You tapped your fingers on your desk, eyes glued to the clock, waiting for your much needed break.
You’d been an employee of Mettaton’s for only a few months, and you were questioned why you hadn’t quit by now.
As soon as you chose to stay and live underground, you knew you’d have to get a job to provide for yourself. After all, you couldn’t count on Sans and Papyrus to do everything for you.
Alphys had so “generously” helped you snag the role of being the glamorous Mettaton’s assistant.
Originally you thought someone who was an assistant to a multi-millionaire fashion diva, tv-show host and stage performer would enjoy their job.
You thought you’d receive special privileges, like tickets to all of his shows, access to his pink limousine and a high pay compared to his other employees. This all in return for doing things like managing his schedules, making sure his wardrobe team didn’t make him look like shit on stage and doing paperwork.