Frisk's Determination

Schedule Program has been Canceled

                       Ba-dum ba-dum

         The elevator dinged when it's metal doors opened. Hotland's heat flowed into the small metal container. The hot rock and heated metal-like smell told your brain that you where able move. Leaving the elevator, you failed to notice that you had dropped your belongings. Your mind in a haze, you couldn't focus on anything.                 
 

           Ba-dum ba-dum  

     Step by step, you made your way through Hotland. Through the heat, your body chilled as time went by.                   

              Ba-dum ba-dum 

      The sound of lava and the mechanical sounds filled your ears. But never reaching far enough for you to register. For all you could hear was your own breath, your own heart. The beating sound in your chest, warning you of some unforseen future. Your own soul had slowly been abandoning you, even so, your own body and mind was still yours.                   

Ba-dum ba-dum 

    Your heart pulsed in your ear. Desperately trying to tell you something. But your mind was drawing up blanks.

{Almost there....}                 

Ba-dum ba-dum

{Soon the monsters will be free from their prison...}  

     You sharply inhaled and your heart skipped a beat. Barely a second did you falter in your step before continuing. Your legs carrying you to the back stage of Mettaton's theater. 

     Mettaton stood in the middle of the theater stage while admiring at all his MTT bots as they swarmed the stage. Each one doing their job in getting the performance ready. "M-m-mr. M-m-mettaton...b-boss...sir why am I here exactly?" Squirmed the orange humanoid cat under the metallic arm that held him in place.

"Dear..um...what was your name again deary?"

"P-people call me Burgerpants, sir. B-but my name is really just Whis-"

"Burgerpants! That's right, I knew it was some strange thing or another." The lanky monster let out a sharp yelp as Mettaton's arm pressed his body closer. "Well dear shivering employee, today is your lucky day! You can say a special someone of interest of mine suggested something that might make this performance even greater."

    Mettaton snapped his fingers a couple of times, calling forth one of his wardrobe MTT bots. The tiny floating bot whirred to the pair, holding an unusually puffy old timey kind of costume. "Quickly put these on, I want the stage ready for when my darling Frisk comes in."

"You want me to wear this? Why?" He quietly asked as he shrunk down.

Oh no, don't tell me he wants me to try on clothes again! I can't handle another clothing session!!

"Of course darling. How else are you going on stage if your not properly dressed?" He grabbed the outfit and stuffed it into Burgerpants stiff arms.      

ON STAGE!!!??

"Don't worry about remembering your lines. It's all written on this scroll." Mettaton grabbed the scroll prop from one of his floating helpers and draped the long paper on top of the sweating monster.