but she wants to protect Frisk more. Undyne will want to put you behind bars for a good chunk of your life, which will be 50 years behind bars," said Core Frisk.
"WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY AM I HERE IN MY OLD HOUSE?" asked Papyrus in a scared voice.
Frisk and Sans whipped their heads around in surprise.
"You don't remember anything?" asked Frisk.
"NO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT OR WHY THIS GRAY VERSION OF YOU IS TELLING ME I'M GOING TO JAIL!" whimpered Papyrus.
Frisk felt a presence, then she got really upset.
"Chara! Did you possess Papyrus?" asked Frisk.
"Yeah, sorry. I was bored and wanted to prank you," Chara showed himself.
"You almost got Papyrus in a lot of trouble! Shame on you!" yelled Frisk.
"Besides, you basically made out with your neice," said Core Frisk thoughtfully.
"She may be my neice, but she sure is cute! I loved kissing her," Chara said licking his lips.
Frisk shuddered and so did the others.
"Just don't do that again," said Frisk.
Chara decided to possess Sans to kiss Frisk another time. Sans and Frisk made it back to their apartment which was nearly empty, except for their bed.
"Hey, Frisk. Are you gonna sleep alone again when we get back to the old house?" asked Sans.
Frisk thought about it. Before he proposed, they were just good friends who teased each other and flirted in a smart way. She liked sleeping with Sans, and a good chunk of the underground already knew they were engaged.
"I don't know. If we shared the bed, which room would we sleep in and what would we turn the other room into?" asked Frisk.
"A library, duh," winked Sans.
Sans and Frisk both loved reading. Sans already had a lab, so he would love a library.
"In a couple years, we will be getting married, so I don't see why not," blushed Frisk.
Sans hugged Frisk and gave her a noogie.
"You're a real sport, kiddo," said Sans.
"Hahaha! Sans, stop it!" laughed Frisk.
Chara flew into Sans' body, gently turned Frisk to face him, and went half lidded. Frisk blushed furiously.
"Uh, Sans? What're you doing?"
He started pulling her close when she brought her hand up to block him.
"Sans, you said you wouldn't do anything until we get married. You want our first kiss to be on our wedding day," Frisk reminded him.
"I'm growing impatient," winked Sans.
Frisk pulled away.
"Chara, get out of him," ordered Frisk.
"Chara's not here, Frisk. This is all me. The monster you want to marry so badly," said Sans seductively.
"No, I know Sans better than you do, Chara," said Frisk.
Chara left Sans' body all huffy.
"You're no fun anymore, Frisk!"
"Well you're a pervert who needs to rest in peace!"
"Bah! Fine. I see how it is. Your uncle goes to rest and you forget about him."
"You literally attacked me using Papyrus! Did you overshadow him when he said he didn't love Mettaton anymore?"
"Duh. Papyrus is head over heels for Mettaton."
Frisk and Chara talked out their differences, which resulted in Chara feeling better.
"Do you mind if I hang around you guys for a while? It's lonely in the afterlife," asked Chara sheepishly.
Sans ruffled Chara's hair.
"Of course. You're family, Just don't go trying to make out with your neice again. That's creepy," said Sans.
"I only did that to prank her. Honestly she freaks out over everything," laughed Chara.
He wasn't blushing, so Frisk and Sans knew he meant it when he said he was just pranking her. Well, at least he didn't like her in that way.
At the flower shop, Mettaton just finished putting the stickers on the windows, and fell asleep. She had an alarm on her phone set for an hour later. When her alarm rang, she saw the store didn't open until five more hours. Melinda told her only an hour break, but seeing as how Melinda won't come in until a few hours later, she set her alarm to wake her up four hours from now. She happily fell back asleep. Her alarm sounded once more, and Mettaton felt more refreshed since she got to sleep longer than one hour. Thirty minutes later, Melinda came walking up to the door and unlocked it.
"Good morning, Miss Melinda!" chirped Mettaton.
"Eep! Oh my goodness, what are you still doing here?" asked Melinda.
"You told me to stay here all night," smiled Mettaton, her eyes twitching in agitation.
Melinda felt bad at this point.
"Oh, right. I bought you a good breakfast. Go ahead and eat up. When you're done eating, I want you to put wet paint signs near the walls. Then, I want you to vacuum the floor. When you're done vacuuming, put some glitter on the floor. After that's completed, I'll pay you and you can go home," said Melinda.
Mettaton wanted to sigh out loud in relief, but knew that would piss off Melinda. When the other workers came in, they smiled at Mettaton.
"When she puts glitter on the floor, don't be annoyed by her. I told her to since I put her through so much and she endured it all like a champ," whispered Melinda.
"Really? She didn't complain or anything?"
"Nope! We had her pegged wrong. She's not a spoiled rotten celebrity at all!"
Mettaton was eating her breakfast and she loved it. It was an omelet with spinach, onions, and other vegetables that melted in her mouth. When she finished her breakfast, she put the signs next to the walls, vacuumed, sprinkled glitter on the floor, and went up to Melinda to let her know she was done.
Melinda looked around and nodded approvingly.
"Okay, Mettaton. Thank you so much for helping. Here, let me get your money," said Melinda.
"Don't worry about paying me. Helping you is its own reward. It's not often I'm treated this nicely, so I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Can I visit sometime?" asked Mettaton.
She wanted to gag since she really did not like Melinda. Melinda and her workers were close to tears since they felt really bad for mistreating her and making her stay the whole night away from her husband.
"Of course you can visit! We would love for you to come by whenever you get a chance! We'll help you out by telling others the kind of monster you are," said Melinda.
"Aw, thank you so much! That is so nice of you!"
Melinda and the two girls hugged Mettaton, and Mettaton waved them goodbye.
"Girls, I feel so bad for how I treated her. She really is a nice girl. I mean, she did save Frisk from her brother. He was hurting her. We gotta tell our customers the truth about her!"
"You're right, . We were so awful to her for no reason, and she stayed and smiled through it all. She wasn't upset with us one bit even though we deserved for her to yell or show some sort of anger. I just feel like a piece of trash," wailed the girls.
Customers walked in and saw the girls and Melinda crying.
"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong?" asked a customer.
"Mettaton is the nicest monster ever! We put her through so much hell and do you know how she responded?"
"Did she throw a temper tantrum or something?"
Melinda and the girls shook their heads.
"Nope. She treated us like gold and treated us with love. She never got upset or angry," said Melinda.
The customer's jaws dropped.
"Really? She didn't get upset?"
A customer in that crowd didn't buy that Mettaton wasn't upset.
"She may not have shown it on the outside, but that means she's two faced. I'm gonna prove it. I know where she lives after all," a monster thought to himself.