Oh no! (MettatonxReader)

Chapter 5 - What is happening?

{Yay, next chapter! Is been a bit of a challenge trying to post a chapter almost everyday, but somehow I enjoy writing for you. Also, I know this is not famous but I'll keep doing my best!}

"Howdy, human!" Asgore waved his hand and you did the same, at the same time Toriel combed your hair. "We didn't know you were about to come and visit us but our house is yours as well."
"Thank you so much for letting me stay" you said from deep in your heart and hummed quietly, feeling relaxed at Toriel's touch. "Don't worry, my child. Feel free to stay as much as you want." She added with a sweet whisper while you sighed in silence. "Is everything fine?" Toriel asked and you tried to nod but you moved your head without a real definition. "I.. I just wanted to go out, that's all" you explained with a plain tone.
"I see... well, you should go to the kitchen, I'm about to serve the breakfast." She told you and you nodded once again. "Come on, Toriel... we should leave her alone for a while" Asgore said and the queen frowned a bit. "You want butterscotch pie, don't you?"
"Well, yes-- although, I am sure (y/n) would like to talk in the kitchen rather than just staying here." Asgore answered, trying to hide his face from Toriel's deadly stare.

You chuckled a bit and nodded in silence.
"Let's go, Mom. I wanna hear what had happened when I wasn't home."

***

Meanwhile at the Underground, a certain robot was trying to find a replacement for you but it was as useful as trying to cover the sun with just a finger. He was casting monsters to hire a manager, however, nobody was being helpful.
"For Asgore's sake... I DON'T EAT TEMMIE FLAKES!" Mettaton whimped at the bowl of flakes while staring at Temmie.
"bOIII, TeM NeEdZ MonY 4 CoOl Leg!"
"I don't care if you want to become the queen, darling! I won't even taste them!" He replied, screaming internally. Was that difficult to cook a simple gluten-free, low-fat Star Parfait? And that cup of coffee was worse than old oil! He felt a bit guilty because of you, yesterday he was enjoying a perfect-balanced meal while his manager was already looking for his outfits and calling the producers to put out his next appearance on TV for a always reliable reason.

"oI, TemMiE wiLl COm BaKk 2 ShOp! TemMiE dUn LaIk mEen RoBOt!" Temmie said and ran away, making Mettaton feel even worse.

His phone rang and he heard such a familiar voice from his cousin. "H-hello, Mettaton?.. oh... it's me.... I just saw Papyrus going to the surface... with an upset expression... ohhhh... Is everything fine?... Oh, I musn't ask... well... I know you are busy but... I wanted to help even if I am a burden..."
"Oh, no, don't hang up!" Metta exclaimed "I believe you can help me, lovely!"
Damn, it was hard to him asking for help. But why (y/n) would leave him alone? He was her idol, so what was the problem? "I can't find (y/n) and she doesn't even answer her phone, have you seen her by any chance?"
There was silence. Mettaton was getting impatient at the slow response from the shy ghost.
"Ohh... she doesn't answer the phone... it must be... I was at the barrier, laying between the ruins and imaging that I didn't exist... when she left her phone close to me..."
The metal artist frowned at this demonstration of disobedience from his manager. "And what was SHE doing there, sweetie?"
"I don't know... uh... I think I saw Sans... oh... maybe that was why he was waiting and checking his phone too..."
...Did (y/n) just...
Did she just changed HIM, the most glamorous MALE in the Underground with that chubby, lazy bonehead?
Mettaton clenched his teeth and tried to talk in the most relaxed way possible.
"Did he wait for her? Like... they got out together?"
Napstablook stayed quiet for a while.
"Well? Spit it out!"
"I.... I saw them together and... he gave her a jacket.... his jacket to be honest... ohhh... I have been talking a lot... I need to look for my snails.... bye, Mettaton..."
Click!
He hung up the call. And Mettaton was filled with envy and hate against Papyrus' brother.
"That. Clumsy. Skull... Even if I have to seduce her just to bring her back I WILL do it..." He finally said, chuckling in silence. "Nobody resists my love, darling... and I will make sure (y/n) will fall right to my feet and wish me to never get away from her. Like an innocent puppy!"
He had a plan but the problem was finding them. And his robotic shape would be a disadvantage instead of something positive. Who wouldn't like to ask him to go on a date? Who would refuse to marry that superstar? Mettaton was sure that if he visited the surface as himself, people would discover it and Sans would try to apart his manager from him. And that wasn't allowed.

***

You had got such a delicious meal. The gang was there -Asgore, Asriel, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus- or at least almost all of them. The spaghetti Papyrus cooked was way better than before and that Cinammon-Butterscotch Pie was too tasty to left a bit for later. "Let me wash the dishes please, Mom." You offered Toriel and she smiled. "Asriel, would you her (y/n) if you don't mind?" She asked her son, who shrugged. "As you wish then" Asriel replied, frowning when one of the dishes flew across the table with a small blue light. "Come on, Sans. If you want to help us then you can do my job without any problem!"
Toriel was about to reply when Sans got up and stretched himself with a yawn, walking towards the kitchen while you were starting to do the washing. Everybody remained in silence, surprised at Sans' reaction.

"So... sup." Sans greeted you and gave you the dishes, one by one with his ability to move objects. You chuckled and kept washing, humming quietly. "It is nice to stay here, Sans. No more under pressure." You said after a while, letting out a soft purr and making the skull guy wonk at you. "You must've been very busy, don't ya?" He insisted before taking another slice of pie. "Yeah... I Mettaton's manager in the Underground. I learnt a lot from there thanks to him."
But Sans' frowned at your words, shrugging at the end. "You should look for other males, yanno. Here in the surface are a lot of them, less bonkers than that microwave"
You sighed and stood absent-minded, wishing internally he would look for you. "He is special, Sans. I wish he could see me the same way as Mom looks at you"

"She's one of a kind, heh." He replied with a smirk and you glanced at him when he blushed intensely with no apparent reason. "Just chill out and take a break, I'll make sure nobody ask you a thing"