Stay Determined

- CHAPTER 2 - Mettaton?

You sit in your chair for a moment, staring at Mettaton, and he's staring at you too. It's a few minutes before either of you manage to say anything. "Uh..." Mettaton whispers.

You snap out of your trance and ask, "Who are you and how did you get into my house?!" You KNOW you locked the door.

"I... I... I don't know." He replies.

"You don't know who you are?!" You demand for an answer.

"Oh, well obviously I know THAT." He replies with a sing-song voice, "I am METTATON, the STAR of the UNDERGROUND!"

You wear an agitated look. "Shut up. I know you're not ACTUALLY Mettaton. That's impossible. WHO ARE YOU?"

"I told you. I'm METTATON, th-" he replies, but doesn't get to finish.

"Enough of this! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" You say, as you push him towards the door. He trips, and hits you house key that you had dropped other ground earlier, and you hear a loud "CLANK".

Now that you look at it, the metal on his face, arms, and waist look... alarmingly real!

"AH! Hey, lady!" He shouts. Your face changes from agitated to confused. You weren't having any more of this nonsense. No matter how realistic the metal was, and the weird moment with Flowey, you know made up characters can't exist in real life.

"Seriously! I don't know how I got here! T-there was this flower, and - and..." He tries to convince you.

"And... What?" You ask.

"And, I don't know. He started laughing, saying to someone that they didn't know what they were getting into, that he'd ruin their life! A-and then I ended up here!" He says.

You grab a baseball bat and hit him on the head. "HEY!" He screams.

"Did that hurt?" You ask although you know the answer, and surprisingly, it's not what you thought.

"No. I'm a ROBOT! But be careful!" He exclaims.

You begin to lower your guard, even though you're not sure why. "Prove it." You demand.

"Prove what?!" He stands up and starts to scream.

"THAT YOU'RE REALLY METTATON!" You start screaming too.

"I.... Uh.... Uhhhh...." He quietly replies.

"What?" You say trying to sound tough but knowing that you actually sound really cowardly. You can't help believing him.

Mettaton has a shocked look on his face, and says, "That WORKED?" But you don't respond.

You feel the part of his arm that looks like real metal, and just as you thought - it is real metal, with real screws and everything.

"You're... Real." You whisper in a voice barely audible.

"THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!" He shouts.

"Y/N, what was that?" Your mother asks from across the house. She had just gotten home.

"Shit!" You mutter under your breath. You shove Mettaton into the bathroom in your room, whispering to lock the door.

You walk into the kitchen, where your mother had just arrived. "Oh, nothing. Just a video I was watching on my laptop." You reply.

"Oh, good. I was worried that there was someone in there with you. But that'd be ridiculous." She says and smiles, "I know that you wouldn't invite people over without telling me. I have to go get some groceries, so I'll only be here for another half an hour or so."

"Great." You whisper.

"What was that?" Your mother asks.

"Nothing." You reply.

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After about another half hour, your mother finally leaves. You wait about five minutes, and finally go to get Mettaton out.

"Mettaton!" You say. "My moms gone."

"Oh that's why I had to be locked I here for like five hours." He says hinting that it was boring.

"It was only half an hour. And come out of there." You reply.

He comes out and sits on your chair by your desk. "So, what are we gonna do about you?" You wonder out loud.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You are a fictional character from a video game, we can't just show you around like 'Hey, look, it's Mettaton!'"
You say.

"I'm a - what?" He asks, and immediately you regret what you said.

Fuck.

"Uh.... Uh...... Nooooothiiiiiiiiing...." You gulp and say while stuttering a   lot.

Mettaton just sits there for a moment staring at you. But soon, he repeats, "I'm a what?"

You see the look in his eyes, and you feel like you have to answer now. So, you decide to rip the bandage off quickly. You say in the fastest voice you can manage, "You are a fictional character that exists only in the video game Undertale created by Toby Fox and none of your friends actually exist either."

He continues to stare at you blankly. So, you repeat in the slowest voice possible, "You - are - a - fict-," but Mettaton cuts you off before you can finish.

He says in an equally slow, and very loud voice, "I - heard - you."

"Oh." You say, surprised that he was able to hear it.

"Sooooooo," he says, reclining in your chair, "Wait a second, I don't even know your name. Why do I trust you already?"

"Y/N." You say.

"What kind of name is that?" He asks.

"Oh, like Mettaton is a normal name?" You snap.

"I don't know." He replies, standing up, "Probably is."

"Probably is?"

"Well, yeah. I am famous, you know." He brags.

"Yeah, but not here." You say.

"Not where?" He asks, trying to ensure his fame.

"Above the Underground. Like I said - you're a fictional character." You state.

"Oh, right," he replies glumly, and his face saddens as he sits back down.

You were about to try to cheer Mettaton up, but you receive a call from your mother first.

"Hello" you answer.

"Hi, Y/N. Sorry about this, I'm going to have to take a business trip next week." You mother answers. Business trip? She's a teacher.

"It's okay, mom." You answer, but it wasn't ok. It was great. You wouldn't have to hide Mettaton all next week. Then again, that does mean he'd be bugging you all next week.

"Ok, thank you, Y/N. Oh, I'm sorry, I've gotta go now. Bye, sweetie." She ends the call.

You turn back around and see that Mettaton is gone, and Flowey is sitting on the windowsill.