Deadly Robot's Game Show

Frisk steps into Alphys's lab and he smiles, It'll be good to see her, I never hurt her. He walks through the dark lab, watching the monitor. He chuckles softly at his reflection over the t.v screen, "I look horrible.."

Alphys stumbles out of the bathroom and Frisk looks at her. The lights turn on and she gasps, stuttering, "O-oh, human! Y-you're here.. Uh.. Heh.. Um.."

She nervously pushes up her glasses, "I-I've been watching you.. H-human.. I.. I want to help you! I'm Dr. A-Alphys.. The Royal Sc-Scientist.. Though, I-I need to warn you about.. About.. M-Mettaton.. He's uh.."

She starts to look around, someone else might overhear. Frisk just smiles, knowing the robot ghost will make his "grand entrance" very soon. Alphys takes a few shaky steps closer to Frisk, "Mettaton.. He's an entertainment robot.. He, uh.. I, um.. I may have.. Added some.. Human killing upgrades? That was b-before you came along! I tried to shut the upgrades down, but.."

He looks around nervously again, "He wouldn't.. Let me.. So, uh.. A-about Mettaton.. He kind of has.. A thirst for human blood? B-but you should be fine if you j-just avoid him!"

Literally the next second, Mettaton bursts through the wall in the form that makes him look like a t.v remote. Mettaton moves in between Frisk and Alphys, "You called, Darling?"

"M-Mettaton!" Alphys gasps.

Mettaton turns to Frisk, "Ah, yes, the human! Welcome to my special game show! I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and if you get them right, you get to live! Oh, but if you get them wrong, you get a fabulously gruesome death! Beautiful stuff, ladies and gentlemen!"

Frisk starts yelling and Mettaton shakes his finger at Frisk, "Sorry, darling, but yelling is against the rules!"

"O-oh, boy.." Alphys whimpers softly.

"Ahem," Mettaton holds up a microphone to Frisk's face, "We'll start with something easy. What do prize do you get for answering correctly? Money, mercy, a new car, or more questions?"

Alphys peers around Undyne, holding up four fingers. Frisk smiles, "More questions."

"That's correct!" Mettaton claps as random confetti shoots from the top of him, showering them, "Next question! What's the King's full name? Is it L-"

Frisk cuts Mettaton off, "Asgore Dreemurr!"

Mettaton makes a coughing sound, "Have you played before, darling?"

"N-no.." Frisk winces, I need to let him say the answers first..

Mettaton claps, sounding even more overly enthusiastic, "That's correct! We must have a mind reader here, beauties!"

"So, if you're a mind reader, human, tell me.. What's the next question? And answer, hmm?" Mettaton laughs, "The crowd is waiting. writing in anticipation, darling!"

Frisk frowns, thinking back to the first time, trying to remember. Frisk crosses his arms, "Uh.. Is it.. What are.. Robots made of?"

"Yes, yes!" Mettaton claps, "Wonderful! Now, what is the answer?!"

Frisk shakes his head, I'm drawing a blank.. He won't even give me the answers to choose from now..He sighs, "Metal, and.. Dreams?"

"Wrong!" Mettaton laughs.

"No, it's magic!" Frisk panics, "It's metal and magic!"

"Too late, love!" Mettaton laughs and lightning shoots from the ceiling and zaps Frisk. Frisk screams, falling to his hands and knees. He shakes, his vision becomes blurry and he feels like his insides are doing flips. He blinks and his eyes hurt. Mettaton grabs Frisk's arm, yanking it, "Don't die yet, darling, the game show's just began!"

Feeling suddenly very dizzy when Mettaton pulls him up, Frisk vomits. Alphys shrieks and Mettaton groans, "How unbecoming of you. This is a PG show.."

Frisk shudders and groans, "Can't.. If I lose.. I die.. How is death.. P-PG?"

Mettaton chuckles, "Poor kid's deleterious. I think we have time for one more question, beauties!"

Frisk groans again, "What's.. The last question.."

"Would you smooch a ghost?!" Mettaton laughs again.

Frisk chuckles, I remember this one.. "Heck.. Yeah.."

"That's all the time we have for now, darlings! Let's give a huge round of applause for out wonderful contestant here, the human!" Mettaton shouts, like he's in front of a camera. Applause noise comes from somewhere, Frisk suspects it's coming from Mettaton. The robot drops Frisk in his own vomit and leaves. Alphys gasps and helps Frisk up, "H-here.. Let me help you g-get cleaned up.."

Frisk smiles lightly, "Thanks, Alphys.."

After awhile, Frisk pulls his sweater back on. The stains of vomit are still there, but the sweater is clean now. He smiles at Alphys, who smiles nervously back, "Oh, um, before you go.. I upgraded your phone.. N-now it has texting! I added my number, s-so.. You can just call me if you need.. You know.. Help.. Or just.. Want to talk.. O-or something.. Else.."

"Thanks, Alphys. I appreciate it." Frisk replies, taking his phone and putting it in his pocket as he leaves through the back of the lab. He walks though Hotland, rolling his sleeves up. A Vulcan jumps in his path and he steps back. The guilt returns as he sees himself stabbing the small monster. He shivers and gets down on his knees, "C-come here, little guy.. I won't.. I won't hurt you."

Vulcan happily trots up to Frisk. Frisk wraps his arms around the little creature and he makes a happy noise. He releases it and watches it run off, smoke blowing out its top. He stands and sighs, "I can do this.. I will do this. I promised Sans.. I won't.. Break this promise. Not ever again."

He continues through and eventually he stops, finding an old apron lying on the ground. He picks it up and looks at it. It's obviously a human's, and there's stains on it, most likely blood, from the color, though it's faded. He frowns, "Asgore.. I wonder.. How many humans.. Actually made it to you, like I did.."