Various Undertale x Reader

Mettaton EX x Reader: Would You???

Would you smooch a robot???

*HECK YEAH *HECK YEAH
*HECK YEAH *HECK YEAH

You stared at the question on the crumpled up note that lay on your desk, put here by your classmate, Mettaton. He was a friend of yours, and had been all year. Ever since monsters came to the surface, he's been trying to make it big, but he always says that his cousin Blooky asked him to pursue an education first. So here he was. That's how you two met.

You always sort of looked up to Mettaton. The way he was so outgoing and the way he wasn't afraid to be loud or act like himself no matter what. You wished you were like that....but you were more like Napstablook, another friend of yours. Shy, quiet, timid....you know.

Twiddling with your pencil, you wondered why Metta would even ask such a question. I mean, you KNEW he was a ghost like Napsta. He had told you his story himself after you two had grown close. But you failed to see why that was the immediate thought your brain connected with the question the instant you read it. Needless to say, you were confused.

As the professor at the front of the room continued his lesson, you did your best to listen while also try to think. But the sound of a certain bot behind you clicking his heeled boot against the ground was distracting. He never did that. He always had his legs up on his desk flamboyantly, silently showing off his legs like the drama queen he was. Though....you couldn't argue that his legs were FIIIIINE.

Back to the matter. You knew he never had his feet on the ground in class. So why was he so twitchy???

Shaking your head, you looked down at the paper again, shrugging as you made your decision on how to answer.

As soon as your pencil touched the paper, Mettaton's clicking stopped. It was like he was watching what you wrote....and he was.

Mettaton's P.O.V.

I peered down at (Y/n) below me, these damned step-like desks driving me insane. I couldn't see over her shoulder to read what she wrote. I was nervous as hell. See....I've had a crush on this little darling for awhile now. And this was my way of trying to confess. Not smart, I know, but it was all I had. She always said how she liked that I wasn't afraid to do things, but I was TERRIFIED to do this. I was losing it on the inside. Biting my nails, fidgeting, tapping my feet, everything there is the book.

What did she WRITE????

I needed to know. Waiting was killing me.

It seemed like ETERNITY passed until it was dismissal and we could all go home. But I wanted to know what that note said. I took my sweet time to pack up, and as I was leaning down, I heard a thump on my desk and the pitter patter of someone walking away quickly.

Looking up, I saw the note placed on my desk and barely turned in time to see (Y/n) disappear out the door.

Looking back at the note, I read it with interest.

Would you smooch a robot???

√*HECK YEAH <3 √*HECK YEAH
√*HECK YEAH <3 √*HECK YEAH

My eyes widened.

She checked them all.....and put a little heart. I never thought it was possible for a robot to blush...but here I am, living proof of it.