Fantraveler 2: Friday Night Funkin

20: Egg Shells

     I look around. Everyone is expecting me to get on stage. So I quickly but calmly walk through the crowd to the stage, my smile as big as Bendy's.

     "Now, Tonight, our human will be making human cheese! Not made out of humans of course! So stay tuned, after this darlings!" he says to a camera. I wave at the camera as it distances away from us.

     "How did you know I was coming?" I whisper to him.

     "Honey, I always know when someone's coming." He whispers back. I look at him with a face of 'ok for real tho'. "Papyrus informed me of your arrival."

     "How did Sans tell Papyrus and Papyrus tell you in the matter of three minutes of me walking here?"

     "Papyrus likes to talk. He usually talks to either me or his brother, and he feels lonely when there's nobody that wants to talk to him. He was excited to hear you arrived and would like to chat with you soon."

     "Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to have time to talk to him." I say honestly. "I gotta go back soon to another fandom to fix."

     "And we're live in three, two..." a monster says, he mouths one as a camera quickly comes closer. I be sure to look at it as I make my way quickly to behind the counter of the kitchen/set. The audience cheers as the cameras start recording.

     "Welcome back my sweets! If you weren't here before, which you should have been, Kaliven the human will be making cheese for us! Mozzarella as they call it! Now first, we need the ingredients. Let's make this interesting, shall we?" Mettaton looks at me and I become confused and nervous. Is he gonna pull the "chainsaw the human" gag on me?

     "How interesting will this be exactly?" I look at him with this nervous smile. He laughs, which makes me wonder if I should be relieved or scared.

     "Sweety, there's nothing to be scared of! If you don't get all of the ingredients in one minute, you'll be dumped with a carton of eggs!" the audience laughs lightly.

     "Ok, got it."

    "Are you ready?" Mettaton asks as he grabs a kitchen timer and turns it slightly to one minute. The audience joins him as he counts down.

    "THREE, TWO, ONE" and Mettaton let's go of the timer and he starts to shout the ingredients.

     "Milk!" I run to the fridge, but I slide on the floor and before I land face first, I turn myself as I fall. It's a habit I do. Helps from getting face planted. I land on my back and I use my foot to open the fridge door as I use my hands to get myself up. I only then notice that everyone laughed when I fell. It makes me smile a bit.

     I grab the jug and I run back, being careful not to fall again, and I almost toss the gallon on the counter. "Liquid Rennet!" What the heck is that? It doesn't matter. I open all of the cabinets and I see a bottle labeled "Rennet" I quickly grab it and put it on the counter.

     "Cheese salt!" simple. I look at the counter where the cabinets are and I see a silver package of salt. I take a single step, reach my arm over, and grab it. I bring it back to the main counter. I think that's it.

    "Citric Acid!" oh come on. I mean, you gotta curdle the cheese somehow. I look in the top cabinets that are already opened. Nothing. I open the first cabinet on the bottom. Nothing. The second one. Nothing. The thi-

     The timer rings. "Oh my! It looks like your time has run out!" Mettaton says. I sigh, my hopes sinking in my chest. I'm still happy though. I notice another silver packet in the third cabinet. I grab it and read the label. It says citric acid. I sigh, knowing I was so close. I slap the package on the counter. Next thing I know, something solid and liquidy at the same time plonks on my head. The carton of eggs.

     The audience laughs as I smile with tht one "bruh" smile.

     "Well, I guess you can say I'm a real egghead," I say. The audience (somehow) roars with laughter. Mettaton looks over to me and shows a wink on his screen. I wink back. This is gonna be great.

     I walk out of the auditorium, I guess you can call it. I'm no longer covered in egg, due to using my communicator to remove it. I only then remember about Friday Night Funkin again. I was only supposed to stay here for the night, and instead I partook in a cooking show.

     "So, it was three chapters" I hear Sans say to himself. He's leaning against a wall. I pretend not to notice him, especially since I have no idea what he means by chapters. It's not like I'm in a book. Or maybe everyone is in a book, and our own very lives are being typed up on a pace, being decided by someone else beyond our world. Our futures are already in place.

     Nah.

     I tap my communicator, changing into my FNF outfit and disappearing from Undertale, back to Friday Night Funkin.