Chapter 2

Mettaton had been living with the skelebros for a little over a week now, surprising to Sans, Mettaton had been a better house guest than he thought. He rarely acted like the spoiled diva he had thought Mettaton to be. Sure he was flamboyant and still dramatic as ever, but he expected Mettaton to pretty much make Papyrus his maid, not that Sans would have allowed it. What did annoy Sans though is that they still slept in the same room. They would chat late and do who knows what in that room. Papyrus in the day would be loud as usual but he quieted down at night so Sans couldn't hear what they were saying…

Right now Sans was at work. His job was simple enough, he'd go around asking what customers wanted to eat then bring it back out to them, easy. He was a waiter. Muffet had opened a restaurant to sell her pastries and expanding her menu to other food as well. Sans was one of the ones who originally helped her with ideas for her business (he was persuaded by Frisk) and in return a guaranteed job. Better yet his puns seemed to entertain the customers rather than annoy them, bonus. It was snowing a bit outside as it was the middle of winter, more and more customers came in to warm up and to get out of the snow. Things were pretty good here and Sans rarely ever had to rush.

Sans finished around 6:00pm, he sighed in relief as he signed himself off and told the other employees he was leaving. The snow was getting worse as he walked back to his house, he stood at his front door and brushed off all the snow that was on him and wiped his shoes before entering. No one was around, or so he thought until he heard the water running in the shower. Damn it, he wanted to use that. He sighed and sat on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He let his mind go blank as he watched TV and stayed like this for about half an hour. After that while Sans was watching the TV the bathroom door opened, the steaming air escaping, a tall figure walked out with a towel around themselves from the under the arms and down, Sans looked over.

Surprisingly or not, it was Mettaton. Sans just looked at him…
Did Mettaton even need to bathe? Apparently so. The monster's synthetic obsidian hair was dripping wet and he wasn't wearing any makeup. More noticeably, his black shoulder guards, the black that covered his legs and his pink heels were gone, Sans didn't know they were removable. Mettaton seemed to be in a world of his own until he spotted Sans watching, Mettaton blinked in surprise as he looked back and Sans immediately looked away, Mettaton looked amused.
"I didn't know you were home darling" Mettaton said strutting down the stairs and standing by the couch and Sans who was on it. Sans was fighting back a blush trying his all to not let the blue tints appear on his cheeks.
"Jus' got here" he said smoothly, not looking at Mettaton at all. Hopefully Mettaton would just walk off like he usually does, no chatting.
"Ah, really darling?" he asked leaning against the couch a drop of water running down his metallic face and onto Sans' head, he fought back a flinch. "How was work?" Mettaton asked after a minute of silence, which seemed like an eternity to Sans.
"It was fine"
"That's good darling…" Mettaton replied looking down at the tiny skeleton, more water droplets falling on Sans' head. Sans couldn't take this for too much longer, it was agonizingly awkward for him and Mettaton was too close for comfort and Papyrus wasn't there to save him...

-(Mettaton's P.O.V)

Mettaton had had enough of Sans ignoring him and being so shut-down when he was around. He was a STAR! You don't treat stars like this! He didn't expect Sans to be at his feet but its time he drilled some respect into this guys' thick skull. These were Mettaton's thoughts when he was in the shower. Mettaton didn't really need to shower, he didn't sweat or anything but he still liked to clean himself this way, wiping himself with a cloth was so... boring. The water felt nice and warm, it was relaxing. Nice enough he had been in there for about an hour...

As he sat in the bathroom after having a shower he thought 'Why do I even care what Sans' thinks?' Mettaton had had a ton of critics, he hadn't rose to the top yet, but he had his own TV show, the human public eye didn't know of his EX form yet. But back to the present, Mettaton was rather intrigued at Sans odd behaviour. He watched him closely… Sans wouldn't look at him and when he spoke it was curt, well, more curt than usual. He seemed to be struggling with something, an inner demon? He never knew Sans to be intimidated by anyone, much less him. And if he was, why now? They'd been living with each other for a more than a week and before that they had been around each other many, many times. Mettaton quickly glanced at himself, was it because he wore nothing but a towel? No it couldn't be, though Mettaton reckoned that Sans probably didn't know that some of his parts were removable and that not all of his 'parts' were parts. After a while longer pondering in awkward silence Mettaton finally remembered his 'goal', it was the perfect time since Papyrus wasn't around. Where was he anyway?

"Sans" Mettaton finally said, Sans didn't look at him but he replied:
"Yeah..?"
Mettaton took a deep but silent breath in, not that he needed to breathe...
"Why do you ignore me all the time darling..?"

I tried my best but this chapters a tad shorter than I wanted…

Anyway, thank you for reading this chapter! Stay tuned for chapter 3!