Part 8

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The lights of the MTT Studio shone brightly as the group of demigods stopped at the door.

"We should be careful." Asriel advised. Before Frisk met them, she had quickly wiped away her tears. She nodded quietly.

Her heart felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on. The conversation with G had left her exhausted- physically and emotionally.

"Hello!"

The four stared at the crocodile, holding a clipboard. She reminded Frisk of a waitress at MTT'S Hotel and Casino- serving Starfaits, which made the drinker crave more. "The demigod group, right?"

"Um..." Jessica started.

"Come in, come in! Mettaton has been expecting you!"

-_-

They were separated, each led in a different direction. Frisk gulped as the crocodile led her down a long hallway. "He's been expecting you!" The assistant said again, voice still perky.

Finally, they reached a set of pink doors. MTT was written in large, sparkly letters. (The amount of glitter was starting to give Frisk a headache.) Dressing Room was written in smaller cursive beneath.

"In here."

The doors opened...

"Oh yes~!"

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