You swallowed. Everyone fell silent, staring at you. They knew. Whenever boss Mettaton said that he needed to have a heart-to-heart with an employee, that meant immediate termination. In life. As in, he was going to literally kill you.
“Y-yes, sir,” you managed. He spun on his heel and left the conference room. On their way out, everyone gave you a sympathetic look. “Ohhh noooooo,” you groaned, head falling into your hands.
“Wa-hey, don’t get so down, buddy!” B.P. slapped your back. “He’s just a robot, I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Just go in, fearing nothing, because life ends for us all, anyway!” He had a hollow grin on his face.
“Gee. Great. Thanks,” you sighed sarcastically. “Might as well go face my fate.”
"Don't forget to say goodbye to your familyyyyy," Burgerpants sang. You really wanted to punch that stupid.. whatever he was in the face.
*
“ENTER.” You pushed the heavy door open, finding Mettaton facing away from you. “SHUT THE DOOR BEHIND YOU, WILL YOU?” It closed on its own. You stepped forward to the desk, trembling. “SO TELL ME,” he whirled around fast enough to make his tie fly up, “WHAT WAS WITH THAT COMMENT EARLIER, EXACTLY?”
“W-w-well, sir,” you stuttered, “it’s just- s-sales are going down recently, a-and, I thought, m-maybe, i-if we gave o-our customers s-s—something edible…”
He glowered.
“I didn’t think you’d disagree-“
“THAT’S RIGHT, YOU DIDN’T THINK!” He snarled. Your stomach churned. “WE NEED GLAMBURGER TO BE AS GLORIOUS AS POSSIBLE, THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED GLAMBURGER, YOU WHELP.”
“Wh..whelp?” Your eye twitched. You could normally take the abuse he spat at you, but whenever he implied you were lesser than him, you snapped.
“YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN’T BE REPLACED? YOU DON’T THINK SOMEONE ELSE COULD DO YOUR JOB?”
“You’re damn right no one else could do my job.” Your voice was void of emotion. “I practically run this company, Mettaton. You- you’re just a figurehead!”
“HO-HOW DARE YOU!” He gasped. “I AUGHT TO- YOU- !” His confidence was wavering. The utterly surprised look on his face was so cute against the seriousness of his suit.
“What?” You took a step even closer, leaning in. “You ought to what?” A sly grin crossed your face. He sputtered.
“I- YOU’RE IN FOR IT NOW, RAT.” He bared his teeth, which had become pointed in his ire.
“Don’t think you can scare me with just that.” You swiped at his tie, giving him a surprising little choke, dragging him in close. “What is a person like me to do with a running mouth like yours?”