Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

66 - SHOKUGEKI NO KILLER ROBOT

(CHARA POV) [M]

     Frisk quickly caught up with me and grabbed my hand as we stood in front of the giant black door. The floor seemed to rumble beneath us as the door slowly opened.

    As we walked through it, the world around us seemed to get darker. It was quiet. Frisk got a call from Alphys and put it on speakerphone.

     "H-Hey, it's kind of dark in there, isn't it? Don't worry! I'll hack into the light system and brighten it up!"

     Huge studio lights turned on, revealing our location to be set of a cooking show.

     "Oh no." Frisk said. Mettaton came out from nowhere and exclaimed:

     "OHHHH YES!!!" Some elevator-style music played while an audio track of applause played over it. "WELCOME, BEAUTIES, TO THE UNDERGROUND'S PREMIERE COOKING SHOW!!!" A large banner unfurled overhead that read: 'Cooking with a Killer Robot'. I quickly stepped out of view of the camera. I don't know who's watching this, or if they would recognize me. Better safe than sorry. "PRE-HEAT YOUR OVENS, BECAUSE WE'VE GOT A VERY SPECIAL RECIPE FOR YOU TODAY! WE'RE GOING TO BE MAKING... A CAKE!"

"A cake?"

     "YES! A CAKE, AND MY LOVELY ASSISTANT HERE," He gestured to me while looking at the camera. "WILL GATHER THE INGREDIENTS."

     "Woah woah woah, not so fast. I'm not your assistant." Frisk responded.

     "IS THAT SO?" Mettaton pointed to the mass amounts of weapons that Frisk and I somehow didn't notice aimed at her from behind the camera.

     "Y-yeah.. I'm... uh..." she glanced over at the counter, then back to the camera.

     "Give him drama!" I whisper-yelled at her from off-stage. She looked at me and nodded.

     "I'm not your assistant, Mettaton, I'm your Competition." He was taken aback, but quickly understood what she was going for.

     "I SEE. WHAT AN UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS, FOLKS!" I gave her two thumbs up. "I WILL HAVE TO HAVE AN MTT™️ BRAND BAKE-OFF WITH THE HUMAN!! ALTHOUGH, WE WILL NEED AN IMPARTIAL JUDGE. MAYBE THE ROYAL SCI—"

     "I'll do it!" I ran into the set. Mettaton glared at me, but realized he was on live television.

     "THEN. ITS. SETTLED. THERE WILL BE 3 HOURS ON THE CLOCK! ARE WE READY?" Frisk looked at me, obviously nervous.

     "Are you ready? Get set... Bake!" And then I stepped back off to the side, as both Frisk and Mettaton scrambled for ingredients. While Frisk took her time measuring out and carefully weighing flour, sugar and eggs, Mettaton had the upper hand, being able to do all of these things just by looking and/or holding the ingredients due to him being a robot. He had access to basically every cake recipe on UnderNet... within a fraction of a second.

     I watched intently as Frisk's knife skills easily turned 2 and a half bars of 80% cacao semi-sweet dark chocolate into incredibly fine shavings. (I pay attention to these details when it comes to chocolate.)

     But, while Mettaton had the physical and mechanical advantage, Frisk was obviously in the lead, because she could cater to my specific liking... which was chocolate.

     Although Mettaton asked for an impartial judge... I was anything but. I just used this opportunity to eat more of my Girlfriend's amazing cooking.

     Frisk used pasteurized eggs, and she heat-treated her flour. It's obvious that this is to make the batter itself safe for consumption, even if the cake itself is undercooked. Not only that, but she was pouring her batter into 3 different sized ramekins.