Philophobia [Mettaton X Female!Reader]

Dancing among the stars

It looked like Hollywood. A sheet metal looking outside of a set building. There were multiple buildings and Mettaton had told me which numbers were needed to get in so i could find him. The security guard asked me for a phrase then had to pat me down and call to confirm that i was supposed to be here.  After that i was free to go ahead, the set-manager at the cereal-number coded building asked for my name and another password, once again i was searched for contraband.  Its not fun having these people touch me .

Once i was in i saw Mettaton he looked at me and winked before calling to the director to suit me up. Wait..... SUIT ME UP?! I was grabbed and pulled behind the set. I was pushed pulled bumped and fixed up. They started by stripping me out of my clothes. I was embarrassed being in my underwear but then the stylists began to prep my body incase i had a dress that showed some skin. i squirmed as they Used their brushes and toners. When they were almost done with finding a dress that fit me they started on my hair. They payed so much attention to it.. It really took an eternity.

They soon shooed me to a dressing room with a ruffled one piece maid-looking dress. Thank god i was able to sneak my phone back here and through all that ruckus.. Soon i heard a voice fro the other side of the dressing room door.
"Helloooooo (Y/N)!!! You there? "

I turned at the sound of the door and freaked out. I wasn't presentable yet! I skipped towards the dress and tried to get it off the hanger as he opened the door. He must've had his eyes closed until i turned back trying to shield the places where my underwear wouldn't.

"O-Oh dear, f-forgive me (Y/N) for intruding.." He looked guiltily at me before realizing i was confused about the dress.

"D-Do you need help putting that on? " I nodded but put my finger up to talk.

" But first i want to know whats going on.."
" You mean the manager didn't tell you? "
" No.. " He sighed a metallic sigh before taking my hands into his.

" Well i want you to appear on my show of course.. U-Unless you don't want to? That would be okay if you don't want to. " Just before i could speak there was a loud bang that came from the other side of the dressing room door. He got up.

"Uh, (Y/N) could you hold that thought? " He peaked his head outside and yell not in a disarming and mean way but in a respected 'i know you can do better' sort of way. After that he turned around and came back in.

"So.. Might you have an answer? "

" I'll do it! " before i could do anything he pulled me up into a hug making me drop the dress.

" Really?! You will!? You mean it?! " i nodded and he set me back down i quickly fetched the dress to cover myself.

" So uhm... W-Whats the show about? "

" Dancing! "

" Dancing...? I-I don't mean to disappoint but i'm not the best if you mean formally dancing. "

" Don't worry you'll be fine you'll just have to watch me.. Its technically unscripted and we can dance however we want to. " I hummed.

" Okay good cause i don't want to make a fool of myself.. " He chuckled.

" You wont i promise, and if you want to wear anything else besides this dress there in the corner closet there is a bunch of things formal but not sickeningly formal, " I nodded once more.

" Thanks Metty, " He sighed.

" No problem but i'm afraid our conversation needs to be cut short. " Right on queue there was a knock at the door. I stood up and gave him another hug before he began to walk away.

" By the way, i don't know why they put so much makeup on you.. You're already so stunning that really you don need it really, hmmmmmm but oh well, must just be for the lighting and to bring out your eyes. Anyways i'll see you in 10. In the meantime, don't worry you'll do fine.. Now cara mia addio (Y/N) I have work to do~! " He happily chirped before leaving.

Maybe i don't mind his nicknames all that much anymore. And being around him is fun. Now time to ditch the puffy dress and fund something more stylish and less extravagant but not under dressed..