“Darling, darling, darling!!!” Mettaton yells, his silky voice almost as loud as the music as he releases himself inside you. The warm liquid and the sultry sound of his voice, paired with the cold metal and beating vibrations sends you over the edge. The music stops and Mettaton removes himself from you. He stands up, pulling you up with him. Dizzy and lightheaded, you can hardly stand but, Mettaton knows this and supports you.
“Thanks for tuning in, my stars! I shall see you all again soon! Goodnight, darlings!!” Mettaton cries and quickly bows, pulling you down with him. As your vision clears, you see hundreds of people staring at you, cheering, loving your performance. You feel like you’re on top of the world. You wave and blow kisses to the crowd and they cheer louder in response. Mettaton smiles at you as the curtain closes and your fans disappear. Without the adrenaline of your fans, you fall into Mettaton’s arms, exhausted. He lifts you up, holding you close to him. His cold skin is comforting against your naked body and you slowly drift into sleep in his arms.