Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale and this is an AU. Hope you guys enjoy the story and continue to let me know what you think.
Trivia: The Determination mage is also known as the Pheonix, only one exists at a time.
As Frisk left Muffet's parlor, she couldn't help but feel disheartened. She still had no clue beyond talking to Asgore, but she could only hope that would help her out. I can't leave them….
She could feel that other person, but they had no response to her. It was surprising since Frisk was expecting some sarcastic reply. Maybe they're just as worried….
Or you could pay better attention and get out of my head.
With those words, Frisk rolled her eyes at the voice. Says the person in mine...Frisk didn't reply more than that; she found herself a bit grateful for that other person. They had been helpful, though their emotions scared her some when they went out of control.
A poster on the wall caught her eye, and Frisk stopped in her tracks, her eyes starting to narrow at the sight of the robot on the poster. Maybe it's just a poster, and it's really just for his latest stage performance. Frisk said to herself while letting her fingers touch the letters.
The tragic tale of two star-crossed lovers kept apart by the tides of fate. The voice in her head read then laughed. Either that or Mr. Roboto knows about you and bone boy.
Frisk eyes narrowed, though she knew it was no one there to glare at as she felt a blush grow on her face.
There's nothing going on…
Right, you just wish there was. The laughter grew, and Frisk felt her cheeks heat up more as she walked.
But Frisk, you should know something...The laughter had died down, but Frisk was still too embarrassed to listen to the other person. Frisk!
"Oh! That human…"
The sound of that voice stopped Frisk right in her tracks, and she looked down, finally noticing the wood of a stage. Her eyes looked around, and she saw the set right beside her, then up to see Mettaton roll out from the corner.
"Could it be? My one true love?" Mettaton gasped, and his hands clasped together, as Frisk's jaw dropped at the sight of the robot in a blue princess-like gown.
I tried to warn you. The poster said that the performance was starting now…
Frisk couldn't piece together a reply as she heard him start to sing once he was closer. Her mouth stayed agape as the robot rolled across the stage floor as though he was dancing. Flowers started to stream down, and Frisk looked in every direction, trying to figure out where it came from as Mettaton continued.
"I... don't even know what to think anymore…" Frisk muttered, watching Mettaton pose with each movement he made.
"So sad. So sad that you're going to the dungeon." He repeated, but this time not in song.
"Why aren't you still sin-Ah!" Frisk screamed as the floor opened up and she dropped down.
"Well toodles!" Mettaton shouted, and Frisk tried to find something to grab onto, only to hit the ground with a thud. She groaned, picking herself up and brushing herself off as her body ached from the fall. She looked up, feeling glad for her ability to take a lot of damage.
"I really don't like that robot…" Frisk mumbled under her breathe as she brushed back her hair, watching as Mettaton floated above in a dramatic pose.
"Oh, no! Whatever shall I do?" My love has been cast away in the dungeon!" Mettaton sighed, and Frisk's eye started to twitch. The urge to bring on her magic was strong, and she fought to keep it down as Mettaton continued. "A dungeon with a puzzle so dastardly, my paramour will surely perish!"
"Puzzle?" Frisk turned to see what Mettaton was talking about, only to see the same puzzle Papyrus had used from earlier. She wondered if this one would break as well. "This...puzzle?"
"Yes! Oh, heavens have mercy! The horrible colored tile maze! And each colored tile has its own sadistic function! For example, the green tile…" Mettaton began as he started to name the tiles until he stopped leaving Frisk confused at the sudden silence.
"Mettaton?"
"Actually, didn't we see this puzzle before? So, you know all the rules, don't you?" Mettaton exclaimed, and Frisk quickly shook her head.
"Wait...I... I don't…" Frisk stuttered, but Mettaton continued without waiting for her reply.
"Great! Then I won't waste your time." Mettaton went over, and Frisk grumbled to herself about robots as she started towards it. "Oh!"
"What is it?" Frisk looked over, trying to keep her tone civil though she was more than tired of the robot.
"Just, you better hurry darling. Because if you don't finish in 30 seconds…" Mettaton paused, and Frisk was about to roll her eyes at the dramatics until flames shot up and they seemed to be coming closer. "Well, you'll be incinerated by these jets of fire."
The Phoenix dying in a fire, that's ironic…
Not now...Frisk hissed, backing away quickly as she tried to remember how the puzzle went. She didn't even hear Mettaton's words as she desperately tried her best to get through. Each step seemed to take her a step back until she heard the loud buzz and she kept shaking her head no at the turn of events.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It looks like you're out of time." Mettaton cooed, and Frisk rubbed a hand over her face, and then looked up at the robot.
"Mettaton, don't do this…" Frisk shook her head, looking at the robot as she hoped for something different to happen. "Please?"
"There's nothing I can do, my love! Oh, and here comes the flames darling." Mettaton gave a long sigh, and Frisk could feel the heat as the fire closed in on her. "They're closing in. closer and closer!"
Frisk looked around frantic for an exit and wondered if she could jump it but after the fall, then the heat surrounding her she felt drained. Frisk kept trying to think as Mettaton talked about the fire until she noticed something odd.
"Any minute now…" Mettaton let out a cough, but Frisk watched as the flames stayed in place.
"What's going on…" Frisk was confused, her mind racing until the ringing of her phone brought her out of it, and she answered with the other person in speaker. "Hello?"
You always pick the strangest times to answer phones…. Frisk heard that voice and felt like they were rolling their eyes.
"Watch out! I'll save you!"
"Alphys?" Frisk smiled, hearing the scientist on the other end.
"I'm hacking into the firewall right now, don't worry!"
"Thanks, Alphys!" Frisk smiled, breathing easier once the flames went out and she brushed back strands of hair sticking to her face.
"Oh, no! How could this happen" Mettaton let out a loud sigh, that sounded odd from the robot. "Foiled again by the brilliant. Th-"
"That's right!" Alphys spoke up, in a voice so firm it surprised Frisk while also making her feel good to hear the confidence in her friend's voice. "Give up already, Mettaton! You'll never defeat us, as long as we work together. Your puzzle's over, not go home and leave us alone!"
"Puzzles? Over? Alphys, darling, what are you talking about? Did you forget what the green tiles do?"
"The green tiles?" Frisk tried to remember, but her mind came up a blank.
"Well, darling, they make a sound and then you have to fight a monster…and that monster is me!" Mettaton pulled at Frisk's soul, bringing them into an encounter as Frisk groaned at the turn of events. She felt exhausted and was aching as she focused her strength into her soul, trying to keep herself together.
"I'm so getting tired of these games…" Frisk breathed out.
"Don't worry darling because this is it. Say goodbye. And no-wait is that your phone?"
Frisk looked from the robot to her phone, hearing the ring while trying to decide if it's a good idea to answer or not.
"You better answer, darling."
Frisk gave a slight nod, unsure why Mettaton was allowing her to answer her phone and she could hear Alphys on the other end.
"H-hey this seems bad, but don't worried. I installed one last thing on your phone!"
"Alphys, I'm seriously starting to wonder what all you installed…." Frisk looked over the phone, wondering how she didn't notice all of these upgrades.
"Just, d-do you see the yellow button?"
"Yes?"
"Go to the phone's ACT menu and press it."
"Okay…" Frisk looked at the yellow button a long time, a feeling going over her as she pressed it and felt her soul change. Unfamiliar power resonated within her and her eyes felt more focused as she zeroed in on Mettaton. "Alphys, I don't know how to use this magic!"
"It's connected to the phone, just press z!"
Frisk nodded, pointing the phone towards Mettaton and watched as yellow magic bullets came out hitting the robot making Frisk gasped. "Oh no! I don't want to hurt him..."
"Oh, no you have defeated me!" Mettaton let out a groan, and Frisk blinked.
"Huh?"
"How can this be? You're stronger than I thought, etc., etc." Mettaton groaned again as he wheeled away, and Frisk tilted her head.
"What just…." She shook her head, not understanding, and the phone rung breaking her from her thoughts. "Hello?"
"Looks like you beat him. You d-d-did a really good job out there. And it's all thanks to you."
Frisk could hear Alphys beaming on the other end, but something wasn't sitting right with Frisk about what just happened. Still, she didn't want to ruin Alphys's moment and chuckled.
"Alphys you're the one that was able to install yellow soul Magic on that phone and showed me how to use it. You're the one I should be thanking. Not to mention, I'd be burned to a crisp right now."
"What?" Alphys squeaked. "Oh, n-n-no! It was all you. You did the cool stuff and I... I just you know...wrote some silly programs on your phone. But um...c-can I tell you something…?"
"Anything." Frisk smiled. "What is it Alphys?"
"T-t-this might sound strange but...before I met you, I didn't really...I mean…I didn't really like myself…"
"Alphys…" Frisk frowned hearing the sadness in the dinosaur's voice, though she could have guessed that was the case.
"I just...for a long time...I felt like a total screw up. Li-like I couldn't do anything...not without letting everyone down at least…."
"But that's not true. You've done some amazing things. From the moment I met you…"
"Th-that's what I mean. I mean...guiding you made me feel...a lot better about myself. So, um... thanks." Alphys let out a small, shy laugh. "For yo-you know, letting me help you."
"Anytime, Alph." Frisk chuckled.
"Um, anyway…we're almost to the CORE. It's just past Mettaton resort. So, come on, let's finish this!"
"Wait, Alphys about the CORE. Ho-" Frisk stopped at the sound of a dial tone and frowned; she still didn't understand why Alphys didn't want to talk about her invention.
And you've been quiet for the most part…
Because I knew you'd be okay…
You knew Alphys would help us? Frisk was surprised at that.
Yes, but I'm not so sure that's a good thing.
What do you mean? Frisk's brows furrowed, and she waited for another reply, but after receiving none, she was left with her thoughts. And wondered more about the voice's cryptic words.