Mettaton X Reader

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(Y/N) hadn't intended on sitting on her couch watching t.v. for thirteen hours on her personal, obligatory, 'lazy Sunday' but that's what happens when you wake up on the couch with the t.v. on. Although, it had been at least a little beneficial. She dropped the remote while channel surfing and landed on a documentary about space. It was very informative. However, with the remote back in her hands, she was back to channel surfing.

Although, her efforts were slowly becoming futile, as not only was there nothing good on t.v. and the remotes battery was nearly dead. 

She stopped on one channel in particular. 

MTTTV.

What she personally considered the worst channel on t.v. Sometimes, she watched it just to spite the shows on it. While she didn't personally have anything against the shows themselves it was more that she had something against the heart and soul of the channel. Mettaton. She'd hated that glittery robot since he crawled up from the underground and taken the world by storm, the same way she had just months before.

Being an idol wasn't as pleasant as it seemed. She had to maintain her presence in the media, or else she'd fade out just like every mainstream celebrity to ever exist. And this robot didn't seem to want to let her keep her stance as number one, despite the fact that they worked in separate fields.

(Y/N) was a singer.

Mettaton hosted shows on his own channel.

(Y/N) scoffed at the screen. There appeared to be some sort of imbecilic talk show  going on that (guess who) Mettaton was hosting. (Y/N) clicked the button to change the channel, but to no avail.

"Oh man, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," she groaned. "Aliyah!" (Y/N) called for her manager, whom had been living with her because (Y/N) needed coaching both on stage and off. And she was quite close to her, but she wouldn't dare admit it out loud. "Ali, come change the channel for me!"

No response.

"Thanks Ali, I sure do appreciate it," (Y/N) yelled sarcastically. She decided she'd just hate watch whatever bland program was on, rather than getting off the couch, however much to her pleasure, it was nearly over already.

"A special thanks to everyone in the audience tonight, and everyone of you gorgous souls watching at home," Mettaton said to the camera, a clearly reused line that seemed cliche even for such a tacky show. Despite that -much to (Y/N)s displeasure- the audience roared with claps and cheering. "Oh but, we're not quite done yet! I have one very special additional announcement to make!"

This piqued (Y/N)s interest slightly. What could that stupid cyborg have to say that he had to stop the usual flow of his program to announce? 

"Since it's our six month anniversary of being on air, here on the surface," More cheers from the audience, "we're inviting a very special guest! Our very first human guest! And a mighty famous human at that! As of right now, we're inviting (Y/N) (L/N) to be the first ever human on my show!"

You're kidding. (Y/N) sat up in utter disbelief. 

"Hey, I've just gotten word that you've been invited to- oh, you're watching it now aren't you," Ali said, leaning over the couch.

"Oh, NOW you show up!" (Y/N) muttered. 

"It's a pretty big opportunity. This could really put you out there again. Especially if you make friends with, uhm, what's his name again?"

"Mettaton," (Y/N) hissed, her voice soaked in malice. "I'll be on the damn show. But I am not, I repeat NOT going to be friends with that android fuck ass."

"Funny, his manager and I had a very different idea, that could benefit the both of you, quite highly."

(Y/N) groaned. "This had better be good."

AN: Guess who's Mettaton trash #1 lmao. I'm writing the legbot a story, but it's mostly just for fun, so my peridot one will probably come first. And, because I'm total trash, I made a polyvore set to go with this chapter. Tbh, I'll probably do this for like, every chapter.... But anyways, the reader is a famous singer, whom i envision having a song style similar to that of Lorde and Lana Del Rey's love child. Thanks for reading u thirsty af robot fuckers, Gaylord is out, peace.

(here's a link lmao http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=183390526)