“I… I don’t… Why is it so hard for me to breathe when you’re standing next to me?” you asked. “I mean, all you were doing was smiling and posing and I found myself holding my breath.”
Mettaton blinked a few times before he reacted, and even with the bustle of the red carpet, you could hear his fans whirr louder. “Come with me.” He abruptly took you hand and lead you down the rest of the carpet, which wasn’t all that long.
“M-Mettaton?”