Soulfell

Beauty and the Beast (apparently)

"WHAT'D YOU DO TO HER YOU RUSTY BAG OF BOLTS?!?!?!!!" Other Sans yelled.

Mettaton stood in front of him, wearing what looked to be some kind of old fashioned red shirt with yellow gloves on his four hands and a styled black wig on.

"I did nothing to the beauty!" Mettaton explained, completely in character. "The human is fine! ... For now~"

The skeleton growled. "The hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Mettaton did whatever the equivalent to a grin was in his robotic computer screen. "As the most loved in this town, I challenge you— the beast— to a match! Whoever wins gets to take the beauty home!"

On cue, a spotlight appeared on top of a balcony part of the set. Out from the floor rose the human girl, but she looked different. Her hair that was usually in a short ponytail, was now tied up into a bun. Her jacket was completely gone, but her hands and forearms were covered in white gloves. She wore a tight purple dress with thin blue vertical stripes and gemstones all over the breast area. The skirt flared out into arrays of blue and purple, making it poof out like a princess dress. The sparkles in the air from the illusion magic helped with this fairytale feel.

Other Sans couldn't help but blink a few times. That was the human? She looked... different. A good different. ...kind of...

Frisk, now suddenly in the spotlight, whimpered and covered herself with her arms in embarrassment, but mostly fear. Why did she have to be in the spotlight? Why did this have to happen to her?!

Sans inwardly grimiest at her reaction. Right. She was afraid of cameras and being the center of attention. It didn't help that the illusion magic gave her the most outstanding dress in the Underground.

Frisk began trembling, her heart rate racing. There was a pain in her chest, and she felt as if she was choking.

'Kid?' Sans asked her. 'Kid, calm down. Let's just shortcut away, alright? You'll be fine.' He tried to sound calming, but concern was laced in his tone.

Frisk could barely even hear what he had said, for her ears were filled with this awful ringing noise, glowing louder and louder by the minute.

'Frisk! Listen to me! You'll be fine! It's just a dumb camera! It can't hurt you!'

Frisk didn't, or couldn't respond.

Mettaton drew a sword out from behind him and pointed it at Other Sans. "Now fight for the one you love, or else she will be mine!"

The skeleton looked up at the human. She was shaking, and her maroon eyes were wide with terror. Her ophthalmophobia...

Crap.

He turns back to the robot. "Mettaton, forget about your stupid show for a nanosecond and friggin' listen to me," he seethed. "Get her off of that stage right now. She can't—"

"And pass on the views?" Mettaton asked. "I think not! We've already gotten to 26 viewers! If you want her off of the stage so much, then win a duel against me!"

Other Sans gritted his sharp teeth. "Fine. It's a duel you want, it's a duel you get!" He summoned a bone and clashed it against the weapon.

Mettaton smirked as much as a robot could. "Now we're getting somewhere~"

Frisk couldn't feel her legs, and she fell to her knees.

'Frisk! Please! I know a phobia is bad, but you can overcome it! Just focus for five seconds and you can shortcut outta here!'