Frisk's Determination

Metal Legs

      A low "ooo-ing" sound could be heard from the large laboratory to the left as you faced an obstacle blocking your way. You faced upwards towards the two large armored monsters as they loomed over you. You continued to stare as they stood motionless, never moving an inch as they watched you from behind their helmets. Their armored bodies took so much space of the small walkway towards the elevator that you couldn't find a space to shimmy through. Remembering your previous timeline encounter with RG1 and RG2, you slowly raised your hand to reach towards the armored dragon's pectoral muscle, in an attempt to wipe off the cooling dirt on it.

      The large armored rabbit quickly swiped your hand before you could reach his partner. "Like hands off!" You retracted your hand, before attempting to reach the dragon monster once more. Again and again, you stared at the two armored monsters, as your hand was continually swatted away as you tried to reach the armored chest plate that belonged to RG2; that housed those large pectoral muscles that tempted you to play with as if they were drums and that your hands couldn't stay away from.

"Frisk!" After the umpteenth time, Flowey had had enough of your stupid antics. The little flower's voice snapped you out of your trance, drawing your attention away from the Royal Guards. "Seriously, how long are you going to keep that up!?"

"The elevator is just on the other side. I just have to..." Flowey's forehead vein began to pulse as he noticed your hand slowly trying to reach out again! He snatched your hand before it got any closer, pulling it away with his vine.

"Quit it! Just find another way!"

"The next elevator is pretty far."

"It's better than being stupid!" With a heavy sighed, you resigned your fruitless attempt to pass the Hotland's Royal Guards. The heat around you becoming unbareable for you, you removed your jacket and tied it around your waist. Slapping your cheeks, you pumped yourself up. Not that you mind going the long way, just that you needed to reach that first elevator to insert a key that Alphys had given you. While you where riding down into the true lab, Alphys being ever so nervous, had tripped a wire that ran along her main computer which made it impossible to reactivate the elevators. The only way to fix it was the insertion of the override key to the L1 elevator. Your plan to reach the end of hotland as quickly as possible unraveled as you walked through the lab. At least now there's a better chance that you might meet a certain robot you had wanted to see before reaching the end.

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    The collected sounds of the Amalgamates as they slowly shoved their food into their mouths left a chilling crawl throughout your body. The indescribable sounds of their oozing bodies trying to consume the food before them left you wanting to drown it out in any manner. Looking towards Alphys as she quietly stared at her patients, you found it hard to read her expression with her glasses fogged up.

"Alphys?"

"Yes?" Almost as of she was in a trance, she had answered you. You wondered what turmoil was running through her mind as her blank gaze continue to fall upon her patients.

"Can I ask you a favor?" She absent mindedly nodded, never leaving her gaze away from the Amalgamates. "It's about Mettaton."

"M-Mettaton!?" Saying the robot's name had snapped her from whatever weird trance she was in. "W-what about M-M-Mettaton?"

"Are you scared to finish his new body?"

"S-scared!?" Alphys' nervous quake caused her glasses to slide down. Pushing them back up, she stammered to avoid the question. "I-I'm sorry. I d-don't know what you're talking about!" Her voice squeaking near the end. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her hands became clammy as you continued to stare at her with your blank expression. "Ah-hah...I-I w-well... I m-mean..."