A metal chair flew out of the top floor window of the MTT official skyscraper. "Stupid skeleton!" He vented. "Why does he hate me?" "I don't think he hates you, Mettaton-"
"Yes he doooooes!" Mettaton draped himself over the conveniently placed piano. Alphys sighed and folded a shirt she found lying on the floor. Alphys always took time to clean up MTT's top floor apartment, because Mettaton never had time for cleaning up, and refused to get a maid.
MTT rolled over on the piano and fell off, but managed to do it gracefully. He stood up, strode over to the closet.
"This is what he thinks gifts are!" he threw open the closet, revealing four shelves of bones wrapped in red ribbons, Papyrus figurines (complete with poseable scarf),and an enormous collage with miscellaneous trash cut into the shape of Papyrus and Mettaton.
"See? He gives me trash and-" he falls back onto the piano dramatically and began to moan, "God, Alphy, he hates me." Alphys sighed, not wanting to get thrown out the window like the chair had been. "J-just talk to him. That's how me and Undyne got together. Plus, I just saw him at Grillby's, and he seemed-" "I don't care. Whatever that loser said about me doesn't matter. The public loves me! I'm a shining star." Alphys rolled her eyes. It seemed like she was always rolling her eyes or sighing around MTT these days. "I just need to listen to sad breakup music and cry." Alphys sighed again. Brring, brring
Alphys answered her phone. Hushing MTT's drama-queen wails, she answered. "H-hello?" "Alphy! The rejects are uprising!"