Soulfell

Smile For the Camera

Inside was a practically empty room, all with nothing but Mettaton standing there, on the other side.

"I've been expecting you," he greets. "Come on in. No need to be shy."

The group wearily walked inside of the surprising small room, but stopped a good distance from him.

"Aw, and you're holding hands~! How cute~!" The robot cooed.

"That's it." Other Sans couldn't take it anymore. He pointed at Mettaton with his free hand, eyes glaring dangerously. "The human and I are not in a romantic relationship. Understand?" He seethed. "She is my platonic friend, and I am her platonic friend. We will continue bein' platonic friends. G o t i t ? "

'Looks like you've been friend-zoned, kid,' Sans joked.

Frisk held in a laugh and rolled her eyes. 'Oh no. I've been rejected. What ever will I do?' she said sarcastically.

"Hmph. Well there goes my views," Mettaton huffed. "It was perfect too. The star-crossed lovers. A romance forbidden by all laws. Oh well. I'll just have to make you pay for it... by KILLING YOUR 'PLATONIC FRIEND', SANSY!!!"

The floor of the room rose up violently to an opening in the high ceiling. The new room was flooded with light and noise.

Mettaton's voice rang through the noise. "And to do that... I'll have to use my new form~"

The blinding lights faded to reveal a new siluet. A man with black hair, covering two eyes and leaving two eyes in view. He wore black skin tight leather under some kind of anime looking red, black and yellow metal outfit. His four arms had yellow gloves in each hand and matching high heel boots.

If Frisk wasn't scared of losing her life, she'd probably be laughing.

Her laughing idea was supported when Flowey asked a simple "What?" at the robot's transformation.

Mettaton grinned. "Like what you see, darling~? I would give you plenty of time to look it over, but I have to kill you." His eyes glowed a bright yellow. "Lights. Camera. Action!"

All but one spotlight was now pointed at the group. Frisk could just barely make out tons of fans in the crowd, either cheering or booing, over the blinding lights.

"Smile for the camera, darling~"

That was the trigger.

Frisk's chest tightened and a ringing filled her ears. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear anything except that line, echoing in her head. Her legs felt like jello. Her chest filled up with an overwhelming sense of dread. Everyone was filming her. Looking at her. Laughing at her. Hating her.

'Oh no...' Sans muttered. 'Kid? Kid, talk to me! Can you hear me? Frisk, can you hear me?! Answer me!'

Flowey noticed immediately and lightly slapped her cheek with his leaf. "Human? Human?! We're here! You're okay!"

Other Sans now gripped her hand tighter. "Sweetheart, I'm right here. The camera won't hurt you. Sweetheart?"

Frisk didn't react to any of their pleas. She couldn't hear anything over the ringing.

Mettaton laughed. "Aw, is she having stage fright~? Well, as I always say... The show must go on!" He launched an attack.

Flowey gave a startled shriek as the skeleton quickly picked up the girl and jumped out of the way, landing a few meters away.

"Sweetheart, talk to me!" He begged, lightly slapping her cheek to get her out of her shocked state. "You're gonna be fine! But I kinda need you to help me—!"