"Another dark room…" Flowey said, "I-"
"D-d-don't make me do this!" Mettaton's voice rang out.
Whoever was talking to Mettaton wasn't speaking very loudly. All you heard was a small murmur.
"Of course. The audience does deserve a good show…"
Another murmer, and then someone pushed Mettaton out into the dark room. The lights were turned on.
"Are you serious?" Flowey sighed.
"O-o-oh yes?" Mettaton said nervously, "Good evening, beauties and gentlebeauties." Mettaton was regaining his confidence as he performed, "This is Mettaton, reporting live from MTT news. An interesting situation has arisen in Eastern Hotland. Fortunately, our correspondent is out there, reporting live. Brave correspondent. Please find something newsworthy to report. Our ten wonderful viewers are waiting for you!"
There was a pile of dust, a glass of blood, a small dog from the death trap in Snowdin, a present, a movie script with the title "Great deaths from the 21st century," and a video game called "Underfell."
You decided the present looked the least scary of the six.
"Attention, viewers. Our correspondent has found… a present. And it's time for the unboxing video! Let's find out what's inside!" Mettaton said.
You undid the ribbon and opened the box.
"That round, black shape… could it be? Really though. A bomb. What a thoughtful gift. They even decided to light it for you. But don't get too excited. You haven't even seen the rest of the room yet."
Everything was a bomb. But you know that, because you played the game. Your probably wondering who I am, talking all omnipresent about the story I'm in and the game its based on. I think you can figure it out. Your smart. I think. I haven't met you, so it's hard to tell.
"Oh my. It seems everything in this area is actually a bomb. That dog's a bomb. That basketball's a bomb. Everything's a bomb! Brave correspondent… This big bomb will blow you to small, bloody, gory, smithereens in two minutes. Then you won't be reporting "live" any longer. How terrible. How disturbing. Our nine viewers are going to love watching this. How you spend your last moments? Goodbye, darling!"
"Now what do we do, Flowey?" You asked.
"I'm not getting near those flames!" He squealed.
You rolled your eyes.
Suddenly, you realized what to do. You grabbed the bomb inside the present and held it up to the smoke detector. The sprinklers turned on as you smiled at your success. All of the fuses on the bombs went out.
And Mettaton was freaking out.
"I'M GOING TO GET RUSTY!"
Flowey looked happily at you. "Guess we showed him, huh?"
You snorted, "You were the one who refused to get near the bombs."