(Normal-Fern)(italics-Mettaton)
"I am the star of the underground darling, all should bow at my feet. And if they don't bow at my feet they will become my feast."
"Wow, um, ok. Let's try this again,*clears throat* who is your best friend?"
"My cousin, what does that have to do with anything?"
"Note to self, not ground. Um, any love interest?"
"Don't be stupid darling!
"Wow, ok-"
"Come on Mettaton, don't lie."
(Bold-sans)
"Thought you where sleeping."
"I tried, then I realized that the one on guard can't walk."
"Ouch, hurtful much?"
*chuckles*
"I don't have a love interest darling, love is fantasy!"
"Ouch, what you my bro say if he heard that?"
*silent*
"Sans?"
"Well it's a little obvious when the biggest pop star in the entire underground is silenced when he walks in the room."
(...)
I power up the robot and the eyes flash pink. His neck spark, his metallic body convulses. After several stomach churning moments, Mettaton ends up on hands and knees. He coughs and slowly climbed to his feet, holding onto the bars for support.
"P-Pappy? Where, where is he?" He sounds weak, and scared.
"He's not well," I tell him. Opening the cage. "We need your help."
Time skip
By the time we explained everything to Mettaton he was silent, if I were him I'd probably snap right back to insanity.
"And he, caused all this?" He points to my wheelchair.
"Mostly, but I broke a few ribs falling down here so," he nods.
"May, may I see him," sans takes a step forward.
"If you really want to," sans words are calming. "But that out there is not papyrus, hasn't been for a long time, be cautious alright?" Mettaton nods and slowly we all venture out to the. Mettaton sees the candle and gasps.
"Darling it looks like a funeral in here!" He whisper shouts. He walks off to the powers room and within minutes all the lights come on. He emerges from the electrical room, strutting.
"Thanks," I scratch the back of my neck. My knee twitches, but I don't see it. In too focused on the fact that Rose and papyrus are awake.
"Who are y-you?" Paps cocks his head. Metta's breath catches, his robotic yes well. Whoever made the body went all out.
"P-Paps? It's me, M-Mettaton," Paps just looks blankly at the machine. But metta is heartbroken. Rose approaches Mettaton with curiosity.
"You sir," she points him up and down. "Are one fine looking machine," metta giggles, still sad but not as down.
"Thank you," he says, before turning to sans. "Introduction?" Sans chuckles.
"Sure, Mettaton, this is Fern," I give a small solute from my wheelchair. "And her sister, Rose," she laughed and gave a sarcastic curtsy. Metta laughed and clapped his hands.
"Darling will you be a model if I have a fashion show? Please!" Rose is caught off guard but nods, we all laugh, well, except one.
"Rose!" I whisper shout.
"Yeah?"
"Try the thing!"
"Oh right!" She rushes over to papyrus.
"Papyrus?"
"Y-yes human?"
"Who's your favourite singer?" Without a word Paps pointed to Mettaton.
"And why is he your favourite singer?"
"I, he-ah!" He held his skull in his hands, groaning.
"Metta, your up!" Rose flags him down. Mettaton cups papyrus's face in his hands.
"You remember me?" Metta asks nervously. Paps doesn't say anything, he just smiles and nods.
