Note: This is my first UT fanfiction, so bare with me x3


The crinkly green dollars rubbed against your hands as you counted. Forty, fifty, seventy... You hummed in satisfaction; he even gave you a twenty dollar tip. You stowed your earned good in your pocket, walking down the street's sidewalk. There was a police station right ahead and you just wanted to go home without any trouble so you took a shortcut. You walked down the alleyway, wringing your fingers.

"Hey, you..." A voice called. You chose to ignore it. Your heart beat fast in your chest...

"Hey, you heard me talkin' to you!" You kept walking. Just ignore him, he'll get the idea thay you're not interested..., the voice in your head said. You sighed.

"Where you think you're goin?" A large hand grabbed your arm and you stopped. His heated breath blew across your shoulder.

"Let go of me you fucking creep!" You froze. Adrenaline pumped through your veins; a scream bubbled in the back of your throat. You kicked his kneecap and he doubled over. You ran as fast as you could until a gun blasted through the air.

"You really need to work on your aim...," a familiar voice said behind you. You looked back and Mettaton stood between you and the creep. The guy who was harrassing you had a gun pointed towards you. You heard a plunk when Metatton pulled the bullet out of his shiny metallic armor. "Honey, look at what you did...," the robot chatized your attacker like a mother would a child.

"I didn't mean it..." The thug pleaded. "I.. I'll just..." He leapt to his feet and ran off.

Mettaton sighed and turned to you, dropping the bullet. His dark eyes shifted to you and he pursed his lips. You twiddled your fingers.

"U-um... thank you Mettaton..." You knew you were in for a lecture. He flipped his hair.

"What the hell are you doing in this side of town!?" He closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. "You could have been killed! I told you for a-"

"I know and I'm sorry," you apologized, "I just needed some more money and there's a lot more, um, men willing to pay here and I didn't know he'd do that – so I'm really sorry for that I won't-"

"Honey," Mettaton crossed his arms. "Just don't come looking for business here again."

"O-Okay...," you started to walk away on shaky legs. He placed a robotic hand on your shoulder.

"Do you need a ride home sweetie?"

"No, I'm fine, my car's that way," you pointed dumbly. You were still pretty shooken up.

"Let me walk you." The two of you walkes in silence. It made you feel a lot safer now that Mettaton was here. You had met him on one of your many 'excursions.' He really was a friend you could trust and you looked out for each other. Being in prostitution was hard and you needed all the allies you could get.

"How's business going?" You asked casually.

"Oh, it's alright... ha, being a robot sure does help! I've been getting a lot of customers lately," he mused beside you. His dark hair partially covered his face. You couldn't see his expression. "I'm just happy Sans let's me do what I do and doesn't bother me about it."

You've heard of this 'Sans' guy before, but you've never met him in person. He wasn't romantically involved with Mettaton, that much you knew, and he wasn't Mettaton's boss. Which reminded you... You checked your phone and there was a text message in all caps: GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. NOW.

"I... I gotta go," your breath hitched. "I'll see you later."

You hopped into your car and turned on the engine. Mettaton waved as you drove off, confused.