Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Undertale's Got Talent!

(We have the amazing, immaculate PattyEnder to thank for this request. Took way longer to start then I'm willing to admit. Been feeling kinda flat and unwilling to start, but that's just what my life is like.

And midway through writing this, I realized I had no idea how to structure a talent show.)

"Good morning, Multiverse! This is ya host speaking, Anchor-ton of Newstale!" the flamboyant, suited Mettaton on the stage gave the audience a saucy pose and glance. "And today marks the day we began our brand new talent show! Now, before we begin, I'd like to introduce you to our judges for the evening! So get ready to show them some love!"

"From the ever moving and grooving Dancetale, we have the hugely talented, Jazz! Then straight from Underswap, the musical magician and disk jockey, DJ! Rising straight from the darkest depths of Underfell, we welcome Chainsaw! And last, but certainly not the least, from the original Undertale, the first of the first... Prima Donna! " Anchor-ton gestured to the judge panel, pointing to each of the Mettatons and Napsaton as he called out their names, as said robotic monster waved to the crowd and cameras, some adding their own flare.

Introductions over, Anchor-ton continued on. "Now, in a couple of moments we will begin inviting our contestants onto the stage to show off their talents at a shot at an amazing cash prize of: 1 million g!"

The crowd cheered, excitement so thick it was nearly tangible.

"On that note, let's get this show on the road!"

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"Introducing to the stage... Pun-tastic Punishers!" Anchor-ton snorted at the name. "Pretty sure I know where this is going."

Classic and Red walked out onto the stage, waving to the crowd with lazy smiles.

Upon receiving the go ahead from Anchor-ton to start.

Classic did just that. "Ya know, I just flew in here from Undertale, and boy, are my arms tired!"

Red continued instantly, ignoring the snorts or groans from the crowd. "Seriously, Classic? Flight puns? Weak. I thought ya would be better as a-rrival!"

"What, are my puns not interestin' enough for ya? Sorry, but I like mine to be a bit more plane."

"Well, I like to pick mine with a bit more finis. You've just hit rock bottom, so maybe it's time to get a clean slate."

"Ya think those were worth a gold medal? If ya were just seeking attention, ya shoud'ave just shouted 'ey you!"

"Ya should only make element jokes periodically, Classic."

"But did it get a reaction?"

"I think your plotting something with these puns."

"On that note, did ya hear about the new guy from the other division? I think the companies down-sizing."

"The new guy? I think he's pretty average."

"Well, that's just mean."

"Eh, I've always believed that words could never hurt me. 'Nless I fall into a printing press, of course."

"I actually had to go to the hospital recently. Broke a leg. My friend was complain' so much."

"Did ya see the banana that was there? Heard he wasn't peeling well."

"Nah, to bust ignorin' my friend. He was squealin' like a pig, so they gave 'im oinkment."

"Animal puns? Toucan play at that game."