He lead the two of you into the theater that he actually owned, and practically dragged you down a hall to the office room he barely used.
As he pulled you inside, you spoke in confusion. “What are you doing, Mettaton? Isn’t the movie going-”
Mettaton cut you off mid sentence by grabbing your face and passionately pressing his lips against yours.
Once he pulled away, it took you a minute to snap out of it, dazed by the suddenness of it all.