In The Spotlight! Mettaton x Reader!

ONESHOT - Cookies

  "O-Our anniversary is t-tomorrow!" Alphys smiled and blushed. Undyne hugged her tightly, and pressed her lips to Alphys's.

  "Oh that's wonderful, darlings!" Mettaton exclaimed, pumping his gloved hand into the air.

  "Congratulations, you two," I giggled. "Are you doing anything to celebrate?"

  "W-Well—" Alphys said, but was cut off by Undyne.

  "We normally go to a bakery and get some heart-shaped cookies!" Undyne grinned, showing her yellowed teeth. "But the bakery we normally go to closed down! Those punks!"

  "Will you guys accept heart shaped spaghetti?" Papryus asked, eyes wide.

"Sure, punk! Get cookin'!" Undyne yelled happily.

"WOWIE! Y/B/F, Sans, let's go make some spaghetti! NYEH heh heh!" Papyrus shouted. There seemed to be a lot of yelling going on.

  Alphys shook her head and chuckled. "B-But it would s-still be-e nice to h-have some cookies."

  "Oh Alphys dear! Stop, I know what I must do!" Mettaton said dramatically. "Y/N and I will make you some romantic cookies, and have a romantic time doing so." 

  Mettaton winked at me and slipped his arm around my waist.

  "Yeah, I'd love to bake something, Metta!" I agreed.

"Ooh! It's gonna be just like my show—"

"Cooking with a Killer Robot," I answered for him. I watch his shows all the time.

"Exactly, Y/N darling! We're going to have so much fun," Mettaton said as he stared at me with a seducing look. I blushed.

"Y-You guys w-will do that for u-us?" Alphys asked, her eyes lighting up behind her glasses. "T-Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, Alphys. You guys really deserve some cookies," I said to her.

"I-Indeed we d-do," Alphys smiled and nodded. "But I-I'll probably h-have to g-go to o-one of Undyne's classes." The dinosaur poked her round stomach. Metta and I both giggled.

"You can do that, Alphys, darling, but remember to enjoy the tasteful cookies we're going to make!" Mettaton reminded her.
***TIME-SKIP***

  "I haven't baked in a while," I said while I fastened Metta's apron properly. He was busy preheating the oven.

  "Oh it's quite simple, dear," Mettaton said. "But this time, it isn't."

  "What do you mean?" I asked as I pulled my hands away, eyeing down the neat bow I tied.

  "We've got to make these cookies marvelous! We've got to make them better than what that old bakery did!" Mettaton shouted confidently as he jumped up from the oven. He pushed his fist into the air and pulled it down suddenly like a hero in an anime.

  "Mettaton," I said, "you make some of the best food, and you don't even eat food."

  "Oh Y/N, you're such a charmer," Mettaton chuckled, "but I have picked up a lot from my cooking show."

  "Well, let's get cooking," I said with a smile. "This is going to be fun."

  "You know, maybe we could use all of the mix and make some more cookies. I could make them for you, darling," Mettaton said as he got out a bowl. Some of the blue color from the bowl had reflected onto Metta's pink shirt. Both he and the bowl sparkled magically from the light.