Stalker in Stilettos [Mettaton x Reader]

Unplanned Duet

I burst through the door with vigor, allowing a shriek of satisfaction to escape my lips. "I had no idea that Mettaton's show would be so much better in person!" I exclaim, entering my home, trailed by my best friend and partner in crime, Laura. She laughs, "You're certainly right on that one, [Y/N]."

Laura closes the door, watching me with amusement as I twirl around the room several times before entering the bedroom adjacent to the living room, slumping onto the bed dramatically. "What?" I ask jokingly, snickering at her face of mock exasperation. "I like Mettaton and all, but you're a little more than completely ecstatic." She observes, walking into our shared bedroom and sitting on her own bed.

"Pfft, I'm just a little excited is all. You're no fun, you know that?" I comment, rolling over onto my stomach and smirking teasingly. "Yeah, yeah. Boring, lame, etc., etc." Laura recites, giggling silently. "Anyways, it's almost 8:00 and we haven't eaten all day." She points out after regaining her composure. "Ha, I didn't even think of that." I reply, frowning. "How about I go out and grab some cake mix or something, and you stay here and start on the frosting and whatnot." Laura suggests. "Su- wait. Cake? You know what, go ahead." I say, rolling my eyes.

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I hum the tune of the song playing on the radio, while whipping some cream in a bowl. 'Homemade whipped cream is best whipped cream,' I think to myself, smiling lightly. Before long, a wide grin overtakes my facial features as my favorite cheesy love song begins to play on the stereo. I shimmy across the kitchen and turn up the volume to a more... satisfactory level, which in my case is synonymous to a rock concert.

"Summer loving had me a blast," I begin to sing, and momentarily break into dance, forgetting completely about cooking. "Summer loving happened so fast," I continue, well aware that I most likely looked like a complete idiot dancing around adorned with a frilly apron tied over a pair of MTT-Brand pajamas, (with Mettaton's legs on them, of course!) "I met a girl crazy for me," I freeze. That voice does not belong to me. Tentatively, I turn towards the kitchen window. "What in the name of-?" I begin to scream, staring slack-jawed at a certain pink-and-black glambot seated on the windowsill.

"Oh, my. Do continue, darling, your voice is rather exquisite. I was merely chiming in!" He urges, smiling broadly. "Mettaton?" I ask. 'Duh,' my head replies. "Why of course, beautiful!" Mettaton answers, "Who else would it be?" After taking a moment to process this, I take a deep breath and decide to accept it. "Met a boy cute as can be," I start to sing, flushing slightly as I spoke the line. Mettaton smirked, raising an eyebrow tauntingly. I can feel my cheeks burning, now. "Summer days drifting away to oh, oh, the summer nights," our voices join together to sing the last line of the verse.

Mettaton slides off the windowsill into the kitchen, beginning to dance beside me. 'Holy shit,' is all my brain manages to think. "Tell me more, tell me more," the robot sings, his floaty voice filling the kitchen. "Did you get very far?" I continue, "Tell me more, tell me more," he poses elegantly for effect. "Like does he have a car?" We sing in unison. Not able to keep my composure any longer, I hold up my hands and shut off the radio.

"Oh, what was that for, darling? I was just getting into it!" Mettaton pouted. "Why are you in my house?! You don't know who I am! How'd you get here?!" I let the questions pour out of my mouth, like a dam broke inside me and all the water is rushing out at once. This time, it was Mettaton's turn to blush, "Well, you see, gorgeous, I spotted you in the front row at my performance this evening, and was simply taken with you! So... I followed you and your little friend all the way here!" He finishes, clapping his gloved hands together, still pink with embarrassment. I was unsure whether I should be flattered, or terrified. My tomato-red face obviously displayed flattery. "My name isn't 'gorgeous,' although I wish it was. Please, just call me [Y/N]," I correct him subtly.

"Yes, of course, darl- I mean, [Y/N]," he complies. "Anyways, would you care to inform me of why you decided to follow a complete stranger to their home, in the dark?" I ask him. 'Wow, [Y/N], you're really acting like a bitch!' My conscious observes. "W-well, it... it was an impulse decision, I couldn't let such a breathtaking human slip away from me without even meeting them!" Mettaton claims, causing another wave of heat to crash over my face. "O-oh," is all I manage to squeak, my anger subsiding quicker than it had come. 'Damn his sexy voice,' I scream internally. "You're quite red, darling~" Mettaton comments, breaking the silence.

As soon as I thought my face could not possibly get any redder, my cheeks went several shades of burgundy, and I cover my face in my hands, and yell into them quietly. "Oh, my!" Mettaton grinned, posing dramatically with a hand resting limply across his forehead. "Tell you what, sweetheart. How about I take you out for dinner tomorrow to make up for my, er... little intrusion?" He offers, gently prying my hands from my face. "I'd love to go out for dinner with you, Mettaton!" I accept, smiling broadly. "Fabulous! Does 6:30 at Grillby's fit into your schedule, dear?" He inquired. "Of course," I reply. "It's a date, then!" Mettaton exclaims, hugging me briefly before waltzing towards my front door.

"A date?!" I ask, looking bewildered as I stumble after him into the hall. "Well, I find you to be rather attractive, and it seems to me you find me to be quite ravishing as well," I flush deeply, managing a glance down to his legs. "Case in point, my dear," Mettaton chuckles, leaning down to tap me on the nose. Just as he reaches for the doorknob, Laura crashes through the entryway, arms cradling an assortment of cake-mix boxes. "Mettawhat the fuck?" She whispers, cake-mix tumbling from her grip. I facepalm from behind Mettaton. "Pardon me, dear," the robot says, and slips past Laura and out into the night. My roommate turns her stare to me. "You better have the best damn story in history for me, huh?" She asks quietly.

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[A/N] Whew, that's finally over! Took long enough, anyway. I've been debating whether or not I should post this, but, assuming that you're reading this I must have worked up the courage. I truly hope you enjoyed this, and please tell me if I should continue writing! I have a ton of ideas that I'm dying to utilize. Bye for now!