Soulfell

A Very Stressful News Report

They walked on, solving a few puzzles to proceed, and went into the next room. It was completely black and silent.

"Why's it so dark...?" Frisk whispered.

Other Sans could sense something bad coming. He grabbed her hand and slowly led her through the darkness, prepared for a surprise attack.

The lights clicked on and they found themselves inside some kind of kitchen.

"Oh no," Other Sans groaned softly.

Mettaton suddenly came out from behind a counter. "OH YES!!! Welcome, beauties, to the Underground's premier cooking show! Cooking With A Killer Robot!"

"You've gotta be friggin' kiddin' me..." Other Sans muttered as Frisk hid behind him, avoiding where she assumed the cameras would be.

"No kid here, Sansy," Mettaton said. "Just a good old fashion cooking show. Preheat your ovens, because we've got a very special recipe for you today! We're going to be making..."

'Please not us, please not us, please not us,' both Frisk and Sans chanted.

"...a meatloaf!"

Both sighed in relief.

'Meatloaf isn't that bad,' Frisk commented.

Mettaton continued. "I'll need my lovely assistants to help me with this. Everyone give them a hand!" A robotic applause was heard from somewhere off stage. "Darling human, I'll need eggs, brown sugar, milk, and ketchup. From Sansy, I'll need an onion, bread crumbs, salt and pepper, and mustard. Go find them for me, will you?"

Other Sans leaned over to the girl and whispered, "Let's just play along. Maybe it'll turn out like the quiz show."

Frisk nodded and they went to search the kitchen. She was uncomfortable by the fact that a camera was on her, but she tried to ignore it. She found everything she needed rather quickly, while the skeleton was having a tougher time. She shakingly carried everything over to Mettaton's counter—almost dropping a few things in the process—where a large chopping board and mixing bowl was ready.

"Fabulous, Darling!" Mettaton praised, before he hummed in thought. "Hmm. Wait a magnificent moment. I forgot the most important ingredient to Mettaton's Marvelous Meatloaf!"

Sans could see this coming from a mile away. 'Please don't say us, please don't say us, please don't say us.'

His bottom two arms suddenly grabbed Frisk by her legs and over her mouth and picked her up before dropping her down into the chopping board, holding her still.

"HUMAN FLESH!!!"

'CRAP BASKETS!'

His top two arms pulled out a chainsaw from nowhere and turned it on with a roar. Frisk tried to scream, but his hand was over her mouth, but that didn't stop Sans from screaming in her head as well. She tried to squirm free and pry his hands off her, but he was too strong. The chainsaw was about to come down when Other Sans ran in to intervene.

"W-Wait! Hold up!" He yelled as he desperately motioned for Mettaton to stop.

"What? I'm kind of in the middle of something here," Mettaton replied dully.

The skeleton struggled to come up with his words. "Couldn't you...? Maybe you could...? Couldn't you make a substitution in the recipe?"

Mettaton raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "A substitution you say? You mean a non-human flesh ingredient? Why?"