Chapter 15 ~ Mettaton's Glamour Run

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A bonus chapter for yoooooooooooooooooooooou.

Metatton sighed. "The glitz.. the glamour.. the spotlight.... Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Mettaton slumped over a chair, almost in tears. "Oh, Roberta, this is too much to take!" 

He stood up, and struck a dramatic pose. "I am too fabulous for the fashion world!" A crowd stood up and clapped. "Thank you, thank you!" Metatton walked off the stage, and both males and females cheered. Mettaton was the face of the monsters and a celebrity; many humans liked him, maybe because he seemed the most human of them all in appearance and personality.

He sat in his dressing room, and his phone buzzed. He picked it up.  "Who could possibly be texting... Oh! Oh! The darling is alive! The daaaaaaaaaaaaaarling is aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!~"

He stared at the text enthusiastically, which had details of where you were and that you had escaped your 'fate.' 

"OH. MY. GOOOOOOOOD. BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKY~!" Napstablook was floating in the corner. He had on a headset... he was Mettaton's agent, as Frisk was too busy with his ambassador job. 

"...Yes, Metatton?" He asked, sullenly.

"WE MUST HOLD A GLAMOUR RUN!"

"But...the humans really didn't like the last one... They said you couldn't hold them anymore after Undyne blew up a few buildings..."

"NONSENSE, DARLING! THAT WAS YEAAAAAAAAAAAARS AGO!~ I want a Glamour Run, and a Glamour Run I shall have!~" 

"But... Papyrus accidentally filled an entire restaurant with spaghetti on the previous Glamour Run..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONSENSE!" Metatton was actually screaming now. "I want to host a Glamour Run!"

"But... Frisk made a bunch of people fall in love with him on the first Glamour Run...."

"GLAMOUR RUN!" Mettaton screamed, grabbing his fur coat and traipsing out of the room. "I know exactly who our guest of honor should be!~" 

Watch out. He's coming for you.

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