Strange Times, Stranger Places

Chapter 7- Hot and Spicy Cake

Soooo....

Gaster. NO MORE FOURTH WALL BREAKING.

Fine. Alright. Here we go, Alphys.

Alphys walked out of the door and nervously looked at the kids.

"Theres so many of you..." she mumbled, intimidated by them. Connie moved forward, along with Steven.

"Hello! You seem sort of nervous."

"Y-Yeah... My name is A-Alphys... I'm the R-Royal Scientist..."

"I'm Connie, this is Steven, and the one playing with your action figures is Mabel. Dipper is looking at those papers, and it seems Frisk is just hanging back."

Her eyes went wide. "D-Don't look at those! T-They're private notes!"

"These look like some crack fanfiction or something like that."

Alphys blushed, breathing in and looking away. "I-It's n-not l-like that..."

Connie and Mabel glared at Dipper, and then took Alphys's hands. "So your a scientist?! That's so cool!"

She blushed more deeply. "Y-Yeah... I guess..."

After a bit of talking, a loud crash of metal and drywall resounded in the room. A hole had opened up where a robot waited.

"M-Mettaton?!" Alphys jumped, scooting back from the robot.

"HELLO BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES, AND WELCOME TO MY WONDERFUL QUIZ SHOW! TODAY WE HAVE FIVE WONDERFUL CONTESTANTS! GIVE THEM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"

Out of no where, lights and applause came around.

Both Dipper and Connie gave confused faces, while Steven and Mabel jumped right into the game. Frisk knew all of the answers, but wanted to see if the others could get them correct.

Steven blocked the electricity that came from Mettaton when they got a question wrong, trying to protect the others from being electrocuted.

"These questions are ridiculous!" Connie complained, and Mettaton tsked.

"Darling, complaining will get you no where. Now..." He began to ask a question about Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, an amazing anime-

Alphys. STOP. NOW. Really. And we switched boldness somehow in the writing as you began to talk.

Fine. Anyway... That is weird. OH WELL IT'LL BE FINE FOR NOW.

He asked the question, and immediately, Alphys jumped in, ready to answer.

"OH I KNOW THIS ONE!" she rambled on, showing how nerdy she really was. Blushing, as she realized that everyone was staring at her.

Mettaton said his goodbyes, after scolding Alphys for helping them and saying the show had "no dramatic tension" because she was answering.

Alphys took the phones of the preteens, giving them all upgrades and advanced tech, and let them on their way, making comments and posting on the Underground's social media network. Mabel and Steven began acting as if they were on Snapchat-

Really Alphys? You don't even use Snapchat. You've been on the surface how long and-

SHUT IT GASTER. THEY ARE USING IT LIKE SNAPCHAT.

Anyway, the five stopped, tired. It had been a full day and other than the lab, which they couldn't even get back to because of the steam vents making them jump to a platform without, they all didn't know where to go. Heading forward a bit further, they entered the darkness.

"Hey! What's with this?!" Dipper exclaimed. He had been walking, and hit his body into something like.... a counter?

The lights came on, and a sign appeared with Mettaton- Cooking With a Killer Robot.

"Welcome Beauties and Gentlebeauties! These humans and I are going to make something truly scrumptious today! We're going to bake a cake!"

"A Cake?" Connie asked, skeptical.

"Yes darlings! Now go get the Eggs, Flour, and Butter!"

Mabel, Frisk, and Steven grabbed the ingredients. but something seemed off about Frisk. They hadn't signed anything recently, and something seemed to be hurting their head. Connie got out her backpack. "You okay Frisk?"

Frisk silently shook their head no. She nodded, and they snuck off to the side of the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

Frisk's POV

I couldn't tell Connie about Chara. She'd only think that they were insane. No, just a headache....

You know that isn't wise my friend...

Shut Up Chara! I'm making this a pacifist run!

Not if I have anything to say about it...

I could feel my control slipping away, but I held for dear life. I had the determination to continue being in control.

WHO EVER SAID YOU WERE IN CONTROL?

Darker, Yet Darker, Frisk Slips into Oblivion, as I come out to play.