You're arriving in Hotlands once again, courtesy of the Riverperson, and heading to MTT Resort. You're still thinking about Gaster and what he said as you enter the building but a sudden shriek of hyperness and the rapid thudding of booted feet interrupt your thoughts.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It's to your left but, before you can turn to see who it is, your body is jerked to the right and you fall on your back. More like pinned but whatever.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!! WHERE DID YOU GO??? YOU WEREN'T IN OUR ROOM AND I COULDN'T FIND YOU, YOU HAD ME SO WORRIED!!!!" Papyrus sobs, burying his face in your chest.

You smile softly and pat his head lovingly, apologizing to him when he looks to you. He forgives you and sits up but doesn't get off of you.

"Y/N, DO YOU HAVE ANY PLANS THIS EVENING BEFORE YOU GO TO KING ASGORE?" You shake your head, "SPLENDID!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD LIKE TO ASK IF YOU WOULD DO A DO-OVER DATE WITH ME." Your eyes widen in surprise but then you remember your original date was ruined by certain. . .things, "I AM CONFIDENT THAT YOU WILL DEFEAT ASGORE AND BREAK THE BARRIER BUT I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE A PRECAUTION IN CASE SOMETHING GOES WRONG." His face is a slight orange and he's making puppy dog eyes, even though he has no eyes he's so cute.

You smile and nod, of course you would go on a date again!!!

"SPLENDID!!! BE READY FOR 8PM SHARP," he stands and pulls you up with him, helping to dust you off as he continues, "NOW IM GOING TO GO HOME TO GET READY FOR OUR DATE, YOU STAY HERE AND USE OUR ROOM, I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT." He pecks you on your cheek and runs off, cackling loudly and disappearing soon after.

You're dazed, starstruck even, your soul always flutters wildly when he does stuff like that. You hold the cheek he kissed as you walk to your room, oblivious to the smirking gazes of the other monsters living in the hotel, when you get inside your room you glance at the clock.

4:55 PM.

You stare at the clock in disbelief, Papyrus set up a date for you that'll be in the next three hours??? What happened to having it in the next hour? You sigh hard thinking it'll be a waste of time (the three hour wait, not the actual date) but then you think he must have something planned for you and needs the extra time. Before you can ponder on what the surprise may or may not be you hear music, but not just any music, gameshow music.

Oh no.

The door bursts open, revealing a dark silhouette.

"Darling~" it was. . .him.

You stumble backwards as the figure comes into view, Mettaton's as shiny as when you first met him only now he has multiple shopping bags on his arms that are elongated now.

"Miss me?" He smirks.

*You ask him why he's here.

"Oh I'm just doing a favor for my No. 1 fan, can't I splurge my viewers every once in a while?" He winks at you but you are still confused as to why he's here, "Papyrus asked me to help you get ready for your date."

Oh. . .wait what? Wasn't he the one that wanted you for himself just a few days ago?

"Now Darling~" he throws the bags on the bed and stands with his hands on his hips, "stop dilly dallying and come over here so I can help you get dressed."

Get dressed? Oh no, you weren't about a (sex) robot touching you up. Your bod is for Papyrus only!

You shake your head and back up until you meet the wardrobe, he frowns slightly, he rummages through one of the bags and pulls out bright pink fabric.

"Don't FIGHT Darling, FIGHTing gets you nowhere." He says with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

For the whole time he's there he's trying to get clothes on and off you, almost stripping you naked several times, you dodge and run around the room from him whenever chance you get and he would proceed to chase you with a smile on his face. It isn't until you are out of breath that he stops chasing you. You hate being there, not because of Mettaton being there and not Papyrus (perse) but because you have to try on outfit after outfit after outfit. Most you don't even like! He tried to get you in a pink suit one time. Emphasis on 'tried'. Eventually you find an outfit that both of you liked, black dress pants with suspenders, white button down shirt, black dress shoes and a deep orange bow tie. You look spiff.

"Oh Darling you look so handsome," he tries to get your beanie off but you cling it to your head, he goes wide eyed for a second but then it turns into a fake hurt smile, "well how do you expect me to brush your hair? I need to get the knots out y'know."

You shake your head and tell him he doesn't need to brush your hair, he doesn't believe you. He chases with you again as he tries to get the hat away from you. Eventually he does and his reaction is predictable.

"Y-You're not h-human?" He says in disbelief.

His eyes are wide and his frame is shaking so hard you can hear the metal rattling, his eyes are filled with hurt and despair as he falls on his knees, sitting like an anime girl with their legs at a 90° from their body. It looks painful to say the least but he doesn't seem to be in pain. Your ears droop as you hear a sniffle from the robot, his hair falling before his face, you slowly step towards him so as to not startle him and kneel before him.

"How long?" He whispers, "how long has it been?"

*You tell him since you fell.

"Does anyone else know?"

You're about to say 'yes' but should you tell him? Toriel knows. Sans knows. Grillby knows. Riverperson knows. You're not even sure if Gaster knows. . .but he did know that Papyrus made Bugle for you when no one else did.

"How am I going to explain this to Blooky?" He whispers to himself, breaking you from your train of thought, "he'll be soulbroken. . ."

He hugs himself as clear fluid trickles down his cheeks, robots could cry? Who's Blooky?

"I-I promised h-him t-this would be the last and I c-can come home, I s-stay here f-for the sake of the m-monsters stuck down here, t-to give them h-hope but. . .I can't even keep my own cousin happy. . ."

He starts to sob more now, fat 'tears' pouring down his cheeks as his lips quivers, hiccuping breaths and sad wails leave him as he cries. You feel a pang hit your heart hard, who knew that your presence could cause such unwanted despair, turmoil. . .sadness. You start to question if you should've fallen in the first place, whatever your reason was. You force him to look at you as your held his cheeks and push his head up, his large eyes are filled with water and sadness, without thinking you just hug him, despite how he fought against you with weak arms, you just hug him. It seems you've been doing that a lot so why would you stop now? After a while you feel his arms wrap around you, loosely but you feel it, and you rub his back soothingly. He cries into you chest quietly as you pat his head as well, his body starts to go limp in your arms until he finally feels like dead weight. Confused, you shake him but he doesn't move, you push him up to look at you but his head falls limply, you let go of him and his body falls lifelessly on the ground.

You start to freak out.

Is he dead? Did you kill him? Why is he not moving? What happened? How did this happen? Questions like these and more race through your head as you pull at your hair and hyperventilate.

"Up here Darling." You almost scream hearing the new voice, eyes wide as you stare at the phantasmal figure in front of you. It looks similar to Napstablook but pink and its right eye is covered by hair(?).

"It's not polite to stare." It blushes. You snap out of your gaze, it's voice sounds so familiar but so unknown at the same time. . .who does it sound like?

*You ask if it was Mettaton.

"What gave it away?" He smirks slightly.

Holy stars it is Mettaton!!

*You ask him what happened.

"My body ran out of power most likely." He shrugs.

Then it hits you, you remember Napstablook talking about his cousin not coming home for a long while and Mettaton just talked about keeping a promise to 'Blooky'. You put two and two together and assume that 'Blooky' is Napstablook and Mettaton is his cousin. You start to feel even more guilty now. Was Napstablook's depression caused by Mettaton not coming home? You would've been the last human to kill then he could go home but you haven't died yet. . .

*You tell Mettaton you're sorry about keeping him away from his cousin but he should go to visit him soon.

"B-But I can't, not until I-"

*You deadpan and ask if he would really allow his own family to suffer in his absence while he's out trying to make everyone else happy, you tell him that even though he's doing a good thing and trying to keep the monsters happy they are going to be there whenever, family only comes once in a lifetime and shouldn't be taken lightly. You tell him that family is more important than anything else in the world and once you have it you shouldn't let it slip from your fingers.

By the end of your silent speech Mettaton is in a star gaze, his stubby arms are clasped together and his small smile turns into a large toothy one, you start to feel awkward under his stare as your eyes dart around the room.

"Oh Darling!" He lunges forward and hugs you to the best he could, his body almost fazes through your face, he's a very small ghost, "you are absolutely right, I shouldn't keep my Blooky waiting for me, I should be there with him!"

You smile happily.

"Oh, sorry about your shirt, Darling," you look down as he started to smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt, the almost dried tears disappearing under his touch. . .magically, "there, all better. Now you better go, Papyrus must be waiting."

You look at the clock and realize it's almost 8:00, Papyrus would be here soon.

*But you ask what would will Mettaton do now that he's not in his body.

"I'll charge it just enough to leave after you go, then I'll leave and Papyrus won't know I was here." He winks.

You nod and you two hug one more time before you stand up and walk out the door. You speed walk to the restaurant just after the receptionist's office and look inside, seeing Papyrus frantically waving at you, ushering you to come. You're surprised there isn't someone there to ask if you have a reservation or someone to stop you from randomly walking in like they do on the surface but you don't complain. When you get to the table Papyrus stands up and pulls out your chair, pushing you to the table when you sit down and sits in his chair on the other side. He's practically wearing what you're wearing but with a (f/c) tie and no suspenders, he didn't seem to notice the similarity. There's piano music playing softly in the background and it seems like no one else is there besides you two, everything's rather nostalgic and you can't help but notice.

"SO Y/N," Papyrus says, breaking you from your thoughts, "HOW ARE YOU TODAY?"

~One awesomely prepared Papyrus date later~

You stumble making Papyrus stumble as well as you two walk to your shared room, giggling and laughing for no apparent reason. Although you attempted to restrain yourself, all the drinks that could be served were alcoholic and even with the mildest of drinks you still feel buzzed, you didn't even have that many but somehow you're as drunk as a skunk. Papyrus on the other hand handled his liquor pretty well, he isn't even tipsy and is acting just fine. Or it could've been that your drinks were nonalcoholic but affected you as if they're weren't because you're a human and he's a monster. Either way you're no where near sober.

Papyrus unlocks the door and you stumble inside, staggering as you walk, shoulders slumped and eyes half lidded, Papyrus closes the door behind him. He chuckles seeing you randomly play with whatever you could get your hands on and mumbling things to yourself.

"IF I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE TO GET LIKE THIS I WOULD'VE ORDERED WATER FOR YOU." He jokes and you just look at him with a big smile, not really hearing what he just said.

He makes you sit on the bed and kneels down, untying your shoes as you tap some unknown rhythm on his skull. When he takes off your shoes he does the same to your socks, placing them in your shoes and putting those by the dresser, when he turns back to you your head is down and you're more quiet than usual, he raises an eye ridge at you as he leans in closer.

"ASLEEP ALREADY?" He whisper yells, "YOU'RE TIRED FASTER THAN SA-!"

You lunge forward suddenly and wrap your arms around his neck, falling backwards on the bed and dragging him with you, giggling as he struggles to get off of you but fails. Somehow in the squirm he more manages to get you lengthways on the bed than away from you entirely. You don't care though. Although he knows you're drunk, an orange blush falls hard on his face as you hug him harder, his face buried in your neck, but instead of being elated that your hugging him he starts to panic inside. The same urge he was feeling on your first date is back and intensified now that you're willingly letting him be so close to you. Even your scent is stronger now and it's taking every fibre in his body to hold himself back, from what exactly even he doesn't know but the future is unpredictable sometimes.

Unconsciously, he takes a whiff of your neck and he stiffens hearing you moan, thinking he did something wrong but you only hug him more. Cautiously, he continues smelling you, your sweet smell getting caught in his nose as his hands found their way to your hips, kneading your skin gently, you moan again and wrap your legs around his waist, he blushes even more as your scent intensifies and he's on the verge of letting go. A soft primal growl escapes him as he licks your neck, a hand trailing up your shirt and starts to unbutton it, pushing off the suspenders with the shirt when he's done. A sigh leaves you when you feel his teeth on your chest, grazing and nipping at your bare lean chest, his touches get more needy as your scent grows stronger and a new sensation forms in his gut, he had no idea why it's there but he doesn't bother thinking of an answer.

It's until he hears a disgruntled groan when he reaches for your pants that he stops, he finally realizes what he's doing and sits up quickly, effectively escaping your grasp around his neck and hips. His mind is in a panic as he stares at your mostly unconscious self. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, chest heaving deep breaths, transparent orange slime left in trails on your chest and stomach and a small smile on your face. He was about to do something dirty, he knew it, and he knew that you wouldn't be happy in the morning if he did do it, that it would ruin your friendship, that you would never speak to him again, that it's highly unacceptable and no one would want to be around him again.

His lively attitude completely diminishes as these thoughts circle in his mind, you shift and turn to your side, hugging the pillow as you hum in satisfaction. Papyrus then realizes that you're drunk, you won't be able to remember what happened and hopefully you never will. He gets off the bed and heads to the bathroom, a sense of dread but also relief washing over him. . .