(It lives! I'm so so so so sorry for taking so long with this. I got busy and then I lost interest all together in this story. But my friend gave me some inspiration, so if you thank anyone, thank her. And I want to thank you guys, for being patient and for supporting my story. Don't worry, I swear that Part 2 will be out this weekend. Luv y'all!)

Tok sat up on her bed, looking at the city through her window. Her view wasn't the nicest, but it was home. The apartment itself was actually quite nice, when you live with someone like Mettaton that tends to happen. Met was already recharging for the next day, but there was this thought in Tok's head she just couldn't shake out. Why did she help Grillby? Obviously, she didn't want the elemental to get mad at Muffet, but that could've been settled easily. Tok decided to clear her head, she needed some air. So being as quiet as a robot can, Tok snuck out through the window on to the fire escape outside the living room. Climbing down the escape she decided to go for a quick walk, then come back and charge up for tomorrow. Walking along the lamp-lighted street, Tok began to hum a simple tune. The more she walked the more that one thought grew, 'Why? Why? Why?' She was one to act on impulse, was that why? She was kind, even to those she didn't really know, was that why? Her thoughts were interrupted by another source of humming. Cursing to herself for not bringing a something to protect herself, Tok continued forward with her head down. Luckily the monster walked by with no conflict. Tok sighed to herself, she was used to getting worked up over nothing. She tried to never let her guard down, even around friends. Because in a place like the Underground City, even friends can turn to enemies.

Deciding to look up once more, Tok noticed she was in a new part of the city. She never really walked this much, but even then she would've known about a part like this. All the buildings were torn apart. Smashed windows and doors littered the sidewalk and the street was filled with torn and burnt papers. The buildings varied from regular apartments to skyscrapers that were broken apart halfway up. It all looked old and Tok got an uncomfortable feel from it all, so she turned on her metal heel to hightail it out of there. But, when she turned she noticed the way she came was different. There were barricades a mile or so down, and she knew she hadn't passed those before. Tipping up her hat to get a better look around she saw some glowing mist above her. Before she could question exactly what it was though some moaning came from the alley next to her. Jumping from the sudden noise in the dead quiet street, Tok slowly turned to her left. The darkness of the alley seemed to just open up into emptiness. Not even her night vision could pierce it. The moaning came again, it sounded like something in pain, and Tok's curiosity got the best of her.

"If it's hurt, then it can't attack me. So what's the harm in looking?" she reasoned to herself. No response came. Slowly creeping forward, the moaning seemed to stop now. A shuffling, instead, came from the alley. Tok stood still, straining her sensors for something, anything. Everything she picked up was jumbled some how. Her heat sensors showed nothing, despite her feeling heat from somewhere; she searched around for something alive, but nothing showed up. Yet, that shuffling was definitely not the wind. Then the worse of it happened, a static noise erupted. And it wasn't from the alley, it was in her head. Gripping her hair and ears, Tok fell. Everything went black.

Mettaton woke to shuffling, opening a single eye, he saw Tok leaving through the window as she did at times. The robot smiled to himself and unhooked himself from the charging station, he had charged up during breaks so he could have enough juice to go out tonight. Grabbing a thin, fashionable jacket off his stand, Met went out the door. Going down the stairs and out the building door, he waited for a bit and then lit a cig. Eventually a soft humming came from his left. Mettaton looked up and saw a thin monster in an orange jacket with their head down, he smiled.

"Lovely night isn't?" He asked the monster.

"Not as lovely as you." The monster answered back, only slightly stuttering. Removing the hood, Papyrus smiled at the robot. "Was that good?"

"Aww, that was perfect Pap. Your flirting has gotten better." Mettaton hugged the skeleton, burying his face in Pap's neck. "So why did you want to see me tonight? Are we going to go somewhere… special?" He breathed out the last word, taking note of Papyrus' shiver.

"Uh n-no. I just thought we could talk and walk, get to know each other a bit better." Papyrus answered back.

"Hmm, that seems okay. Let's go then. I want to get back before Tok tonight." They started their walk. Hand in hand. Papyrus asked Mettaton questions about what his life was like before he met Muffet and Met shot back questions about Pap's like before meeting Grillby. Turns out Muffet was an old friend Alphys, and met Mettaton through her. And Grillby is a family friend of the skeletons, (afterbrieflydatingGaster) and together they decided to open up a restaurant since the mob was small. Later on they met Undyne. She was just as young as Sans back then, Pap only being a baby bones. Undyne had a fire in her heart that couldn't be squelched and instantly took a liking to Grillby and the whole mob idea. Through her they met with the Dogs. The Dogs were a small family, but powerful. So, more friends were added to Grillby's mob.

"I bet you were adorable as a baby." Mettaton said, leaning against a light pole.

"What about you? What were you like as a child?" The skeleton asked.

"This body never had a childhood, but when I just lived with Blook, a long time ago, I was pretty reserved."

"Really? Never would've guessed." Pap said, stepping slightly closer to the bot.

"Ya looking back at it, the only reason I wanted to become a singer was because a while back someone heard my singing from the window of my tiny apartment and said I sounded fantastic." Met's head was facing the sky now, smiling at the memory.

"No kidding? Must've been one nice monster." Pap said, "Did you ever see them again?"

"Sadly no. It was so long ago, and I never did look out my window. I didn't want them to see the blush on my face." Mettaton giggled.

"Like the one you have now?" Papyrus asked, placing his hand on Mettaton's warm, metallic face.

Mettaton laughed. "I guess so. You've become much more comfortable around me." Their faces were just inches apart now.

"You are just so wonderful. I feel like I could tell you anything, and you would listen." Pap said, sliding an arm around Met's waist. They started into each other's eyes for a bit before Met began leaning up to him slowly, allowing Pap to stop him if he wished. But he didn't. Their lips connected and it seemed like sparks surrounded them. No sound was heard, no cars and not even the humming of the building's heaters. Their kiss would've escalated very quickly if it wasn't for the small gasp they happened to hear across the street. Stopping their little exploration of each other's mouths, they saw a fishy person across the way. Mettaton slightly recognized them but couldn't place them. It wasn't until Pap almost screamed, "Undyne!" than it all clicked. The main fighter of Grillby's gang had just caught her fellow mob member getting extreme friendly with the member of their rival mob.