The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

LET'S SEE HOW FAR WE'VE COME!

Hiya, amigos! I'm here to look at one of the first things I written...

"Knock 'em Dead, Darling!"

It's uh... pretty old, so I wanted to see how far I've come in writing. 

The regular text is going to be like this: Mettaton winked flirtatiously at Sans, thinking to himself, My my, what a cute skeleton.

The comments I'm going to make throughout the fanfic are going to look like this: Man, I'm such a GREAT person!

I hope you enjoy!
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SPOLIER WARNNING AS WELL AS SHIPING!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Well, slight shipping. Also, some headcannons are in here!

Man, I was so paranoid in writing this. I remember thinking, like, "Oh no, what if people hate this? I'm basically writing Mettasans!"

Also, I don't do Author's Note anymore, because I want to have the reader to have an experience where they are totally sucked in. If I have to say something about a fan fiction, I'll usually put it in a "Rose Updates" thingy. Alrightyo, back to the storyo.

Sans waited at the end of the hall. Soon, he will see the human. Soon, the judgement will begin. He will give the human it's sentence. The judge is ready to give a bad time.

Eh... bad start. Heh heh! At the time, I thought I was a fluffing genius making that connection.

Sans tensed, he heard footsteps. What? He clenched his hands in his pockets, gritting his teeth into a grin.  He stared down the hall. Windows shined there impossible beams of light down. The gold columns illuminated the face of the creature coming toward him in a run.

That's not the kid.

That's Mettaton EX. What's he doing here?

Here comes the shipping train! Choo choooo!

Mettaton looked surprised to see him here too. He stopped, looking at Sans up and down. Mettaton then smiled. "I don't I ever meet you before, darling. Hello! I didn't know anyone else was still alive..." His smile wavered for a second, but it was back to that TV star expression.

Sans felt a little annoyed that he was smiling in a time like this, but he pushed it to the side. You are doing the same thing, duh. The guy is just trying to make me feel better. Sans scratched his skull and yawned widely. "Yeah, I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton."

"I'm Metta- Well, maybe you know who I am." Mettaton began awkwardly. "Alphys sent me here to warn Asgore about the human, coming to kill him."

Sans nodded. The human must've already killed Undyne. Wow, they're getting close. "Go ahead, I'm not gonna stop ya."

Mettaton hesitated, looking unsure. "What are you doing here, beautiful?"

He's not that good-looking, obviously, Mettaton. You can do better than a suicidal skeleton that likes whoopie cushions.

Sans shrugged, but his sholuders tensed up again. What will happen if I tell him? Nothing bad, right? "Well, I was planning on..." Sans trailed off. His brother's death was still so fresh on his mind.