For the best experience, I recommend listening to the instrumental cover of Heartache by Vetrom. ...You'll know when to play it.
*You found a slice of chocolate cake with white chocolate in the icing.
"Alphys!" Mettaton exclaimed, quickly retracting his hand just as it was about to touch the plate on the floor. His head shot up toward the source of the noise, which just so happened to be a yellow dinosaur ghost standing in front of him.
"Uh...hey," she greeted, eyes on the robot for but a moment before staring down at the floor.
Mettaton made a quick gasp for air while placing a hand over his chest before he could speak again, but when he did, it was with a good bit of emphasis. Though, it usually is. "Darling, don't scare me like that! Dear lord you could have given me a heart attack!"
"Y-your body can't actually have...a heart attack…"
Frustrated, he let out a quick huff, placing both hands on his hips. "You get the point!"
"Okay, okay! I get the point…" she complied, playing with her own hands as her head popped up and then quickly looked back at her feet. "...um, I-I did want to ask you something, though…"
"And I wanted to ask you too," Mettaton replied as he let one of his arms fall to his side and leaned onto the opposite foot, "but go ahead."
"Well, um...I remember what you said earlier, a-about the gender thing...and I was thinking, um, if you want, we could head to my lab. I should have some spare parts there…"
Mettaton tilted his head, blinking once or twice while leaning forward slightly. "And?"
"And...I can alter your body!" Alphys followed this up with a nervous chuckle, her eyes dancing about the room as she spoke. "So you can customize yourself a little more. I...I'm assuming you want to…"
Mettaton gasped, his free hand moving toward his mouth, which was being held agape. "I haven't seen how I looked yet!"
"Mettaton, wait! I...uh, do you want to…?"
"Of course I want to see how I look," he replied with a flip of his hair, to which Alphys shook her head.
"N-no, I mean… Do you want to...to fix your body? Get the colors you want?"
"Hmm?" Mettaton then turned back to face his ghost companion, expression turning to one of a more blank look. "I want more than just colors. I want to make this body truly my own! The shape, the size, everything! Do you think you could do that?"
The woman offered a small shrug as response, still playing with her hands as she stared at the floor. "I mean… I guess I could try."
"That's all I ask, Alphys," he finished and turned, quickly making his way for the mirror in the hall. He did want more; the robot would absolutely love the ability to change his appearance to what he wanted, and this mechanical scientist was almost promising him it! She better deliver.
He hastily made his way out of the room, clutching the knob and swinging open the door violently enough to hear its hinges creak. The robot then glanced over to his left, feet following suit as a sharp turn was made before he caught sight of the reflective surface hanging on the wall and froze.
What was in the reflection was...certainly something.
*It's you, Alphys said, phasing through the wall beside the mirror as if it didn't even exist. Mettaton probably would have jumped for the second time that day and about the fifth since falling down, however found himself too preoccupied by his own reflection to really mind much. Once more the robot ran his hand through his hair, which he pulled further down over the right eye to hide the burn mark that had singed a stain on his metal.
"Latex?" he asked, not bothering to remove his eyes from his image.
"Uh...the hair is nylon."
"Really?" He blinked a few times, shaking his head, but still refusing to look away. "Because it feels like latex." He could have sworn that's what it was…
Alphys returned the gesture, giving a nonverbal 'no' as well and accompanied it with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to adjust your nervous system...or the sensory memories installed into your database. I, um...that's nylon. Latex doesn't work for hair. That's what your boots are made of."
"Hm." Problem with his body? Pft. Of course not. He could learn. Mettaton could learn the difference. So nylon feels like latex here. He can remember that. No big deal.
There was a moment of silence that ensued while Mettaton continued to observe himself in the mirror and Alphys watched him. Once or twice she opened her mouth to speak but then closed it shortly after, finding herself at a lack of words to do so.
Finally, on the third try, the dinosaur girl was able to manage audible sounds, and took a glance over her shoulder as she spoke. "You...wanted to ask me something?"
Mettaton snapped his fingers and quickly refocused his attention to his ghostly partner. "Yes! I was meaning to ask you since we parted ways at those froggits. What happened back there?"
"The...froggits?" Oh, geez… He was bringing this up. In hindsight, she should have expected he'd ask at some point, but that wasn't something she thought too much about. It happened a lot, after all. It wasn't like Alphys actually wanted people to die. She just kind of...said stuff…
He nodded, one hand moving to his hip, which jutted out to the side. "Yes. The froggits. You were saying something about killing them or whatever. You said you heard something?"
"Um…" She looked over at the living room again and took a small step backward, toward said area. "...I think I heard Chara moving around. Sh-...they're awake now."
"No, darling," Mettaton replied with a small sigh and a shake of his head, "I meant back by the froggits. You said you heard something there."
"They're probably waiting for you. They probably heard us."
"Okay, but I'm not talking about- Alphys, where are you going?"
"I-I-I think you should go talk to them. We need to get to Hotland and...I don't know how to do that without going through walls."
With yet another sigh, the robot slowly trudged after her, a frown dashing across his metallic face but was quickly replaced with a small grin as they passed the stairway and a certain human figure came into view. The human appeared to be seated on a warm, chocolate-colored chair with a dark green pillow beside them. There was a book in their hand, which their focus seemed to be fixated on. It was nearly impossible for Mettaton to see the title, but whatever it was, it must have been good. Chara really didn't seem like the kind of person to be easily enthralled by books.
"Good morning," the robot said as he made his way over to the chair, letting one arm rest on the top, just an inch or so away from Chara's head, while smiling down at the teenage human.
The human looked up at the person hovering above them and allowed a smile of their own to pass over them. "You're up already?"
"I could say the same thing to you," he replied in a light-hearted tone, which made their smile grow wider.
"Hey. I want to thank you."
"Oh?" Mettaton cocked his head to the side slightly, shifting his weight onto one foot.
They nodded, gently shutting the book and setting it face-down on one leg while they angled their body to point to their guest. Chara then nodded and held their hand out, palm-up, towards the guy. "Yeah. I wanted to thank you for being here. It gets kind of lonely, what with the only company being the Ruins monsters and all."
Mettaton's eyes drifted upward as he thought of what such a thing would be like. "I suppose I can imagine…"
"Mom sometimes stops by, but other than that…" They shook their head and the two locked eyes once more. "I have so many things I want to show you! There's this great spot to catch bugs with, and Mom gave me a bunch of her old books to add to the ones I brought with me when I was originally stationed here. There's some really neat ones, like this one on knives and weapons!"
Mettaton nodded, though his expression was a mixture of curiosity, minor confusion, and above all, a semi-faux smile, mostly concealing his distaste for insects.
"We can talk with the locals- some of them are very chatty. Oh! I could even teach you how to bake!" They paused, and Mettaton could practically see the twinkling in Chara's eyes as they spoke. "Maybe even start a fam-..."
The two stared at each other for a moment or so, one blinking profusely as a blush spread across their face. "...famous...um, snail farm! Just like Mom...kind of."
"Snail farm?" Mettaton leaned forward, to which Chara blushed further and leaned away. "I didn't know you own snails."
"I don't."
The two stared at each other once more, Mettaton glancing away quickly after the silence started to check for Alphys, who he then found had already disappeared. He shook his head, pressed back a small sigh, and returned his gaze to Chara's own.
"I mean, Mom has a bunch of snails. She breeds 'em and uses 'em for food. I think." They shook their head. "Anyway. Point is, uh, we could sell them here in the Ruins with Mom as the supplier."
"Snails? That could be…" Well, it sounded rather boring, but he did have a pet snail collection at home after all, so maybe he wasn't one to talk…this is not what he should be focusing on!
Instead, Mettaton blinked once or twice, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and then cupping his cheek in his free hand. "Chara, darling, look. I appreciate your help. This bag is a lovely color, and the room you offered is fabulous, but..."
Chara's smile dropped, along with the rest of their expression. They leaned back ever-so-slightly, bringing the book up to their chest and clutching it against the robe's cloth like a stuffed bear. "But?"
"...but I can't stay here. Alphys told me-"
"Alphys is dead," they cut in with a wide, sickening smile, which caused Mettaton to wince. Their eyes, though… It took a moment, but he caught sight of their eyes, full of hurt and loss… "...Or at least missing. She's been missing for so long without any word of her, and considering how monsters turn into dust at their deaths, I'll take a wild guess and say she's dead. So stop talking about her."
"But-"
"But look at this book!" Chara cut in again, quickly opening it and skimming through the pages. "72 Facts About Knives. Did you know that the WASP knife can force carbon dioxide inside the unlucky person who happens to be stabbed by it, thus creating an air pocket the size of a basketball and freezing surrounding organs?"
The robot blinked for a moment or so, mind processing the information and then wincing at realization of what it meant. "...Why would I know that? Why would I want to know-? Look, I just want to know how to get to Hotland."
Chara's (quite obviously) faux, anxious smile dropped suddenly, their body still for but a moment before violently moving to their feet and tossing the book to the side. Their cheery tone seemed to be ditched with the book as a more dark, serious sound came out, and honestly, Mettaton was more than a bit startled when he first witnessed it.
"I have to do something."
Without another word, the human hurried off toward the hallway, though Mettaton watched them jeer violently to the left and down the flight of stairs that lie opposite the home's entrance. He began to follow after them, pausing for a brief moment as they descended and then picking up pace once more. He then began his own climb downward.
Upon reaching the bottom, a familiar sight caught the robot's eye and he observed as Chara stared at the floor in thought. It was only after deeming them safe that he continued.
"So you wanna go to Hotland."
Mettaton froze about a foot or so away from his friend. Their voice hadn't seemed to brighten any, unfortunately, and it was doing more than just put him on edge. He felt like they might just snap any moment now...and that couldn't be good for anyone.
"The exit to the Ruins is just up ahead."
Our protagonist nodded to this, though an uneasy feeling was slowly rising in his stomach. There was definitely something off about Chara…something desperately wrong.
"It's a one-way exit to the rest of the Underground."
He nodded again, taking another step forward and glancing up at the human with cautious eyes. No sudden movements. There was no telling what they'd do.
"I'm going to destroy it."
Mettaton blinked. Woah woah woah, what!? No, no! "Chara, I can't-"
"No one will ever be able to leave again. Go upstairs."
With that, they moved onward, and it was no doubt that Mettaton was keeping at their heels.
The pair paced down a rather decent-sized corridor before Chara suddenly lurched to a halt, their attention once more on their feet as their mind whizzed about in thought. "Nearly every human to fall down here meets the same fate. I see them all. From the time I was stationed here I've seen them. Do you know what I do?"
The robot opened his mouth to answer, but quickly shut it upon discovery that the question was rhetorical.
"I'm supposed to report them. That's my purpose here. But no one listens when I say to stay."
Once more Mettaton found himself opening his mouth, however decided against speaking. Perhaps it was something about the way Chara held themself that made him hold back on voicing his mind, or perhaps he found himself aware there was more. After all, curiosity can only be contained for so long.
"It's an endless, pointless cycle. Everything.
They come.
They leave.
They die.
You're no exception."
The wannabe-star wanted to argue- he really did! But something inside him screamed that for once, it might be good to listen...or at least focus on drowning that voice out. After all, he knew it held truth. That didn't mean he'd be willing to accept it, but there was truth there.
"You think you're so great. But you know what? If you leave the Ruins, I have to report you, too. I already broke my promise to Asriel once. I don't intend to do it again." They paused, letting out a small, barely audible sigh and clenching their eyes shut. "This is supposed to be to protect you. Go back."
They carried on.
It wasn't until the end of the corridor that Chara had stopped again, though they still didn't bother to turn around. They still didn't bother to meet Mettaton's eyes. "You can't stop me. Go home."
The protagonist hesitated before following after. He almost felt the need to cry...almost. There was a feeling of empathy for the human he'd grown a liking to, and seeing all the monsters down here, yet no human… It must get lonely. There was no doubt. But at the same time, he couldn't stay stuck in this tiny box! What kind of life would that be? Not one he'd be happy living. Mettaton wasn't sure what problems lied ahead of him, but whatever they were...he could take them. Or at least, that's what the robot told himself as his feet followed in Chara's footsteps.
There, stopped for the final time, Chara stood facing what Mettaton could only assume to be the exit to the Ruins, their back to the protagonist. Their breathing was slow, even heavy, fists clenched together in tight balls. This time, when they spoke, it was very subtle, but Mettaton was just able to catch a slight uneven waver in their voice.
"...Fine."
What happened next made Mettaton lean away and forced his hands to fly in front of him. The caretaker of the Ruins pounded on the exit door loud enough to cause one of the bricks to clatter against the cement floor. They let out a muffled scream, quite possibly due to them biting their lip, or so it sounded.
"FINE! You really want to leave me? AM I REALLY THAT BAD TO BE AROUND!?"
Mettaton's face fell ever-so-slightly at the sound of those words, not to mention the sight of Chara ramming their head against the door and letting it rest there. "Cha-"
"You're just like her," they muttered, and it became quite obvious they were doing their best not to cry. "You're just like her!"
"Chara, I-"
"NO!" Their left fist once more made contact with the door before flattening into a palm and sliding down it an inch or so. "I don't want your sorry excuses! You want to go home! You want to go back to Mommy and Daddy and all your friends, because everyone's waiting for you up on the surface. I get it! You have people that actually care about you…"
They shook their head, sniffled once, and rubbed away whatever liquid had begun to stain their rosey cheeks. "I get it. I really do. So I'll let you leave."
Mettaton hesitated. "You will?"
"I'll let you leave on one condition."
Chara's leather boot reached up against the door and they kicked, enough force behind them to propel themself in a semi-circle. Their eyes locked with Mettaton's, and it became clear that they were red, redder than normal. The crystal-looking tears coating them might have had something to do with that.
They darted their hands inside of their pockets and back out mere moments later, now a large, sharp knife equipped in each, both being held out to the sides and pointing upward so that the blade was facing the bot.
Said bot took another step back with the empathetic look in his eyes quickly being replaced by one of fear. "Cha-?"
"PROVE YOURSELF!"
There was another small sigh as Mettaton felt his heart fall out of his chest once more, though it was replaced with more of a whimper when he caught sight of Chara's eyes. They were...red. Glowing red.
*Chara blocks the way!
Well, at least Mettaton had an idea of where this was going. He glanced down at the buttons before him, moving his purple heart over the 'ACT' button and letting it hover beside 'Check'. A part of him didn't want to stare at the mess that had become of his human friend, but another part was more than eager to observe.
*Chara - Attack 80, Defense 80
The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling to stop the tears from falling…
Mettaton let out a light groan as he glanced over to where he was certain Alphys had to be standing with a look that read "This is already sad and you don't need to add to it." However, his attention was quickly redirected to a bright red knife that whizzed past him and pierced the floor a mere foot away. When he turned back to Chara, who was still holding both of their own knives, he noticed several more larger-than-normal ones flying toward him and even more hovering in midair just behind his human opponent.
"Chara…" Mettaton whimpered as one hit his arm, causing the other to jeer toward it and thus moving his purple heart over to the 'Talk' button.
*You couldn't think of what to say.
This caused the robot to frown, his eyes wandering down to the floor for a brief moment, then back up at the human before him as they dashed toward him, the red knives above their head firing and respawning in a circular pattern. These, at least, he had managed to dodge, and was quick to press down on the 'MERCY' button, followed shortly thereafter by 'Spare'. He wasn't going to fight. Not now. Not when their attack was a freakin' eighty and both his attack and defense were but slivers of that number! Sure, he could probably take them on if he really tried, but, uh...that might involve pain. That might involve a lot of pain. He wasn't very eager to get himself hurt.
*Chara prepares a sharp attack.
He nodded, making a quick side-step as several more magick knives descended upon him. They seemed even faster than they did before, if only slightly more so.
Chara took in a deep breath and bit down on their lip as one graced the side of Mettaton's arm, tearing the fabric of his striped shirt slightly and leaving behind a decently-sized dent. Still, though, the protagonist refused to remove his heart from the 'Spare' option. He was doing his best to dodge the attacks- at least he wasn't a sitting duck- but why wasn't he fighting!?
Though they remained silent, Mettaton could see their expression falter as he kept his heart by 'Spare' for the third time. They dove forward, a real knife in each hand and swinging real blades at him- or at least attempting to- with red ones trailing behind the metal weapons. These were much easier to avoid, he found, despite not being one for hand-to-hand combat. When Chara thrusted a blade toward his chest, he instantly jumped back, and yet still did not move his heart off of that button.
Out of the corner of his eye, our protagonist spotted a health bar, most presumably theirs, which already seemed to be halfway down by the time he was struck again in the shoulder. As soon as the blade had made contact, Chara withdrew it, taking several steps back with a curious, confused, enraged expression.
The fifth time he let that heart remain there, the anger seemed to blanket their face.
"What are you doing!?" Chara exclaimed and clenched their jaw shortly after. They backed several steps away from Mettaton, re-approaching the door and once again summoning several red weapons to send flying at the robot, who lept away from them as gracefully as an acrobat. To be honest, it would've been pretty impressive if Chara hadn't been so focused.
They let out a small growl, followed shortly by a gasp for breath as Chara fought back the tears in their eyes. "FIGHT me or run away!"
"Stop it!" they cried at Mettaton's persistence in pacifism. They sent out more blades, creating more dents, but still he refused to FIGHT. Still he refused to counter. Only dodge.
Mettaton's eyes locked with theirs, and they could feel their body tense. His face...he was in pain. He was in pain already, and it killed them.
"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!"
Chara charged forward once more, a knife in either hand as they hacked and slashed the air in front of the robot. Said robot would step away from the swinging blades as best as he could and was doing fairly well until he found himself losing his footing and Mettaton's high heels gave way to the cold, damp floor, sliding against the cement. He was pushed down onto his back with Chara pouncing shortly after.
Chara held the knife above his pinned body, as if ready to drive it through their chest like a skewer, but took a look over the robot and froze.
"..."
Mettaton still wasn't fighting. He could see Chara shake, he could notice the dark shadow over their eyes, but there wasn't anything he could do. Honestly, he was just about ready to fall apart as it was… If the human wanted to stop attacking, he certainly wasn't going to provoke them. Not in this position, at the very least.
They remained silent, however, body still trembling, knife still poised over top of the protagonist's body, but they couldn't find it in them to stop the tears from falling over their cheeks. Chara whimpered once or twice and waited, but Mettaton still made no move to attack.
"I know you want to go home, but…" they said through gritted teeth. Chara found it nearly impossible to speak through all this crying...but they were determined.
After a few more sniffles, they brought the blade down an inch or so. "But please...go upstairs…"
When Mettaton didn't reply, the human clenched their jaw tightly for a moment to gather themself and continued. "I promise to take care of you. If you stay here…" Their mouth twisted into a bitter-sweet smile in a last-ditch effort to avoid breaking down. There was water pouring over their eyes, but…
"We can have a good life together."
They let out a small laugh as Mettaton raised his hand out slowly to reach their left arm, the one with the raised blade.
"Why are you making this so difficult!?"
To this, the robot's movements froze, and he locked eyes- pathetic, painful eyes- with them again, but they only laughed to avoid further tears.
"Why do you think I'm such a DEMON!?"
"Chara…" The former human once more reached for their quivering arm, and this time was successful in holding it gently with what served as his hand. "...I don't think that."
The shaking seemed to die down, however Chara did not reply. There was another shadow cast over their eyes and Mettaton seemed unsure as to whether they would burst into tears or drive the knife through them, but he held fast.
Another moment later and they laughed.
Again, it was the kind of laugh that showed they were quite obviously attempting to stave off yet another fit, but it wasn't helping the robot's guilt one bit.
"It's pathetic, isn't it?" they laughed with tears rolling down their face and falling onto Mettaton's dented metal. "I can't even stop one person from leaving. Not one! I'm so pathetic."
The protagonist opened his mouth to speak something, but for once in his life, was unsure of what to say. He simply closed it and waited for them to continue. It would take another breath or two for Chara to regain themself, but they did so. They even seemed to be shifting back into a steady rhythm of breathing.
"...I understand. You wouldn't like it here. The Ruins aren't that grand, and you want something bigger, don't you? You want to see the world…"
They paused for another breath and, though there were still tears, it at least seemed as though their voice was becoming even again.
"All I wanted was another human. I wanted to keep my promise to her, too. To both of them. But their promises are so conflicting…" They shook their head. "...It was too much to expect."
Mettaton nodded slowly, though his expression was a mix of both sympathy and curiosity. "Her"...perhaps it was the Asriel that Chara had mentioned earlier? Or perhaps they were referring to Toriel...or maybe someone else.
"For you...I will let you pass."
They removed their arm from Mettaton's grasp, sticking the knife back into their robe pocket and carefully rising off of the dented metal body. Though he wasn't entirely sure, our protagonist could have sworn he heard them mutter as they did so something along the lines of, "For you, I'll let you go."
They turned around slowly, facing the door one last time and rubbing at their eyes. This was it. Mettaton was going to die out there, wasn't he? If his story was true, he avoided death once, but that was in the Ruins. That was a place where his SOUL was free to roam without chancing it being stolen. Out there...out there, there was no telling what they would do.
"If you really want to leave...I won't stop you. But please, promise me one thing."
Mettaton tilted his head to the side, taking a small step forward and holding his arms out to his chest. "What's that?"
"Please, don't come back."
Suddenly, Chara turned around, their arms outstretched as they tackled the robot in a rather tight hug. The human rested their head against the former one's metal shoulder and closed their eyes for a brief moment. This would be the last time they saw him, wouldn't it? This would be the last time Chara would be able to see Mettaton in one piece, and that thought only made them tighten their hold.
Of course, Mettaton certainly wasn't one to refuse such a gesture. He accepted with open arms after being given some time to process what had happened. He held them close for perhaps a minute or so...it was probably closer to a few seconds, but to Mettaton, it felt like time had stopped entirely. Chara wasn't going to follow him. This was finally starting to set in. Chara wouldn't be with him. He'd barely known them for a day, and already he was attached to the welcoming gatekeeper. But...that gatekeeper wouldn't be following him.
When it was over, Chara sighed, their eyes partially closed and a bittersweet smile once more present on their face.
"Goodbye, Mettaton," they said, began walking back in the direction of the house, paused, took a quick glance back, and then continued onward.
Mettaton couldn't help but watch them leave. He was going to miss that face, sure, but… There were more pressing matters ahead.
Chara's Epilogue
They sat down, head hanging over the decaying corpse and tears no longer being held back. Not even an attempt.
"You weren't lying…" they muttered, feeling even worse now. It had been the flowers that cushioned their blow when they fell down. It didn't seem like much, but somehow, those flowers were enough to spare Chara's life, save for a few broken bones. Mettaton, though...or, they supposed, in this case, Meckenzie, whose human body seemed to be covering up piles of bloody, shriveled plant life that was just as deceased as the person lying on top...
They sighed, wiping away the tears with their robe sleeves and shaking their head at the sight. It'd be an awful mess to clean up, surely.
"I wish I watered these more often."
Heh...Chara's theme is Heartbreak.
Also, don't quote me on that fact about the WASP knife. I just found it on wikipedia. My mom says carbon dioxide doesn't even freeze, so... (shrug). She's a biochemist. I kinda trust her with that.
At any rate, just a few things and then I'll get to answer reviews. Y'know, the whole two I can actually respond to. Seriously guys, please, give me your thoughts on this thing. It encourages me to keep going. I just lost my muse after all. Chara was my writing muse for this (Demon Mom is best Mom). I need another, and fast. I need your DETERMINATION! Even if it's just a simple "Hey, this is cool!" It's so much better than nothing! Faves and follows are nice, but reviews are everything to me, especially if it's something I can respond to.
So, since school is going to be starting soon, I decided to change my schedule (I've been trying to upload Friday afternoon) to Sunday evening. I don't know how well this will work...after all, I'm a heavy procrastinator. There's probably gonna be a lot of shit I need to do Sunday night once school actually kicks in. But I'll try.
And I'm really sorry if the action scene sucked. Action scenes aren't my strong suit. I've realized this. But I have to try at some point, right?
Now for reviews.
CK: More feels, you're welcome ;3
Aria: ...Not going to lie, that confused me a little bit. I think what happened is you were describing Mettaton and Frisk fighting, which would really only happen in a geno-route... But! It did give me an idea! So thank you :3
SupremeEntity11: I'm not sure. I have a few more AU ideas in mind, YouTuberTale being one of them, but for that particular one, all I can really think of is a list. Not gonna lie, making the list is extremely entertaining (heh...PewDiePie as Undyne), but that's all I know where to go with it. A list. And even if I did know what to do with that list, I'd need people helping me because a good amount of YouTubers I included on that list were recommended by friends. Sans, for instance. My friend recommended Cr1tikal (is that how you spell it?) for Sans, and I don't even know who that is. There's no way in Hell I'd be able to get personalities down.
But, I suppose, there is a slim chance that something could come out of it.
As a side note: We've officially hit 1,000 freakin' viewers! And just as Mettaton is leaving the Ruins... Ah, well. Glad to see the new faces :3 ...except that I can't. But oh well.
TO THE GUEST THAT REVIEWED ON THIS CHAPTER: When...what? When did I say Frisk is in Mettaton's role? I...what? Normally I'd wait 'til next chapter to answer, but...no... I don't want people getting excited/un-excited for something that isn't going to happen. So...no...