Quick author note. Chara is non-binary in this story. You can give Chara whatever gender you want i don't mind.
Weeks had passed and it was finally the big night. Single auditions were first with group auditions being the week after. The competition would be broadcasted on tv however since almost half the city had turned up at the chance for stardom they had decided only to feature the best and the worst on television the day after the singles were selected (like those *insert country* has talent shows in case you are confused). Sans and Papyrus were both standing in the massive line of dancers each hoping for a shot to dance with the greats. The skele-bros had their numbers pinned to their respective backs and now were waiting anxiously. Sans 'heart' was beating like a rabbit running from a predator. Papyrus was also bouncing up and down, pointing and chatting away excitedly as he spotted people he either knew or recognized. San's was only half listening to his brother when an obnoxious voice met his ears.
"I can't believe they are just letting anyone audition. I mean look at half of these people, most of them will probably make fools of themselves."
San's scanned the crowd for the owner of the voice. He finally located them, it was a kid, probably a teenager by the looks. A human. They wore a black jacket, a black strip of material was wrapped around their chest, and black sweats with matching boots. Their hair was a short reddish-brown colour styled in a bob.
They laughed and pointed at another contestant before to speaking to the monster kid beside him, "Wow look at that. A real fish out of water that one is. Probably a master of the dance style 'the flopping fish'." Their companion looked uncomfortable.
"Um... that's Undyne. She's like a big deal to a lot of us kids around waterfall district...," The kid stuttered. If he had arms San's figured he would have have been rubbing his neck. The teen sneered at the monster kid, "Whatever, your all just going to embarress yourselves anyway."
San's glared at the human,"I'd be careful what you say buddy... might end up getting fish slapped if she hears you."
The human turned their glare on Sans. He was surprised to see their eyes were blood red. "Well would you look at this... a comedian who thinks he can dance. Are you going to try distract the judges with your bad puns so they don't notice your horrible dancing?" The teen sneered.
Sans just smirked at the human, "Tibia honest i think you might want to rethink how you speak to me," San's pupils dimmed almost leaving his eye sockets black.
The human sneered. Before any more words could be spoken between the two a stage manager called out over the crowd, "Particpants numbered 113 to 117 please come forward."
All at once Sans, Papyrus and the human moved forward. It seemed the three of them would be performing one after the other. Number 113 also joined, who appeared to be the "fish-out-of-water" herself. Undyne let out a hearty chuckle when she spotted Papyrus.
"Papyrus my man! Good to see you here," She said smiling.
Papyrus perked up when he noticed his fishy friend, "UNDYNE, IT IS GOOD TO ALSO SEE YOU."
Undyne wreslted him into a headlock before giving him a mega noogie. The two were laughing merrily until they were interrupted by the stage manager, "113, your up."
"Well looks like I've gotta go show you punks how it's done," Undyne smirked before striding out onto the stage.
The crowd cheered before Mettaton stood up from the judges table, causing the stadium to hush so he could question the newest talent. As they progressed they had Undyne introduce herself. Satisfied Mettaton dramatically posed, "Well then let's see if Undyne can dance~"
The crowd went wild before the music faded in. The song had a strong beat and was fast paced. Undyne dove into her routine. She did kicks, flips and spins. It almost looked like she was fighting an imaginary opponent in time to the music. The crowd was loving it. They were going crazy. When she finished all attention was sent to the three judges.
The judges panel was made up of Mettaton himself, Alphys (she was a good friend of Mettatons and the king of dance's assistant) and Asgore Dreemur (the king of dance himself, or at least that was his stage name, not that he performed as much anymore not since his dance partner had left him).
The scores were all exeptionally high, causing the crowd to go wild once again.
Sans heard a huff beside him. He glanced sidewards and noticed the human teen's face was screwed up in indignation. Sans couldn't help but mentally congratulate Undyne for peeving off the human brat.
Next up was Papyrus.
Sans watched his brother, pride swelling in his 'chest' as Papyrus twirled around the stage. Though be was a litrle uncomfortable with the way Mettaton watched Papyrus.
When Paps had finished his performance he passed on through with rather good scores - the highest coming from Mettaton.
It was then the Human brats turn. They smirked as they walked onto the stage, declaring their name was Chara. San's was annoyed with the pompous tone Chara used to introduce themselves with but watched silently. The music began and suddenly they were twisting and jumping, moving with such ferocity that Sans felt almost intimidated... almost. Begrudgingly he admitted that though Chara was a brat they were a... good dancer. San's cringed at that thought but continued to watch. He was definitely up against some strong dancers.
Finishing up Chara passed on smugly with some of the highest scores yet.
San's took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his now pounding soul as his number was called. He walked out onto the stage feeling confident, glad that due to his past comedian gigs at Grillby's he didn't feel intimidated by the large crowd.
Mettaton twirled onto the stage and draped an arm over sans shoulder. "Now now now who are you my handsome skeleton," Mettaton asked winking at the crowd though the question was directed at sans.
"Sans, San's the skeleton." San's hoped he wasn't grimacing, after all he wasn't the biggest fan of Mettaton but he didnt want to give the robot an excuse to give him a bad score.
"Well then without further ado let's see what you can do, Darling~"
Mettaton exited stage in a spectacular leap and twist as the music began to blare out of the speakers.
San's started slow his moves getting more intense with the music. He put his soul into his dance. Soon he had blocked out the crowd and it was just him and the music. Which was why he didn't see the marbles that rolled across the stage from where a red eyed human watched. The marbles made it to the center of the stage where San's was about to go into a spin. Expecting hard ground Sans was unprepared for the now uneven surface and his balance was thrown into disarray. There was a flash of light as Sans was caught of guard finding he was no longer standing but was falling mid air before hitting the stage with an audible thump. The music stopped and the room was filled with a shocked silence. The silence was abruptly broken by laughter coming from a red eyed human. This was followed by awkward laughter from the crowd.
The judges looked surprised. A barely audible, "oh dear." Was heard from Asgore.
Sans struggled to his feet as Mettaton stalked on stage. "Oh deary me... well I'm sorry to say my friend that the show must go on and the scores do not look good." Sans glanced over to see the lowest scores yet. A part of him cracked... he felt ashamed, angry, embarrassed and then empty.
He turned and hurried of stage, thoughts whizzing around his head. 'How had it happened? Why did it happen? Was he not good enough?'
These thoughts were interrupted by a boney hand on his shoulder, "SANS, I AM SURE YOU CAN ASK METTATON FOR A SECOND CHANCE... OR... OR THERE IS ALWAYS NEXT TIME."
Sans clenched his fist and looked away from his brother, "There isn't a second chance Papyrus... I blew it. I blew my only chance." He took a shakey breath. Papyrus looked worried, sadness for his brother evident on his face. However before he could try reassure his brother a voice called out.
"Heh, nice pratfall comedian. Too bad the judges didn't think so."
Clenching his fist Sans shut his eyes trying to control his anger, marching away. Leaving Papyrus to watch in sadness.
'I failed.'
Welp another chapter done. Im on a roll. Feel free to comment some constructive criticism and tell me what you reckon~