Star-Studded

Weaving a Web

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You are currently working on a small weaving loom making a small blanket for...yourself? You don't know, you just like making stuff with your hands. You'll figure it out after you finish and see if you like it enough to keep it or if you should just gift to it someone whose birthday you "remember" the day you happen to call them. Anyways, you are in your fashionable clothing store that is currently empty, except for one of your employees and yourself, of course. You have more people working under you, but they're currently taking their lunch break and won't get back until around an hour later, oh and some are also on vacation.

Alrighty, back to describing everything.

You are sitting at your reception counter which doubles as the cash register. As mentioned before, it's only you and your employee, Maria. She's on the opposite side of the cash register, leaning on the counter, working on color scheme for a new shirt design. Maria also happens to be an old friend from high school, who is arguably more qualified for the job of seamstress than you. However, you are the one with a degree in business.

You look up from your weaving to eye your store. The best way to describe the style would be an 'elegant casual', that includes your decor. The use of white being prominent for the tile and wall color, gold accenting the molds of the walls along with bright, sparkling lights to complement the clothes as to let them stand out more. The colors of the walls only switch when you are in different parts of the establishment. For example, the formal or evening wear department has a look that's styled after the red carpet: hardwood instead of tile, with a "red carpet" coming down the center of the aisles leading to the mirrors as well as the cashier desk, and dimmer lighting with spot lights to let the outfits show off their elegance. 

Although Maria always refrains you from saying it, you describe your clothing collectively as, "If a certain clothing store had a fashion sense" (Actual brand name voided last minute as to avoid getting sued). Both of you were quiet until you hear the door open, the familiar 'ting' of the bell sounding off letting you know. What you can make out to be a tall figure enters, striding in. At the same time, Maria makes a quick exit, ducking into the back room where everything is made.  As she passes you, in a quick low voice she says,"It's your turn to deal with themmmmm". 

You give her a quick look, but then put a face of professionalism and greet the person entering by saying,"Welcome!". 

They were looking around as if looking for something, when you spoke up, their eyes lit up, no, like, they literally light up and like missile, they home in on you at the desk. 

You look at what you know to be robot. You quickly examine him as he walks up to you. He's a nice magenta color with what appears to be a speaker and dial device on his chest plate. (Do ever think that his name could be word play on the color magenta? Just putting that out there.) He has broad shoulder guards that would likely never fit in any type of shirt without tearing holes in them, except maybe a tank top. He also had very cartoony metal arms with gloves that look like what a certain mouse wears. You look at his face, a very sharp and attractive one at that. You're sure he likely has very beautiful eyes to match when less stressed, eyes that might stare into the pit of your soul and heart, however, his one visible eye is staring so intensely and angrily, you're almost scared. You give a confused smile.

"H-hello! Do you need help wit-"

"Your sign says you do alterations?"he quick asks with clear intention.

"Yes, we do, do you need-", you manage to say before he cuts you off again

"Even for clothes that aren't from your store?", he adds.

You quickly nod since you would likely be interrupted again if you say anything.

"Oh, thank goodness,'' he says out of breath, melting into the desk. "Are you okay, sir?," you ask, sort of leaning forward to look at him on the other side of the counter.

He breathes out,"I am now, dear."

After taking 5, as in 5 seconds to collect himself, he stands up, and it's then when you realize how truly tall this guy is.

"I'm in need of alterations for a button up shirt and a tux," he says smoothly as he fixes his hair with one hand. He places a bag which likely has the items in question on the counter with the other hand, letting the same hand come to a rest on his hip.

"Oh!", you say COMPLETELY surprised,"Let me just grab a few things and we'll get started." You swiftly grab a measuring tape and your notepad with a pencil wedged into the spiraling spine of the pad. You walk out from behind register booth and walk in front of him, politely telling him,"Follow me, sir", motioning for him to follow you. 

On your way to a dressing room, you quickly peek your head to the back room where Maria is and say "Cover the register, please". You hear his heels clicking behind you as you lead him to a large dressing room. You open the door, allowing him to enter before you. You close the door behind you and begin the consultation.

A/n: Hello there! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of a new story I've had in the works. This thing actually helped me through my writers block. I just had a sudden influx of ideas for this stupid robot and I couldn't let them go so, here we are. This will officially be my 2nd fanfic and the first for Undertale. Let's see how this goes. ANyways, I hope you all have a good day/night and thank you for reading! :)

P.s: If you see any typos, just tell me and I'll happily correct them. I've been staring at the words for so long my brain is just filling the blanks and correcting grammar as I read so, I might have missed some mistakes.