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Due to "popular opinion" Mettaton will be a guy. Everyone good? Also, thanks to a guest and Salkeya for reading the disclaimer. Everyone else, just stop. Just stop. Also, one guy/girl (they) asked if I'd ever played the game. No, I haven't. But, as I said in the disclaimer mentioned before, I specifically mentioned that Mettaton is, sorry, WAS a girl in this story, which implies that I know that Mettaton is a guy. And I don't think Pink is a set woman color. In fact, a long time ago, it was considered a incredibly manly color, as it had a close association with the color red( and I'd love to talk about the color red and its effects on thought processes). Pink is not gender centric. And further more, Mettaton was a girl in this story because I had the choice to do so as this is a NONCANON, Totally unoriginal fanfiction. For those of you that enjoyed the last chapter and my take on Mettaton, sorry for the rough opening. It was largely a rant, and completely unneeded. So, on with the show, my darlings.
Mettaton was confused. As HE flew around, looking for Nabstablook, he felt a growing dread. Blooky's house looked as if they haven't lived there for months. Did that mean that they were taken away so long ago? He fretted about the different things that could have happened to him. As he hovered around, he heard footsteps not to far away. He hid instinctively, as he didn't want anybody to see him like this. He looked from his hiding place to see who was there. It was a monster, with no arms. It was striped all around its body, and had many spikes on the back of its head. Mettaton mentally matched it with one of his fans, of which he had given some of his boots to, since it had been such a big fan. Not as big as Blooky, but still pretty high on the list. Mettaton figured that they would help him, when he noticed something quite peculiar. It has shoes on, not boots, and they were blue. Mettaton floated higher up to see if he was mistaken. When he was at an angle where he could see them, but they couldn't see him. It was, in fact, the same child, but it was wearing vastly different footwear. Mettaton, a little shocked at the monster's sudden change of heart, floated down to speak to it. "H-hello?" Mettaton said confidentially. Wait, scratch that, unconfidently. Mettaton blinked, and tried again, since the monster ignored him. "H-hey!" He said, even less confidently. The monster stopped, and looked at him, but as soon as it did, Mettaton went invisible, and back to the hiding place. Why was he acting so nervous? And why did he fly away? He
intend to, it just happened. Mettaton scratched his head, and looked up. In front of him was a giant sign, which detailed the location of a certain robo-dj's concert. "DJ BLOOK'S LIVE CONCERT ON 21 LEGS AVENUE! DONT MISS IT!" it said in bold, with various details littered all over it. Mettaton looked in horror and proudness. He soon realized what he was acting like. He was acting like Blooky.
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Again, sorry about the first author's note. It just bugged me that such assumptions were being made, or that they didn't properly digest the disclaimer. If you did write one of those, first off, lay off the cursing and the aggressiveness. At least be passive aggressive, or don't have your entire comment be uppercase. I don't need to show it here, just look in the comments, you'll find it, and if you do look, be warned. There are many curses( but if you did write one, you already know that). Second off, thanks for your concern about Mettaton's gender. I LOVE criticism. It's what makes people better writers, artists, directors, actors, and many more. But the criticism I like most is a wonderful thing called "Constructive Criticism." Look it up, it would be great advice to help authors like me to get better, and make stories that A: are pleasing to the audience and B: pleasing to the authors. So, please, do yourself a favor and check it out. P.S. That uppercase one is hilariously proofing my point, but hey, freedom of speech is freedom of speech.