Strike a Pose (Mettaton x Reader)

Chapter 2

Entering through the gate and showing the security guard my ticket was very nerve wracking. I was convinced that I had a bunch of cocaine up my ass and he would find out. I didn't, obviously, but I almost blurted out that I did.

Frisk held my hand through the door once he checked my bag and we were in. I squeezed their hand nervously. "You're friends with Mettaton, huh?" I asked them, but I knew they were.

"Mhm," they responded. Their smile never left their face. "I'm so excited to see him! I've been to like every single one of his shows and oh my god they get better every time! Sometimes he even lets me up on stage!" They were practically vibrating with excitement. I had to put my hand on their shoulder to get them to stop.

It was impressive how they saved the entirety of monsterkind as a mere 10-year-old. By now they were about 14 and they acted exactly how you'd imagine a hyperactive agender 14-year-old with ADHD would act. They were fun, but I could only hang out with them in moderation without being overwhelmed.

Frisk's eyes flew open for a second when they felt their phone vibrate, but they relaxed a second later as they took it out of their back pocket. "Oh, it's from Mettaton!" Their grin returned. They scanned the message a couple times. "He wants to see me before the show."

My eyes widened, and I leaned over their shoulder to see that they weren't lying. Frisk shot him another text with their fast Gen Z fingers. "Did you wanna come with?" they asked me, tilting their head. "I bet he'd wanna meet you."

I shook my head violently. "A-ah, I couldn't. I'll wait for you at our seats." I smiled awkwardly, trying to convince myself to turn down the offer even though I wanted to.

"Are you sure?" they asked, raising their eyebrows. "I already told him you'd come, it would be disappointing if you didn't."

"Y-you did?" I stuttered, glancing over at their phone.

They quickly sent another text. "I did now."

My heart pounded in my chest. "Frisk!" I snatched their phone out of their hands to read it. Just then, a text came in from Mettaton saying that he was looking forward to meeting me. My legs felt like jelly.

"Hey, give it back, cat-boy!" Frisk shouted, grabbing at my hands to take it back. They ended up bumping into a couple monsters in the process, apologizing profusely, and finally taking it back. They pouted at me, but it turned into a smirk when they realized I was blushing. "Come on, let's go!" Without another word, they squeezed my hand and dragged me away, clearly knowing where they were going.

"F-Frisk! Let me go!" I gasped, running after them so that my hand wasn't torn off.

"No, you gotta meet him! He's the best!" they gripped my hand even tighter so that I thought the bones in my hand might shatter.

I opened my mouth to protest but they used their free hand to cover it, smudging my coral blue lipstick in the process.

"Frisk, my lipstick!" I yelped after pulling their hand off of me.

"Ew, I got it on my hands!" They stuck out their tongue indignantly and wiped the lipstick residue on my sweater.

I grumbled and swatted at their hand. "That's my sweater!"

Finally they stopped running, and I almost fell over. "Here we are!" they cheered, knocking on the pink door in front of us. It had a gold star that said "Mettaton" on it. His dressing room, huh?

Someone turned the doorknob and cracked it open. "Come in," a mechanical voice I recognized as Mettaton sang. My anxiety shot through the roof. This was for real this time.

"Mettaton!" Frisk greeted loudly, slamming the door open to enter the room. "I missed you!" They reached up so that the famous robot could pick them up and twirl them around.

I stood awkwardly outside the door, unable to do anything. Mettaton set Frisk down with a blinding smile before turning his gaze to me. The second his beautifully pink eyes met mine my heart almost stopped. Something flickered in his expression for a split second but almost immediately returned to normal, making me wonder if I just imagined it. "Frisk, darling, is this the friend you were talking about?"

Frisk nodded violently. "Yes, it is! His name is (Y/N)!"

The humanoid robot smiled politely at me and gestured for me to come in. "Come in, (Y/N), we have some time to kill." One of his hands retreated into his arm and came out as a chainsaw. "Figuratively, of course," he added, not before cutting a clock in half. I flinched as the glass shattered and fell to the ground.

When his hand returned to normal I took a step in the dressing room and gingerly shut the door behind me. "Hi-" my voice cracked, so I started over, "Hi, Mettaton, it's so nice to meet you." Out of awkwardness I bowed, my hair flopping in front of my eyes.

Mettaton tilted my head up so that I could meet his gaze. My face burned in embarrassment. "No need to be so formal, darling." He took a graceful seat on the pink couch, stroking the soft heart pillow as he crossed his long legs.

I bowed my head again subconsciously but realized my mistake and stood upright. "Right, of course." Frisk pointed their thumb at me and rolled their eyes affectionately. The robot chuckled at the gesture as the teenaged human sat on the couch next to him.

After a lot of non-verbal encouragement, I also sat down next to the other two. The second I did, though, Frisk's phone started ringing. They squinted at the name. "It's Papyrus, I gotta take this." They answered and held it up to their ear. "Hey." All I heard over the phone was something about Alphys.

Frisk rose to their feet with a sigh after hanging up. "I gotta go, Alphys is having a makeup malfunction and apparently I'm the only one around here who knows how to do makeup," they said sarcastically while pointing at my practically professionally done look.

Mettaton held a hand to his mouth in surprise. "Oh, no, you better go help. Hurry, darling!"

As the door slammed shut, I went to leave too, but Mettaton touched my arm. "Ah, (Y/N), can't you stay? I wanted to get to know you." His smile was way scarier than intended—scary because I was stuck in a room talking to my celebrity crush. It sounds like a dream come true, but I could barely formulate words in my head.

When will my suffering end?