Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale.

Frisk looked down at her phone while walking. Her eyes were glued to the phone screen as she watched the heated rant Alphys was making about Mew Mew 2. She had never seen or heard of it herself, but with as much as Alphys swore it was the worse, she doubted she'd ever see it with her friend.

"Hey, you!"

"Stop!"

Frisk paused, looking up from her phone to turn around only to see two royal guards, one a rabbit and the other a dragon, coming her way in full armor. She could only tell by their ears that were showing. They were already there in front of her before she could even run.

"Um…hi?" Frisk tried to sound polite and push down her nervousness.

Seriously?

Frisk ignored the voice in her head and cleared her throat. "Is everything okay?"

"Unfortunately, no. We've, like, received an anonymous tip about a human wearing a striped shirt." One guard spoke up, and Frisk tried her best not to fidget under their stare. "They told us they were wandering around Hotland right now…"

Maybe spending the afternoon doing your weird flirting with Sans in front of everyone, wasn't the best idea? The voice snickered, and if Frisk could glare at her own mind, she would have.

"Don't look so nervous." The other guard spoke up. "I know it sounds scary though. But just stay chill. We'll bring you someplace safe."

"That's not um…" Frisk tried to come up with a lie, as one guard leaned in close to her. "Um...may I help you?" She tried leaning back, as her personal space was invaded.

"Just, like, come with us. Okay?" They started walking off, and Frisk sighed, not having any other idea what to do as she followed.

The walk wasn't long as the dragon guard suddenly stopped.

"...huh? What is it, bro?" The rabbit monster's ear, twitched as his head tilted. The dragon monster said something Frisk couldn't catch, and he pointed to Frisk.

"The shirt they're wearing?" The rabbit looked from Frisk then back to the dragon. " ...like what about it?"

Both guards turned to look at Frisk then, then back at each other.

"Bro... Are you thinkin...What I'm thinkin?" One spoke up as the other nodded, she could hear a deep sigh as one turned to face her.

"Bummer. This is like super mega embarrassing but uh...we totally have to kill you and stuff."

"What?" Frisk took a step back.

"Yeah, we're like really sorry bout the misundertandin. But ya know, it's like, Miss Undyne's orders." One step forward with his weapon in hand. Frisk hoped that she didn't die from this, but if she did, she was making sure to call Undyne and tell her guards to drop the order.

Isn't it crazy when you don't even care about death much? The voice inside her head gave a strange laugh that Frisk didn't understand She didn't have a moment to think more about what she meant by that as she dodged an attack. I need to get out of this…

They're practically stuck at the hip…

What do you mean? Frisk asked as she got a good look at the two guards. She noticed one always watched the other, looking away as though the other couldn't see. They were close together, and they seemed to love attacking together. It could mean they're just a good team but…

She decided to take a chance as she put her plan into motion. She reached into her bag and saw something she could use to shine armor with. She wondered where that even came from, until deciding she'd worry about it later as she started shining the closest one to her. She hoped that it would impress or distract the other guard.

"What are you doing?" They sounded surprised, and she moved as another attack came.

Yes, what ARE you doing? The voice in her head repeated along with the guard, but Frisk continued.

"I'm just…cleaning this for you." She gave a nervous laugh, realizing how that sounded as the other guard was still actively trying to kill her. It didn't help that the more she shined the armor, it seemed to get no better with how much the dragon was sweating.

"Argh. I can't take it anymore, it's like...too..hot!"

"Wait...I..." Frisk tried to get them to listen, but he was already removing the chest piece. With it, her idea was going down the drain. There was no way to impress the other guard now.

"Much better" The dragon guard let out a breath of relief, and Frisk tried to think of a new plan. She scratched her head until noticing the lack of attacks coming her way and looked to see the bunny guard sweating buckets. Her head tilted, and she narrowly dodged the dragon's attack but noticed the rabbit's attack was way off.

She looked from the rabbit to the dragon, blushing at her own realization as she moved in close to the rabbit guard. "Tell him." She whispered quickly, watching him fidget as he looked over at the dragon guard.

"I um…" The rabbit started as the dragon looked over at him. He kept fidgeting, looking at the other guard as he clenched his fist and let out a loud groan "I just...I can't take it anymore...I can't…"

"What?" The dragon sounded confused as he sent another attack at Frisk.

"Just…."

Say it...say it...Frisk watched, not even minding the attacks anymore as she watched the scene play out. So cute and romantic!

I think I liked you better when you were depressed…

Shhh! You'll make me miss it!

"I like you, bro! I mean like, like! Not the other one! Just the way you talk, the way you fight...the way you…" The rabbit continued with a soft laugh.

Oh, my gosh this so so cute…

You know it's creepy watching people like this…

Is not!

Keep telling yourself that.

"...do you want to get some ice cream after this?"

Wait...what...You made me miss it! Frisk let out an inner scream.

Oops?

Frisk glared, feeling sure that the voice wasn't sorry at all.

"You don't like gotta be mad, we can fight you some more if you want." A guard spoke up, grabbing Frisk's attention. She could see the two stealing happy glances at each other, and shook her head with a smile.

"No, trust me. It's fine, you guys go have your ice cream." She laughed, watching them both leave after waving to her. She kept up the smile until glaring again once they were out of her eyesight. She didn't even bother to stop glaring as she started walking.

I have to agree with the skeleton, you do squint your eyes a lot…

"Shut up!" She yelled out, hearing her echo into the darkness that was now around her as she blushed. This all seemed familiar, her phone rang as she looked around and answered it. Too familiar…

"Hello?" She tried to keep the annoyance out her voice, as she was starting to get an idea of just what was about to happen.

"I'm back! A-are you okay? You seem a bit annoyed. Is it the dark room? Don't worry! My h-hacking skills have got things covered." Alphys laughed yet Frisk couldn't get herself to laugh with her friend. This whole thing screams Mettaton.

A light switched on, and she sighed as she saw cameras all around her. Close by there was a viewing screen and she could see Mettaton at a desk, with papers in his hands with a red suit on.

"Are you serious?" Alphys cried out, and Frisk honestly couldn't believe the whole set up herself. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her eyes.

"Oh yes! Of course, darlings! And good evening beauties, and gentle-beauties! This is Mettaton reporting live from MTT News! And I am here to tell you all about an interesting situation that has arisen in Eastern Hotland! Fortunately for all of us, our correspondent is out there reporting live!"

Please god no… Don't tell me he means me… Frisk closed her eyes and prayed to whoever was listening that this wasn't going where she thought it was.

"Brave correspondent, please find something newsworthy to report! We have ten wonderful viewers waiting for you!"

Maybe it won't be that bad?

Yeah, you're right. Besides, we've only met twice. I can't judge him on only that.

Exactly, because it could be worse.

She rolled her eyes as she started to look around, as she first came to a strange looking notebook on the ground and picked it. A loud gasp came over from Mettaton as she looked over.

"Oh no, darling! Just how did that get there! It's a script for my new movie Mettaton the Movie XXVIII, Starring Mettaton! This one is sure not to bomb. I've even heard that like the other films it consists mostly of a four-hour shot of rose petals showering over my reclining body! But of course, that's not confirmed. We wouldn't want spoilers now, would we! So, of course, you wouldn't report this little thing and spoil it for everyone with say a promotional story, would you?"

Frisk stared, realizing that Mettaton had to be one of the most narcissistic people she ever heard of, met and encountered. Yet, she looked at the script and then at him. Maybe she was looking at this wrong. He seemed to care deeply about his work and tried his best, even if he had to resort to some schemes.

She smiled slightly, he was definitely annoying, but it was just Mettaton being Mettaton. For him, life was a show. A stage. And she felt determined to not disappoint him as she nodded.

"I'll report this one."

"That's perfect!" Mettaton praised. "Attention dear viewers! Our correspondent has found a movie script! And it looks like it's for my latest film! What are you waiting for dear, open it up! It's best not to keep the audience waiting for their latest scoop!"

Frisk beamed, ready to please the viewers as she opened the script then backed away quickly at the sight of a bomb inside.

"Oh, my! Dear heavens! What on earth could that be! That ticking sound… that lit fuse...It looks like I wrong about the movie. It's a box-office- bomb! And if my eyes don't deceive me, it's about to blast you to bits!"

"Mettaton!" Frisk screamed, dropping the script immediately.

"Don't get too excited, darling. You haven't even seen the rest of the room yet!" Mettaton waved his hand as everything seemed to come apart around Frisk, and all she could see was bombs all around her.

"Oh, my. Seems like all the objects in this room is actually a bomb! The dog! the basketball! Even my words darling!"

"Your?" Frisk blinked, looking up as words came off a screen exploding around her. How did that…

Almost like a purple SOUL mage…

"And now brave correspondent. If you don't defuse all the bombs, then surely this big bomb will blow you to smithereens in two minutes! How on earth would you report live after that? That would just be terrible darling! Just so terrible! "

Told you it would be worse…The voice spoke up again, and Frisk rubbed her head, starting to feel irritated along with a headache.

"Our nine viewers are going to love watching this! Good luck darling!" Mettaton waved before disappearing off. She could feel her irritation growing and took a deep breath.

It's okay. It's fine. I only have to defuse a bomb... something I never did in my life...it's fine...it's going to be okay…

Frisk, are you okay?

Never better…

Your teeth are doing this weird grinding thing, and I don't think you can make your lips even more of a line if you tried…

Frisk took another breath and exhaled as her phone rang, "Hello?" She was working hard to keep it together.

"D-d-don't look so worried! I installed a bomb defusing program on your phone! So just use the defuse option when the bomb is in the diffuse zone."

"Oh, Alphys thank you!" Frisk exhaled, feeling much better.

"It-it's my pleasure to help! Now, got 'em!"

Frisk moved fast as she could, defusing the bombs with Alphy's encouragement and guidance to each one. It was nerve wracking, but she felt determined to show Mettaton that she could do this. After reaching the last bomb, Frisk breathed in relief.

"Well done, darling! You deactivated all the bombs within the two minutes! So, guess what, now it won't explode in two minutes. Congratulations!" Mettaton applauded, but Frisk wasn't feeling any better about the situation. "So instead of two minutes, it'll explode in two seconds! Now tata darling!" Mettaton laughed, and Frisk closed her eyes, slowly opening as nothing happened.

"What?" Mettaton seemed just as confused as she felt. "It seems the bomb isn't going off."

The phone started to ring. Frisk wondered was this a good time to answer a phone, but she answered it anyway.

"That's b-because while you were mo-monologuing I um...fixed it where...um…"

"You diffused my bomb with your hacking skills! What an upset!" Mettaton gasped.

"Ye-yes! Exactly!" Alphys spoke up.

"Curses! I've been foiled again! Curse you, Human! Curse you, Dr. Alphys, for helping! But I will not curse my wonderful eight viewers still tuning in! So, until next time darling!" Mettaton took off as Frisk held her phone.

"W-we showed him, huh?" Alphys laughed, and Frisk didn't answer as she looked off in the direction Mettaton went. This was all so strange…

"Um...ar-are you upset with me...about earlier?"

"Oh, no!" Frisk said quickly, "It's not that Alphys. I promise."

"O-oh good, because um... li-listen...I'm sorry about earlier bu-but I do really think I'm more um...con-confident about guiding you. So, um... don't worry about that dumb robot, I'll protect you from him!"

Frisk laughed, "Thanks, Alphys.."

"You-you're welcome, and besides if really came down to it, we-we could just turn...um…"

"What is it?"

"No-nothing. We'll talk more later. Bye." Alphys laughed, quickly hanging up leaving Frisk confused. She put her phone away, going into her thoughts as she started walking again.

The CORE is closer…

Yeah...Frisk could see the structure over. She was getting closer to the King and then… Then what? She still had no plan after that. She stood still and just watched it, didn't she need some type of plan. And if they really did need her soul to be free, what then.

But there has to be some other way...Maybe once I'm home, I'll find out something more...She chewed on her lip, deep in thought.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there just staring as her phone started to ring, her clothes were plastered to her.

"Hello?" Frisk placed the phone to her ear.

"Hey...yo-you seem kinda quiet. Ar-are you worried about meeting Asgore?"

"I... maybe a little."

"We-well you shouldn't. So, don't worry, okay? Th-the king is a really nice guy, so all you have to do is talk to him. With your human soul, you can just pass through the barrier."

"Yeah...I know but…" She kept thinking of all the monsters, how would she help them. They needed a determined soul from a mage, right? Or would any human soul do...and should that human actually pay for something the mages did?

"Hey stop that. No worrying, okay?" Alphys paused only a moment. "Just forget about it, and smile. Okay?"

"Okay…" The phone hung up, and Frisk felt it weighing heavier in her hand than before. Just forget about it and smile she says...With a sigh she kept on moving, seeing an elevator and making her way to her next destination.

Just forget about it and smile…

You're not smiling…

I don't know how to help them... Frisk sighed but swore she saw an image flash in her mind. One of buttercups and blood.