~While you were separated from Papyrus~

"I WONDER WHY I COULDN'T GET THROUGH WITH Y/N, WHAT WAS THAT? SOMEONE'S MAGIC?" Papyrus ponders as he walks back the way you two came, stroking his chin in thought, "BUT WHO WOULD WANT TO KEEP THE GREAT PAPYRUS FROM SEEING THE KING? I'VE DONE IT SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE SO WHY WAS THIS TIME DIFFERENT?" He furrows his brows as he thinks hard but comes up empty.

This puzzle is too difficult to solve right now.

"NO MATTER, I HAVE BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF AT THE MOMENT. . .and I don't plan on slacking off."

An air of malice washes over him as he says the last part, something about what he's talking about is unsettling compared to his normal demeanor, what is he going to do?

When he arrives back at the 'arena' you fought the superstar, Mettaton's still talking to Alphys. He smiles deviously, his plan's starting off easier than he thought.

"Oh Alphys Darling~, I can't even begin to explain how that human tasted. So fresh, so unique, so. . .so. . ."

"H-Human?" Alphys added.

"Oh yes Darling~ just that~" He sounds a lot like a something that Papyrus must not say but he knows what it is anyway.

"METTATON?" He says drawing the others' attention, "NYEH HEH HEH, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIKING TO THE HUMAN." He chuckles.

"But of course Darling~ he's the first human I've ever seen and I wouldn't mind seeing him again. . .now if I remember correctly you said you're my number one fan?" He says, a sharp smile appearing on his face.

Alphys groans and facepalms knowing what's really behind that smile.

"Y-YES METTATON, YOU'RE THE MOST FAMOUS MONSTER IN THE UNDERGROUND AND BY FAR THE MOST POPULAR, I ACTUALLY ENVY YOUR POPULARITY," he acts shy, "ITS TRULY AN HONOR TO BE IN THE PRESENCE OF SOMEONE SO BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED." He takes the robot's hand and kisses it, causing Mettaton to blush slightly. Alphys stands in the background uneasily.

"Well my darling, it's a honor to have you in my presence and might I say you are a gorgeous one yourself, it's a shame you're not as popular as I am but even so you're already popular in my books." He smiles even more.

"M-ME? POPULAR WITH YOU? I C-COULDN'T BE. . ." Papyrus blushes pink.

"Why of course you are! All my fans are popular in my eyes, even if they don't see it themselves, but since you are my number one fan I guess you are legible for certain. . .privileges." He seductively drags his finger along his jaw, Papyrus tenses and goes wide eyed, his bones rattling softly under his armour.

"P-PRIVILEGES?" He stutters.

"Of course Darling~"

"L-LIKE WHAT?"

"Well for starters, dinner would be the first," he whispers in his nonexistent ear, one hand on his chest and the other ghosting down his spine, "and who knows what could come after that~"

Papyrus blushes even more at his actions, his own hands unconsciously finding their way to his hips, both of them giggling softly to each other. Alphys on the other hand shifts uncomfortably, not only is the situation before her awkward and unnecessary, but also at the glances she keeps getting from Papyrus. Even though he has no pupils or eyes for that matter, she knows he's looking at her, mostly giving slight glares at her to keep her mouth shut. She knows what he's doing- what he's going to do, and it ate at her soul that she can't tell her friend. She doesn't know the specifics but she knows he's going to do something bad to Mettaton.

"How about tonight around eight, we can have dinner then?" Mettaton asks.

"OF COURSE METTATON! ANYTHING FOR THE BEAUTY OF UNDERGROUND."

Mettaton giggles and gives him a peck on the cheekbone, prancing off with a seductive sway in his hips, "come Alphys Darling~ we have a dinner to get ready for!" He giggles.

"S-Sure M-Mettaton. . ." Alphys glances back at Papyrus one more time as she walks off, playing with her fingers nervously, Papyrus narrows his sockets, his glare saying 'tell anyone and you'll be sorry'. She gasps and scampers through the doors after Mettaton, almost running after the oblivious mech in worry.

Papyrus' smile grows menacingly, his fangs looking more sinister than before, he walks out the doors. Yes, his plan it coming along nicely. Now he just had to execute it. . .or him.

Time Skip. . .

Papyrus is in the shared room, getting ready for his 'date' with Mettaton, he won't even consider this a date persay, the only date he would rather have is with you and he is yet to have it. This is just. . .a puzzle he has to fix, and an annoying one too. He's looking at himself in the mirror, making sure he looks good even though he doesn't particularly want to go. He's wearing a cropped orange sweater that showed half his spine and has a horizontal slit on his chest, showing off some of his ribs too. He's also wearing a long black dress pants and dress shoes, his bones look shinier and glossier too. Even if he doesn't want go he should at least look good, right?

He huffs in approval as he clicks his heels, his sinister smile growing even more, he walks out the hotel room and down the hall, earning glances from the passers-by that are chatting with themselves. A smug feeling engulfs him seeing the swooning of the girls and jealousy of the boys. Just as he rounds the corner he spots his brother talking to a feline monster, she giggles and leaves soon before he gets there, she didn't notice he was coming.

"Well you look smashing bro, planning on breaking some hearts?" Sans snickers.

"HARDY HAR HAR, VERY FUNNY SANS." He monotones.

"But seriously, why're you so dolled up?" Sans tilts his head to the side, "finally having that date with Y/N?"

"ACTUALLY NO, BUT I DO HAVE A DATE TODAY."

Sans is shocked, this isn't supposed to happen, "with who?"

"METTATON!! ISN'T THAT GREAT?!" He smiles wide.

"M-Mettaton?" His smile looks a bit forced, "w-why him? I thought you wanted your first to be Y/N? Wait, how?"

"HE WAS SO NICE AS TO LET THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAVE DINNER WITH HIM SINCE I AM HIS BIGGEST FAN!" He squeals, forcefully of course but it looks too natural to notice.

"O-Oh. . .that's nice, congrats bro." His eye twitches a little.

"BROTHER ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU LOOK TIRED, WELL MORE TIRED THAN USUAL."

"I-I'm fine Pap, uh I think I'll head home now. Have fun at your. . .date." He says the word like it has a bad taste in his mouth.

"GOODBYE BROTHER!! AND I WILL!!" Sans walks off and out the door, Papyrus growls lowly as he let his smile fall, keeping up his usual manner is hard in this situation plus he knows Sans will be back. He's his overprotective big brother after all, he knows he'll spy on them both and appear at random times to make sure Mettaton doesn't do anything, which he doesn't mind at all since he doesn't want the date part of their meeting to happen anyways. The other part is the one he's dieing for.

He pivots on his heel and heads towards the dining area, seeing Mettaton at one of the tables waiting for him.

"Well this will be nice." He says to himself, smiling deviously.

Time Skip. . .
Jeez, Papyrus.

"I HAD A WONDERFUL DINNER WITH YOU METTATON," Papyrus and Mettaton are walking to his hotel room on the top floor, the pink robot insisted they go to his place instead of Papyrus' since it's quieter and more vacant, the whole top floor was his. THE WHOLE FREAKING FLOOR!! "I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOURSELF AS WELL."

As Papyrus predicted, Sans had eavesdropped on them several times, showing up randomly when Mettaton got too close and when his hands lingered or headed to the wrong place. He could feel the tension in his sockets but he let it slide, he actually wouldn't mind if that 'date' was ruined.

"Of course Darling~ I could never be bored with you, you're just too. . .eccentric." He giggles, squeezing his arm more.

They arrive at a flashy pink door that has the robot's name on it in glittery gold, he opens the door as it's unlocked and pulls Papyrus inside, smiling even more with each step he takes. Inside is pink, pink and even more pink, everything is supersized compared to the room Papyrus paid for, but the only real difference is that there's a large heart shaped bed on the left side.

"Now shall we carry on to your next privilege?" He purrs.

"I-IF YOU STILL W-WANT TO." Papyrus appears bashful.

"Oh Darling~" he pulls Papyrus to the bed where he drags the skeleton on top of him, making the younger squeal in surprise, "of course I still want to." He purrs again.

He kisses his jaw as his hands roam his chest, dipping his finger between ribs that show through the slit, Papyrus shudders as he wraps those gorgeous legs around his hips, hooking them on his hip bones. Papyrus props himself on an elbow, using his now free hand to reach Mettaton's thighs, kneading the leather and earning a small moan from him.

"M-METTATON?" The robot hums, "M-MAY I. . .TRY SOMETHING?" He blushes pink even more.

"Hmm? Like what?~"

Papyrus pulls away slowly only to drive his face into Mettaton's neck, his breathing makes the robot buck and laugh under him but he pins him down.

"D-Darling! Bwuahahaha, s-stop that!" He laughs even more he felt something soft and wet flick against his neck, "P-Papyrus! Hahahaha I c-can't-!"

Pain shoots through his lower abdomen, shock etches his face as his eyes grow wide, his breath hitches as he feels his HP decrease drastically. What makes his soul tremble though is Papyrus' laughing, the skeleton chuckles as he slowly pulls away, staring at the robot's face as he coughs up oil. The air turns from warm and friendly to dark and disturbing as Mettaton looks down between them.

"OH METTATON," a thick orange bone protrudes from his gut, glowing brightly against the black, silver and pink of his body, "YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW. . .PISSED YOU'VE MADE ME."

He twists the bone in his gut to the right, a blood curdling scream sounds from the mech, causing his HP to drop, right arm to pop off and him to cough up more 'blood'.

"AND TO THINK I HAD SUCH A LIKING TO YOU TOO BEFORE. . .WELL I GUESS EVERYONE HAS A LIKING TO YOU SINCE YOU ARE UNDERGROUND'S POPSTAR."

He twists the bone to the left, a pained grunt came from below him as his HP drops again, the other arm pops off and more blood spurts out his mouth. Papyrus' sadistic smile grows with each passing second.

"IF ONLY YOU HAD KEPT YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF, THIS WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING TO YOU. IF ONLY YOU DIDN'T TOUCH HIM, THEN I WOULDN'T BE SO PISSED," through the fear he can see the confusion in the robot's eyes, chuckling to himself in realization, "OH YEAH, YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT, HUH? SINCE HE TASTED SO GOOD I THOUGHT YOU WOULD REMEMBER."

If it was possible, Mettaton's eyes widened even more, trying to speak and move away from the homicidal skeleton but he is straddling his waist and still keeping him down.

"YES, THE HUMAN, Y/N, REMEMBER HIM? OH I HEARD YOU HAD A LOVELY MEETING WITH HIM, ONE THAT I PERSONALLY DON'T APPROVE OF, AND ITS IRRITATING ME EVEN NOW," he shoves the bone more into his stomach, Mettaton cries as the pain shot through his entire body, his voice box laced with static, "BUT I MUST ADMIT, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T FORGIVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID (ALTHOUGH I AM A VERY FORGIVING PERSON), YOU DO LOOK RATHER BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT. EVEN WHEN YOU'RE SLOWLY DIEING UNDER ME, THE PERFECT SCENE FOR MONSTERS LIKE YOU." Mettaton's legs drops to the floor, now he's just a shell, almost in his protoform self.

"NOW IM GOING TO TELL YOU THIS AND I'LL ONLY SAY IT ONCE," he leans towards the frightened mech, Mettaton tries to pull his face away as the tears of cooling fluid stream down his face but Papyrus roughly grabs his jaw and forces him to face him, "SO YOU BETTER LISTEN WELL. . .YOU CAN HAVE ANY MONSTER, OR HUMAN, IN THE UNDERGROUND. . .except. My. Y/N. . .understand?"

Mettaton feels like his voice alone could kill him, he's only at 100HP but feels like he can turn to dust at any moment, his will to stay awake depletes as his eyes blank out and his body shuts down. Papyrus lets go of his face, smiling at his work as he moves from above the barely alive mech, now that that puzzle is solved he feels a lot better now, like a weight has been lifted off his back.

Damn, Papyrus.
Time Skip. . .

Mettaton groans as he feels his head, his body aches and his head feels like it's going to split open.

"GOOD MORNING!"

Mettaton jolts and whips his head to the right, finding Papyrus in his 'battle body' sitting on one of the heart shaped single chairs, throwing his usual smile at him. It doesn't take long for the pink bot to remember what happened last night, he shrieks and crawls back until he hits the headboard, Papyrus chuckles as he sees his frightened expression, amused by his terror.

"P-Please don't hurt me again," Mettaton pleads, "I won't touch him again, I swear, just please don't hurt me!"

"HURT YOU? NOW WHY WOULD I DO THAT?" Papyrus seems hurt, "I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU METTATON."

Papyrus stands from his seat and walks towards the bed, Mettaton squeaks in fear and tries to crawl away again but forgot he's already at the headboard, he was going to get up to run but Papyrus places his hand on his leg, having a firm grip on him.

"B-But last night-"

"WE HAD DINNER AND YOU WERE TOO INTOXICATED TO STAND SO I CARRIED YOU TO YOUR ROOM TO SLEEP." He smiles politely.

Mettaton's mind is spinning in confusion, did he dream up what happened last night? Or was everything real and Papyrus is lying?

"NOW I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THE ASSUMPTION OF ME HURTING, YOU, THE POPSTAR OF THE UNDERGROUND FROM BUT I ASSURE YOU IT'S NOT TRUE, YOU WERE JUST DREAMING," Papyrus squeezes his leg reassuringly but it just makes the robot shudder in fear he was going to rip it off, "BUT IT WOULD BE TROUBLESOME FOR BOTH YOU AND I IF SOMETHING LIKE THAT GOT OUT. WHY, THINK OF ALL THAT COULD BE ON THE LINE IF PEOPLE GOT REALLY SUSPICIOUS, IT COULD DAMAGE YOUR IMAGE IF WHAT YOU SAY ISN'T TRUE, AND MINE AS WELL SINCE I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GET INTO THE ROYAL GUARD," he places his hand on his cheek and leans in close, "AND WE WOULDN'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN WOULD WE?"

Even though Papyrus is speaking in a calming tone his sockets portray malice and deception, his handsome face combatting with his current attitude. Mettaton doesn't know what to think, is he telling the truth, was it all a dream? Or is he lying, and really tried to kill him last night? Papyrus kisses him on his forehead and lets go of him, walking towards the door with his signature smile on his face.

"But it would be nice if you could keep your hands off the human," he looks to the robot with a slight glare but it's quickly replaced with his usual bubbly attitude, "UNFORTUNATELY I MUST DEPART, METTATON, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MUST FIND THE HUMAN WHICH HAS SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS FOR THE MOMENT. TOOTLES METTATON, AND I HOPE WE MEET AGAIN." Now Mettaton is even more confused, but if there was one thing he's sure of is that he would never see the skeleton the same way again because of that 'dream'. Maybe he should tell someone. . .

He walks out of the room with a hop in his step, another puzzle solved, now he just has to find you. And now that the robot's out of the way he doesn't need to worry about anyone touching or stealing his Y/N away from him, even though he is yet to claim you as his, he's happy with what he just accomplished. But if push comes to shove and someone decides to put their hands on you well. . .let's just say they'll have a bad time.