The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

Mettasans ONE SHOTS: MY HEART'S A STERO

Suggested by: Frogheartk. Enjoy!

Mettaton curled his silky black hair, lavishly laying on his bed and, of course, looking fabulous. A bright pink pillow was tucked under his elbows as he sent his final text to his boyfriend, his tongue traveling his lips when his simple inquiry was done.

<Can I enter your bonezone today?]

[what no>

<I'm not busy~]
[no its too early>

<Fine. But please come over.]

[sure on my way>

He is going to take his time, like he usually does. Mettaton sighed, but causally began scrolling through apps on his phone. I want to talk to him about our relationship... but I don't really want to scare him. What should I do...? Well. For now, I'll listen to some music. It will help me think.

Mettaton dug into his pocket and produced some earphones. He plugged into his chest and choose his favorite playlist. Mettaton smiled as he recognized Shyren's voice in the song: I Rose Up From The Underground. While that one was fantastic, Mettaton was eagerly waiting for: I Am A Fish Monster With No Feet, But I Can Sing!

I need to catch up on that girl! Mettaton hummed pleasantly and swayed his body to the music. It's been a while, hasn't it? Oh! I should call Blooky soon... I didn't realize I was so busy that I-!

Mettaton did a small not-very-fabulous groan. This is what I wanted to talk about! I'm trying to get better at this, but my shows are just to frequent! Alright... calm down. The robot glanced at the shiny rhinestone mirror and sliently fixed his bed-head. I must look presentable. Perhaps I should change out of my PJs.

After peeling off the nightclothes, Mettaton took out a shirt that said: SUPERSTAR in bold yellow letters on a light purple background. It left his "belly" showing, but it's just the way Mettaaron liked it. The show host picked out a normal pair of jeans and pulled them own with ease.

"Oh!" Mettaton gasped. I haven't heard this song before!

Mettaton danced again, his grin growing wider as Shyren sang higher and higher. To think I was one of her inspirations...!

"Ey. What's going on here?"

"S-sans?!" Mettaton whipped around to see a small chubby skeleton peeking in his doorway. "H-how did you get here so fast?"

"Uh, I happened to be speed-walking by when you called." Sans flicked his gaze away and around the room.

"In a jacket." Mettaton rolled his eyes fondly. Sans and his messy hoodies...

"Yes. It's called: Cold Speed-walking. But that isn't important." Sans finally looked at him dead straight, making Mettaton flinch a little. "Why did you want me to come over here?"

"W-well... y-you see..." I wanted to take a break... No, that isn't right... Can I pause this relationship... no, that sounds wrong as well! Ugh! Come on, Mettaton... think!

Mettaton patted the queen-sized bed and nodded to him. "Just, uh... have a seat." Sans raised a eyebrow, but walked over to the spot and sat down. His expression was a little suspicious now.

"No whoopee cushion? After all I taught you." Mettaton giggled without humor. He was, after all, having a little crisis playing in his head, over and over-!

"What is a star? Well, baby I'm a star!" The panicking boyfriend suddenly relaxed a little as he heard the sound of his old friend's tone. Too bad it's live. Mettaton complained in his head as cheers erupted from the crowd.

Yeah! I am a star! I have to do this. No, I CAN do this. Just have to tell him that I need to see other people now...

On second thought...

Sans cocked his skull. "Ey, uh, Mettaton? Is this some prank? Or is there something really wrong...?" Sans shifted nervously.

"No! To uh... either of those things!" We can talk about it later. Mettaton promised. I am a star, but I can't just cause heartbreak wherever I go! That isn't what a star is supposed to do! They have to inspire their fans, give them something to enjoy! If this becomes serious, then yes, I will share my concerns. If I am a star, I will find a way to balance having friendships and relationships! Er, one relationship. Mettaton picked at his outlet that held his earphones. But... He needs me more than I need him.

"Don't worry your sweet little mind about it!" Mettaton winked and unplugged the headphones. "I just wanted to have a lazy Sunday with you, instead of being alone." A have some shows in the afternoon... but I can have a few hours with him.

"Here, listen to some of Shyren's tunes!" He snapped the earphones on either side of his boyfriend's skull, then choose another goodie: My Lemony Sister.

Mettaton knew instantly that Sans enjoyed it, despite Sans insisting that it was "way too cheesy." After I'm Swimming Sky High and Can This Title Even Fit On The Album Cover Or Any T-Shirts?, Sans tried room cover up his beam with a shrug.

"That was pretty good, but I got somethin' even better." Sans said with a slightly mischievous tinge that made Mettaton pause.

"Alright... what is it?"

And so, the two boyfriends listened to Nyah Cat for two hours. The End.