||Lies & Desires.||

Deals.

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Sans hated every bit of this.

He hated Hotland with a passion. For more reasons then one. And considering the fact he's making deals in a place where everyone hates him in. Not his best idea.

Which of course, wasn't his idea. Wings wanted him to go out today and make a damn deal with that fucking robot. And oh how he hated that robot.

The star of the underground. Or well, used to be. Now star of Hotland. Which really got under his circuits.

His face everywhere on build boards to tv ads, he truly was everywhere. Monsters only adoring him because of their pervy minds looking only at his robotic yet revealing body.

And for obvious reasons the deal was in secret. As if Asgore even found out Sans was there .. he'd rather not think about it.

The only reason the old man was still in power was because of that second soul. Another reason to hate humans all together.

And now, Sans stood in front of the red and black robot. His face showing obvious hatred and distaste for the thing.

"Sansy ~! Darling. Why such a long face~?" Mettaton teased. Causing Sans to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

The robot chuckled. Putting his two left hands on his hip as if to pose. As right now the only thing he wore was a long black rope and his iconic red stilettos.

"We go way back Sans. And I like a big man such as yourself ~ But, you caught me at a bad time darling." He remarked. Looking into his dressing room mirror, applying mascara to each one of his 4 yellow eyes.

The more Mettaton talked, the more aggravated Sans got.

"Look robot. The only reason I'm even here, is because Wings sent me. The Royal Ball is in 4 fuckin' days. That's not a lot of time. So do you have what we want, or not?" Sans snapped.

The royal ball being extremely important to mobsters all over the underground. The one time of year all the dons make peace with eachother. The Gaster brothers, Undyne, Asgore.

Knowing this time the brothers aren't there for a few drinks and laughs. They're there for the king.

"Mmm .. I love demanding men too. I'll only give you the weapons if you give me what I want ~" Looking away from the mirror, walking towards Sans. Two of his hands cupping Sans cheekbones, the other two on his hips.

The sudden action made Sans viscously frown. If Mettaton wasn't an important asset to them, he would've ripped every arm off himself. A hateful aura emanating off him.

" - I want Frisk to work with me for my shows. That hot thing of yours would be perfect for Hotland. We'd be a hit don't you think Sansy ~" These words somehow surprised Sans.

"Y'know I don't have control in that Mettaton. You'd have ta take that up whit Grillby." He stated. As he could only imagine how angry the flame monster would be.

"No, no, no! But you can, see, she's infatuated with you Sans. She'd do anything for you if you just asked. After saving her life, can you blame the poor girl?" Mettaton giggled. A sly smile on his face.

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Sans couldn't help but think about that day. Their final human to escape.