*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*
Things were getting harder. The puzzles grew more complex, the monsters harder to sweet talk. And without any words of encouragement from Toriel things weren't looking so easy. I had my first fight with Undyne not to long ago, I barely escaped with my life. I had hope that was going to be enough for the old woman to receive my call, but alas it was hopeless.
I sighed as I pushed the phone into my pocket as I continued walking through the maze like hallways. Alphys was making a surprising amount of mistakes though I couldn't blame her. This place did look rather hard to keep track of, I let out a huff of relief as I stepped into the large doorway.
The room was dark, in the centre of the room all I could see where a few square shaped likes blinkering red and white. I knew who this was. "Mettaton" I gasped, the robot chuckled standing up taller on it's single wheel "there's something you must know human" he uttered. His voice was surprisingly low, he was quieter than usual, his tone sounded almost disheartened.
"Alphys isn't who you think she is".
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I refused to believe him, it couldn't true. It couldn't be that Alphys had planned this, for Mettaton to attack me so she could play hero and make me stay. "But my dear~ Nothing brings more viewers than drama, and what better way to create drama than a plot twist?~".
As he shot up, the lights switching on and the door behind me slamming shut with a loud bang, there was a knock "w-what? T-t-the door locked so suddenly" it was Alphys, she was waiting outside. It couldn't be...Mettaton was telling the truth?
The ground beneath us began to rumble and soon we were rising, even if the scientist had managed to get the door open there would be a wall blocking her path. We stopped half way up the room, the ceiling closer then I felt comfortable with "ah yes~ It was I that hired all those to kill you. Why dear? Because if I had your soul for myself then Asgore won't be able to destroy all humanity"
"If he doesn't destroy all humanity then I'll pass through the barrier and have hundreds, thousands- no millions of people watching my show!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands with an excited squeal.
I let out a growl "you're going to let all of your people down here suffer while you go to the surface to get more views? Popularity?" I questioned. If the robot had lips I'm sure he would've pouted, he simply shrugged "why not?".
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I was deep into the fight, I was running low on energy, trying to spare and talk to the male just wasn't working. I stopped preparing for the next plea when my phone let off a loud ring. I answered the phone, pressing it to my ear "h-hello! I-I-I know I can't s-see into t-t-the room b-but...i-if it helps. T-there's a switch on h-his back. I-i-if you g-get him t-to turn around t-then it w-w-w-w-would leave h-him v-vulnerable!".
The call ended with a click, I took a deep breath, my eyes wandering the room searching for anything I could use to distract him. I blinked as a thought popped into my head, I let out a small smile "hey Mettaton! There's a mirror behind you".
His lights stopped blinkering "oh? Right! I need to look my best for the grand finale!" he chirped, spinning on his wheel "where? I don't see it..." I glanced at his back, written across his back was switch with an arrow pointing downwards. There was a switch near the base of his square body.
I took a deep breath, and flipped the switch. Mettaton went rigid, "did you-" he paused "just flip-" for effect of course "my switch?" he finished. "Yes...?".
He let out a deep sigh "I see so you wanted to sneak peak of my final body for the première huh? Well just this once I'll let it slide~". I winced and covered my eyes as he burst into a puff of smoke "feast your eyes upon- Mettaton. Ex~" I coughed, waving my arm to disperse the smoke.
As the cloud faded I lifted my head from my arm mentally preparing myself for what I might see. Knowing Mettaton it could be anything from a toaster to a fish. You never know. My jaw dropped slightly as I gazed upon his 'final form', he stood tall, two finger pressed to his lips, one eye closed in a wink.
Curly brown hair fell in front of his face slightly, his legs were long, feet decorated with heeled boots. His outfit was made primarily of silver and black. There was a small box on his chest with buttons and a dial. On his stomach another box, except in this one there was a heart.
He still had his usual white gloves, the metal skin of his face was tinted pink slightly, his irises were a deep pink, flecks of purple and silver in the orbs. Lines ran down the sides of his face over his black eyelids, showing that his face was constructed of different stripes of metal.
There were threw lines running horizontally leading to his rounded ears. There were three bolts under his narrowed eyelids, and two above his eyebrows. As much as I hated to admit it, Mettaton -- was hot. I bit the inside of my cheek "why won't y