Darling, no! You're not following the script!"
"SCREW your script!" She shouts. "I'M NOT WASTING ANY MORE TIME!!!"
She walks straight over to Alphys and puts her hands on her shoulders, her face flushed just a little. The room gets unbelievably quiet.
"Alphys..." she starts, sounding suddenly hesitant.
"Y-yeah?" Alphys says.
"...will you marry me?"
Alphys turns bright, bright red, her voice shrinking down to a squeak.
"...y-y-yes."
"FUCK YEAH!" Undyne punches the air in victory and wraps her arms around Alphys, kissing her hard enough to make her bend backward a little.
"...well, perhaps improvisation has its merits." Mettaton sighs heavily.
You laugh aloud and walk over to him, brushing your hand softly over his hair.
"Mettaton?" you ask.
"Yes, darling?