Soulfell

You Have Been Blessed With Mettaton. You're Welcome

"OH YES! Welcome beauties..." The dust cleared revealing a box like robot with four arms standing in a hole in the wall. "...to today's quiz show!"

Party lights shone and red and yellow confetti fell from the ceiling as game show music began to play.

"What?" Frisk asked herself under her breath. She looked over at Other Sans who seemed to be frozen, not from fear but maybe from...annoyance? He just gave that look like he was done with life.

Sans metaphysically face palmed. 'Mettaton...'

'What?'

The robot continued. "Oh boy! I can already tell that today is going to be a great show! Let's give it up for our wonderful contestant!"

There was an applause in the background and Frisk turned to see if there were more people in the room, but found no one. "Uh-"

"Do you know who I am, Darling?" Mettaton asked her.

Frisk hesitantly shook her head. She recognized him from the previous timeline, but only saw him for a brief moment. Besides, this was a new timeline with new monsters, so technically she didn't know who he was.

"I know who the hell you are!" Other Sans said as he stood in front of her protectively. "And we're not playing you're stupid-ass game!"

"Not now, Sansy," Mettaton said to him. "The stars are talking."

One of the robot's four arms extended and pushed Sans out of the way, earning a "hey!" from the skeleton.

Mettaton talked to Frisk again. "Darling, I am Mettaton~ The Underground's favorite and only television star! Designed by Dr. Alphys herself. Once I heard that a human was here, I just had to get you on my show! You are the human, aren't you?"

"Uh-" Frisk stuttered, but was cut off by the robot again.

"That was rhetorical; of course you're the human, Darling! Now..." on of his other arms extended, grabbed her arm, and pulled her right next to him, getting a nervous yelp from the girl. "Before we begin, let's start to know the contestant! What's your name, Darling? Don't be shy~"

"Uh-"

"You know what, it doesn't really matter. Let's start the show!"

'What the heck, man?!' Sans yelled in Frisk's head.

"The rules are simple," Mettaton told her. "I'll ask you a question and you have thirty seconds to answer one of four choices. Answer correctly... OR YOU DIE~!!!"

Frisk's eyes widened at that.

Other Sans yelled, "I told you she's not playing this game!!"

Mettaton crossed his top two arms and put his other two on his hips, or where his hips would be. "Now now, Sansy. I need this for my show, so why don't you just sit over here..." he pushed Other Sans behind him. "...and be good until we're done. I need those ratings~"

Frisk but her lip. 'Sans, what do we do?'

'Just play along for now. I don't think he'll kill you if you do.'

Frisk subtly nodded. 'Okay.'

"Questions number one!" Mettaton announced. "What's the prize for answering correctly?"

money

Mercy

New car

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