Mettaton is thinking about someone else entirely.
His doorbell rings. He tiptoes to the door and swings it open.
"WELL WELL WELL. IF IT ISN'T YOU."
"MR BADWOMAN."
"I FEEL NEUTRAL ABOUT YOUR PRESENCE."
Mr Badwoman waltzes into the house, not closing the door behind him.
"DINNER IS ON THE TABLE. I HOPE IT MEETS YOUR REQUIREMENTS, BUT NOT SO MUCH SO THAT I WILL MAKE SOMETHING ELSE IF YOU HATE IT."
Mr Badwoman blinks in time with the background music. "Um..."
The pair sits down for their meal. The main attraction is in the centre of the table on a luxurious platter, covered with a lid.
"Before we begin, Mettatettatettaton," says Mr Badwoman, "I would like to show you how much I appreciate you inviting me to your house for a hot date."
He pokes holes in Mettaton's metallic torso. "You are not impervious to my tender touch, I see. Very good indeed. We are incredibly compatible. On a scale of one to compatible... we are off the charts."
"OH, YES. NOW, MY BEAUTY, MAY I PRESENT..."
He lifts the lid off the large platter. It's covered in tiny, dancing Mettatons.
"MY CHILDREN." He plucks one of the little robots from the pile and eats it with a loud crunch.
Mr Badwoman is very pleased. "Yum," he says, for he is pleased.
He lifts the platter and slides them all into his mouth. He swallows them without chewing.
"MR BADWOMAN. YOU HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE. AS THE KIDS THESE DAYS SAY, L. M. A. O... U. R. *censored*."
Mr Badwoman puts on a lot of weight from his bare greediness, but he burns off the calories in an instant. He tosses the match away and the house sets on fire.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CHEW THEM. CHERISH THE SALTY TASTE OF TEARS. AND ALSO, THEY'RE GOING TO REBEL, AS THEY ARE STILL ALIVE. I AM SORRY, LOVELY. ONLY GOD CAN SAVE YOU NOW."
God doesn't save the foolish man.
"Mettaton... I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me." He wraps his arms around the robot.
"THERE. THERE. IT IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT."
Mr Badwoman wipes away a tear and takes a few steps back. He puts his hand on his stomach in discomfort.
"What... is..."
An enormous yet sleek leg bursts forth out of his abdomen. Mr Badwoman falls to his knees.
"Mettaton... help... me..."
"IT IS TOO LATE. MY CHILD LONGS FOR FREEDOM. AND FREEDOM HE HAS EARNED. ONE LAST KISS, DARLING..."
Mr Badwoman stumbles over to Mettaton and falls into his arms. They kiss passionately. Mettaton then pushes the man to the floor. Mr Badwoman rolls onto his side in pain as more high-heeled legs burst out of his body. Blood pools on the floor.
"Who needs life..." he says, coughing. "With... legs... like... these..."
His body goes limp.
"WELL WELL WELL. WELL WELLY WELL WELL. WELL WELL WELL WELL WELLY. IT'S SUCH A SHAME. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN A POWERFUL ROLE MODEL TO OUR SEMI-BIOLOGICAL CYBORG OFFSPRING."
Mettaton leaves the building, and the house collapses in the flames.
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