Action!
The curtains rose revealing a single spotlight.
Beneath that single spotlight posed a dashingly handsome robot.
He opened an eye and hummed in delight before opening his arms to embrace the cheers of his adoring fans.
"Welcome darlings, to the first round of the MTT Dance Competition~" He declared, flashing a daring smile at the crowd.
Screams and cheers erupted as fans started cheering his name.
"Please welcome our guest panelist as well darlings," Mettaton motioned elegantly towards the panelist.
In the panel section sat a rather disgruntled looking Alphys and a uncomfortable Asgore. Both waved awkwardly as the spotlight shone into their eyes before returning to Mettaton.
"But Darlings, the decision is not theirs alone... oh no, not at all. Tonight you shall all be voting for your favourite performers~" Mettaton paused dramatically as the crowd's pitch seemed to explode.
Smirking Mettaton bowed, "Well, without further ado let us bring out our first competitor."
The crowd hushed in anticipation, "You all saw her perform in the auditions with a burning passion and now she is back to fight her way to the next round. Please put your hands together for... UNDYNE~"
The crowd began chanting Undyne's name as the stage lights blacked out.
In a flash the stage was engulfed by light and in the center stood Undyne at attention. The music began and with such ferocity the fish lady began to dance. She tumbled, she flipped, she kicked and the crowd loved it. Half way through the performance she pulled off the restricting jacket with a growl and a smirk of relief as she dove into the final part of dance much to Mettaton's dismay (he liked that jacket).
Panting, Undyne held her final pose as the crowd shouted and yelled words of amazement. Undyne smirked and raised her hands above her head, "Heck yeah, bring it punks!"
The crowd loved it. They burst into another chant as she strode of stage.
Mettaton reappeared once again, "Now, for our next competitor~"
Frisk watched in amazement as Undyne performed.
Sans sat beside her, "heh, she did a good job. i see why mettaton put her on first. she really winds up the audience."
The duo watched as the dog couple came out and performed some type of elaborate swing. As they finished, with a lot less but still a rather thunderous applause, the next competitor was called.
"Papyrus, your next. Please take your place," Called the same stressed cat-like monster Frisk had seen last time, Burgerpants.
Papyrus was practically buzzing with energy as he made his way to the side of the stage.
"good luck, bro," Sans called out.
"THANK YOU BROTHER. GOOD LUCK TO YOU AND THE HUMAN AS WELL," Papyrus called out before rushing out onto the stage.
Papyrus was filled with energy as he moved across the stage in a eloquent moves. His entire figure swayed and bopped to the music. The golden tassels of his pants moved well in the light, surprisingly the entire outfit seemed to suit him well. Papyrus twisted and stepped in time to the music before twirling into a final pose.
The crowd whistled and applauded enthusiastically as Papyrus laughed and bowed before skipping off stage. The entire crowd was buzzing with the energy left over from his performance.
Mettaton returned once again to the stage. "What an amazingly energetic performance from one of our handsome performers... now for a more heartfelt dance. They made it into the competition with a mixture of luck and skill but are here tonight to prove they belong. Please but your hands together for the next duo, Sans the skeleton and Frisk the human!
Ignoring the cheers of the crowd Sans turned to Frisk, "don't forget our plan kiddo... if you start to freeze or feel scared just remember i'm right beside you. If you feel scared..."
"Look only at you and forget that their is anyone watching us... like we are dancing in the studio," Frisk finished shyly, her face a slight pink.
Sans nodded at his shyer counterpart, his cheeks tingly as he held out a hand, "heh, i believe in you kiddo... now let's go knock the socks of this crowd."
Frisk smiled and took his hand, "I like the sound of that."
They made their way on stage as the lights turned off. Frisk took her place center stage, she was huddled close to the ground in a misshapen circle, whilst Sans stood to the front left of the stage in a neutral position.
The lights faded in as the music started.
Their song told a story... and somehow Mettaton had manage to make that story even more enchanting with his interesting costuming choices. Frisk rose slowly as the crowd gasped at the stunning costume. She moved elegantly to the soft music like a swan who was awakening from a deep slumber.
Sans watched as Frisk's dance captivated the audience, until his part came in. The music began to evolve as a second spotlight revealed him and he joined the dance. He moved confidently towards the swan that was Frisk. A prince whose eyes had been drawn to the beauty of the swan.
As they approached each other their two separate dances became one as they flowed effortlessly into the second part of the dance. Frisk looked nervous, however the arrival of Sans by her side evidently had calmed her. Her eyes were glued to his and he knew she was using their plan.
Moving together in almost perfect unison the hardest part for Sans came up. The part where the swan was revealed to be an angel who had fallen to the Earth and the prince become scared but intrigued by the creature. As Sans executed the moves almost flawlessly the dance seemed... slightly forced. His soul pounded in his ears as he forced himself to ignore the feeling of falling. He skidded slightly as panic gripped him and the floor seemed to rush up to meet him. However he managed to force himself into the next move without the audience noticing.
Together they moved into their final pose, Sans hands placed on Frisk's waist as she reached for some invisible treasure in the sky. The portrait of a prince assisting an angel to return to her home being painted by their pose. Sans was breathing heavily as sweat slid down his pounding skull, but he forced a cheery smile at the wild audience. Beside him Frisk was waving shyly as her hand slipped into Sans and she led them off stage.
As soon as they were clear of the bustling stage crew Frisk turned around and engulfed Sans in a hug, "We did it!"
Sans chuckled, "yeah, we did kiddo... we really did."
Frisk pulled away and looked Sans squarely in the eyes, "A-are you alright? You seemed like you were about to have a panic attack during the dance."
Sans rubbed his skull nervously, "yeah... sorry about that kiddo."
The human female waited patiently before realizing she wasn't going to get an explanation. She sighed, "Okay. I understand if you don't want to talk..."
Turning away from Sans she walked over to where the other competitors were watching the other dancers from.
Undyne and Papyrus high fived and hugged the small human respectively before turning their attention to the stage where the other human was performing to a fast-paced song. Their long-tailed coat tailing behind them. The way they danced both terrified and enchanted Frisk. They were graceful but held an unyielding force in their steps.
As the music came to an end they flashed the crowd a prideful smirk before striding towards the rest of the competitors.
Chara's eyes found Frisk, "You're quite a skilled dancer. I can see how the comedian made it into the competition. Pity you were stuck with him, you could have done so much better by yourself."
Chara's smile widened as Sans's, who had finally joined the group, face darkened, "watch yourself kid."
Frisk's skin crawled at the anger that was evident in Sans's deep voice. His pupils had disappeared in the murky darkness of his eyes sockets. The intensity between Sans and Chara could have been cut with a knife... not that Frisk felt having a knife anywhere near these two would be a safe idea.
A tutting sound interrupted the two from their glaring match as Mettaton appeared seemingly out of nowhere, "Now, now darlings... you've had your chance to battle it out on the stage. Let the audience be the deciding factor as to who is better."
Chara stepped back as a hand ran through the reddish-brown of their hair, "Ha, I think we both know who won't be progressing to the next round."
Chara sent a sly look towards Sans and a sweet smile towards Frisk before turning on their heel and striding off.
Mettaton shrugged," Well excuse me but I have one final act to introduce."
Muffet and her group where last, as they finished their amazing performance, leaving a webbed farewell on the stage (which a very unhappy Burgerpants was then told to clean up).
As the group crawled offstage Mettaton appeared once again.
"Now darlings, let the voting begin!"
As the final score was tallied and the last vote was placed nerves were running at an ultimate high for all dancers.
"Now viewers... here comes the most nerve wracking moment of the competition. Who will proceed to the next stage in the competition.. and who will watch as their dreams are shattered to pieces before their very eyes," Mettaton's voice was low with intrigue and mystery.
"I will now announce, in random order, who will be progressing to the next stage..."
Their was a hushed silence as Mettaton read the first name from the list in his hand, "First we have... The human Chara!"
The crowd applauded as Chara smirked towards Sans before sauntering onstage.
Mettaton smiled as the crowd became quiet, "joining Chara we have... UNDYNE!"
The crowd screamed Undyne's name as they cheered and whistled. Undyne sent a toothy grin towards the audience as she joined Chara onstage.
Mettaton raised a hand to silence the crowd, "Also joining these two lovely contestants... another solo performer Papyrus~"
Papyrus bolted onstage in excitement, a large grin spreading across his face. The crowd absolutely adored his enthusiasm, mirroring it in their own cheers.
Finally a solemn hush engulfed the crowd.
"And finally... the last performance two join these three onstage next week will be..." Mettaton paused as the crowd and viewers at home leaned forward in their seats, hearts pounding.
"Will be... Sans the skeleton and Frisk the human!"
Frisk and Sans met each other's shocked expressions as they heard their names called. Sans's face was a open book of disbelief as they stumbled out onto the stage in front of the cheering crowd and blinding lights. Chara's glare digging into the back of San's skull.
Neither of them following what Mettaton was saying. Something about mentors and their wills being put to the test.
The rest of the night was a blur to both as words of congrats were exchanged and the lights of cars were replaced by the dark streets of the Ruins. Even when Frisk was no loner at his side did Sans really understand what had occurred.
It was not until he and Papyrus had parted ways for their bedrooms that he finally registered it all.
"w-we did it... we made it!" Sans bolted up right as a smile spread across his face and laughter bubbled out from his mouth as he repeated the line over and over again.
Well i don't know how well written this chapter is...
soz guys was kinda stressed out today and super busy so this chapter might be a little rushed.
Hope you enjoy it anyway~
Next chapter:
Mentors for the dancers are revealed~~~~~~
Also who do you reckon will make it into the finals?
Who will fight it out?
Who will win?
Who do you want to win?
Haha see ya next chapter,
Author-chan over and out :3