Sans walked along side me as we worked our way through the Underground. It felt barren as you walked through, void of the usual presence of monsters. Sans hovered at your side while Frisk ran ahead, checking every nook and cranny.

"Hey Sans?" He called, looking back. "Where is everyone? Usually we would've run into a battle by now."

Sans shrugged, averting his eyes. "Dunno Frisk. Maybe it's a holiday?"

You peered at him, Hades cawing at him. He glanced back at you, but quickly returned his gaze to the walls. "Sans..." You said slowly, coming to a stop. "What did you do? We haven't seen a single monster and you're hovering."

"Well I didn't hurt anyone if that's what you're asking." He admit.

"That's not what I asked." You pushed. "Where is everyone?"

"Well, um, remember what I said about setting stuff up for you tomorrow? Link handling Undyne and stuff? Well, I actually went to King Asgore and explained what it was you're doing. So he may or may not have sent out a Royal decree that cleared monsters from the paths leading to the Capitol. You know, for convenience reasons."

"So everyone is just avoiding the walkway? We won't have to fight anyone?" You asked.

He nodded. "Figured you'd just want to get this run over with. Just in case of all circumstances."

Sans' eyes darted towards you and you realized what he meant. He didn't want to risk a battle shattering your soul or revealing to Frisk your try condition. You relaxed slightly, smiling. Hades glided easily over Sans, plopping down on his head as he cawed. Frisk sighed, looking at Sans.

"I can get why we'd want to rush this all, but it kinda takes the fun out if we miss all the monsters." Frisk pouted.

"But," you added. "The sooner we free the Underground the sooner monsters and humans can be friends."

Frisk smiled and shrugged. "I guess so."

You smiled at Frisk as he turned back and darted down the battered path. Your grin fell and a shaky breath shook you as your eyes fell to your hands.

"If only you knew..."

Your vision flickered, and your hands were replaced by a skeletons', then back again. Words echoed in your head but you couldn't make them out. They seemed distant and distorted. Another blink and all you saw was your own scarred hands.

Since you'd woken up with the scars from Grillby, Frisk had seemed more suspicious of everything you did. He constantly glanced back at you, asking if you were okay or tired. Of course you smiled and nodded along, but you knew when it came down to it he'd know your intentions by the time you arrived at Asgore. Sans would probably help you, but thinking of it still broke your heart. Just the thought of Frisk crying was enough to bring you to your knees.

Heat enveloped you and you looked up. You hadn't realized you were already in Hotlands. You'd already crossed over the bridge as well. Before you stood Alphys laboratory.

"Are we going straight through?" You asked, looking at Sans.

"Yeah, I already told Alphys I'd be escorting you through here." He explained. "Just head right on in."

You smiled gratefully and pushed Frisk on. The metal door slid open smoothly, a curtain of darkness lying just beyond. A red light flickered from the ceiling, most likely a security camera. You rested a hand on Frisk's solider as he led your through the pitch black. The lab, even though it's exactly as you'd guessed it be, had slipped your memory along with the majority of your past. Even with that, you had a feeling it wasn't supposed to be that creepy. "Huh, usually the lights are in by now." Sans muttered curiously, voice echoing a few feet behind you.

Frisk nodded, stopping before turning to look in Sans' direction. "You're right Sans, where's Alphys? Or even Metatton?"

"Do you think they cleared out too?" You asked.

"They could have, but I warned Alphys we might need help navigating her organized chaos to find her notes. She should be here." Sans pondered, stopping shortly after running into you from behind. "Sorry kid."

You waved it off, "That's fi-"

Hades launched himself from your shoulder, gliding in the dark as though it was just any other thing. He cawed loudly, almost aggravated. "Hades?! What's wrong? Did you find something?" You asked.

He cawed loudly and bravely as he looked at you and back again. You could hear as his small feet scratched at the wall. The next moment, light blinded you as boom-like music filled your head. You yelped, falling back into a tall pile of papers. Hades glided back to you as you looked up at most famous toaster you'd ever meet, swaying expertly on a singular wheel and mic in hand. "Welcome Darlings to~" The suspiciously familiar box began to speak but everything went dark instantly.

A hand rested on your shoulder and you found yourself on the other side of the laboratory. Heat blew against your face as Sans shoved you through the exit. "I knew it..." He groaned. "Run!"

"What?!" You asked. "Is he trying to fight us? Is he a rebel against the king? I thought Tori was the only one that hated Asgore!"

Frisk's face fell as he looked at you. "(Y/N) that was Mettaton... remember?" He asked. "Did you forget him too..."

"Metta-ton?" You echoed. It took longer, but a few vague memories appeared in your mind. "Oh! Mettaton! I guess I just forgot what his regular form looked like..."

You attempted to smile it off, but Frisk was more upset than you'd ever hoped to see him. "Oh, I'm sorry Frisk. The glitch really messed me up."

Sans sighed and pushed you forward. "Very touching guys but if Mettaton captures you it's gonna add another day to the trip. And we wanted to get this done ASAP right? So now's not the time to-"

"Beauties!" A sing-song tone rang. "You can't escape my fabulous self!"

You shuddered and grabbed Frisk's hand. "Let's run!"

You sprinted onward, dragging Frisk with you. Sans ran with you, trying to avoid showing the world his powers. He had an image to maintain as the world's laziest skeleton. "Darlings wait~" Mettaton yelled.

You squealed I fright, clasping a hand over your mouth. "Sorry guys! I didn't ever expect to be so scared of a gay guy..."

"Gotcha!" He yelled triumphantly.

Cold metal clasped around your ankle and you fell forward. As you hit the ground, you took notice of the ruby that flew over your lip, blending in with the red earth of Hotlands. Luckily, Frisk didn't notice.

"(Y/N)!" Frisk cried. He was trying not to laugh.

You groaned and glared at the robot that dangled you from a leg. "StupidFabulousGay Robot..."

Mettaton whipped around, racing away with you whipping wildly behind him. You screamed as you were bolted away, watching Sans and Frisk shrink away in the dust.

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He stood over you menacingly, your wrist captured by the metals that surrounded the arms of your chair. "Just let me go you glorified television!" You hissed. "I don't have much time!"

He sighed, setting down the tool in his hand and taking a firm hold of your chin. Turning your face slowly, he scanned your features and shook his box frame. "This simply won't do darling! Your face is sunken, eyes are dark. And what's with these burn scars?! Did you fight a flamethrower? Oh, that's a good idea. Burger pants right that down! Anyways, you look like death beautiful!"

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back. "A) You can't call me beautiful and ugly at the same time, it's an oxymoron. B) Believe me, I don't look like death."

"Fear not my deathly flower! I'll make you gorgeous for the show!" He proclaimed.

You slumped in your care, thoughts wandering as you tried to remember if he was always this gaudy. Results: he was. Mettaton's hands few with ease as he applied cosmetics to you that you didn't even know existed. You could almost hear Sephora's shrill, Starbucks-fueled cries of agony.

You were able to escape, so you let yourself relax as Mettaton yanked your around between makeup and wardrobe. Changing your clothes every so often and narrating his actions to an uncaring self. You couldn't really tell where you were until bright white blinded you again. This time however, it was a spotlight. Pink confetti shot everywhere as you were shoved in front a lacking audience. A small screen showed the rating of the show, most of which being far below average. Mettaton wheeled around stage next to you, chattering endlessly about how it was to have you there.

"I don't remember you being this long-winded." You said subconsciously, not realizing it was funny, nor heard, until you were scared shitless at roaring laughter. Yes, in the two minutes you zoned out, the studio filled to the brim with monsters.

Mettaton laughed famously at your remark, taking a seat and looking at you. "You know (Y/N), the monsters are quite curious about humans. Why don't you tell us about yourself?" He asked.

"Me as a human or humans in general, because I can promise I'm not an average human." You commented sarcastically.

A chuckle tickled the air but died down quickly. "Tell us about humanity. After all, we do here you plan to free us soon."

You nodded. "I do. Frisk and I are going to free the monsters by tomorrow, so that you might finally see the sun."

A roar of enthusiasm confused everything around you. They way it shook the stage, it felt like the entire Underground was joining in. You snickered, looking out over the monsters. "But I guess I should warn you huh?" You continued.

A hush fell over them, thousands of eyes glued now to you. You nodded your head and sighed, sinking into your chair. "Humans, even if a lot of them are nice and willing to accept change, are very fearful people." You started. "We're stubborn and messy a lot of the time. For a long time, monsters have been only legend up top, meaning that seeing you guys will be like seeing a fairy tale. The number one thing I have to tell you is that you need to stay positive. They'll get mad and scared. They'll protest and scream and throw fits because they're not getting their way, but eventually you'll live together peacefully. So, be patient."

There was silence as Mettaton nodded. "Those, (Y/N), are words to live by." He then grew loud as he turned to the crowd. "But who wants to hear about (Y/N) though?!"

There was an uproar and you couldn't help but laugh. "Go on (Y/N)!" He encouraged. "Tell us about yourself!"

"Well, what do you want to know?" You asked.

He gasped and turned to the nearest camera. "Now's your chance! Callers buzz in for your chance to talk to the human of the night!"

Suddenly ringing filled the air and Mettaton grabbed a magically appeared phone from his side. "Hello! Mettaton's Night Life, what's your question?" He chirped.

"O-Oh, hi M-Mettaton. My name is Blooky. D-Does (Y/N) like Spook tunes?" He asked.

You nodded happily. "Yeah. When I heard it from a house in Waterfall it sounded really good!" You assured.

"O-Oh! Thank you (Y/N).... bye..."

Another call buzzed in. "What's your favorite food?" A familiar skeleton asked.

You snickered. "I do like Cinnabuns." You teased. "But Master Chef Papyrus' spaghetti is my favorite."

Then another. "Did you remember my name?" They asked.

"I don't know. Who are you?"

"Heats Flamesman."

"Your name is Heats Flamesman!"

"She remembered!"

And another. "Is anime real?!"

"はい！"

And another. "Have you ever died?!"

"I, uh, I'm still breathing aren't I?"

It was impressive to see what all they came up with. You answered almost every question imaginable, ranging from favorite color to worst nightmare. However as time passed, Mettaton looked more and more bored with the interview until he launched upward and faced you. "Sorry folks! But we're almost out of time. (Y/N), you have one question left!"

"Okay shoot!" You smiled, actually enjoying yourself.

"Do you like a certain someone?" Mettaton asked in a sweet, repulsive tone.

You froze, slowly turning and looking at the audacious calculator. "What?"

"I see you ever become quite flustered! Go on! You do have a crush huh!" He pressed.

"I-I, I mean, I don't, uh, you see I can't, you wouldn't..."

"Just spit it out (Y/N)! Who's the lucky individual?!" Mettaton continued.

"Metatton I don't really.... I can't just, I don't... what?! I d-dont like... I mean I like them but they don't.... it's not like that it's-"

Your eyes darted around, needing a distraction. Your head whipped around, face engulfed in red as you scanned for the face of either your friends. The atmosphere felt thick as your heart pounded in your chest. Just say a name right? It won't hurt anyone! It's all okay just say something!

A flash of black and a glint of light. Your eyes drew up and you looked beyond the curtain to side of the stage. Your breath clung to your lungs as your open opened, instinctively forming two words that silenced the room. "It's Death?" You said, loud enough to here on the microphone, but almost fuzzy.

Your face was red as Death looked at you from the sidelines, purple blush crawling over his skull. Mettaton's demeanor died, thinking you loved the thought of dying.

You yourself didn't even know how true that was. Everyone froze, your eyes locked with Death's moments before everything went dark and you watched blood dribble down your chin. You coughed blood, eyes tearing as your organs felt as though they were being squeezed to their popping point. Pitch black shrouded your vision as you fell into the dark.