Before this chapter begins, I have to talk a little. Exactly one month and ten days ago, I posted the first part of this story. When I began it, the ideas I had for this story were so vague that I was practically pulling random shit from whatever my first thought was. Now I stand today with my story at 4K, and I can't be happier.

I've never felt confident in many of my works. Whether it's drawing, writing or really any kind of performance, I've always looked at it as something inferior to someone, anyone, else. I am so honored that my story has received such praise.
Each view...
Each vote...
Each comment...
I cherish each one dearly. I've seen some nasty parts of this fandom, I'm just happy I can belong to such a positive branch of it. Please, be the wonderful readers you are to every author you read from. This world needs more kind people, and I honestly think some of them read this story.

Keep being amazing, that's the best thing you can do.
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You woke with a pounding heart and panic running your body. G!Sans still slept next to you but warmth pierced the room as artificial morning. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and quickly darted to your feet. You didn't notice how G!Sans's gaze followed you out. Not the heavy sleeper huh?

You took a random coat from the rack next to the door and swung the door open, walking briskly through the snow. You wanted to get away. Everything was crumbling around you. Your vision seemed only a function as you walked aimlessly. All your focus was on deciphering the message.

What does that mean? Is it not possible to live in both universe?! It has to be!

Heat swelled around you but you were numb to it. What you weren't numb to was walking headfirst into a fabulous, pink-themed robot. You fell backwards with a hushed cry, suddenly ripped from the depths of your thought. You looked up to see a familiar face looking down at you. He smiled widely and pulling you back to your feet easily.

"(Y/N)! Just the one I was looking for!" He chirped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away. "Come on little missy, we have to talk!"

"What?!" You gasped, hesitant against him.

Mettaton stopped and looked back at you. His eyes were pleading and bare. "I want to apologize for my previous behavior. I have two different objective in two very different ways. You must understand if I bent to the role of one of my fate."

Your lips fell quiet and you looked at the ground for a moment. "Two objectives... two roles..." You said quietly.

Your heart leapt as you looked at Mettaton. "Hey Mettaton!" You said hopefully. "Can I talk to you about something kinda... personal?"

His eyes lit up and he reframed from squealing. "YES DARLING!" He bellowed, taking your wrist and racing towards what you assumed to be MTT resort. "Oh this will be fun!"

In what seemed like seconds you were at the resort, dangling behind him as he ran. A door snapped behind you and you were in a pink dressing room. A large vanity was lit up against a wall and racks upon racks of outfits were scattered around the room. Mettaton plopped you into a high vanity chair and stood behind you.

"Um, Mettaton? What are you doing?" You asked.

"Why, we're going to talk darling! But what's the use of wasting time? I figured I'd give you a Mettaton original makeover!" He cheered.

You turned and looked at Mettaton, unsure. "This is private right? There aren't any cameras in here?"

Mettaton's face dropped as he looked at you. "Darling, I hold very few things sacred. My show, my Papyrus and my makeovers are three of the most important things to me. I wouldn't never break the oath of secrecy when performing a makeover."

You smiled and nodded. "Thanks Ton-Ton."

Mettaton paused a moment and looked at you. "Ton-Ton?" He asked.

You smiled. "I'll explain it as we go."

As you explained your tale to Mettaton, he worked to wash and prep you for beautifying. He listened closely and commented when needed, just the kind of listening you needed. You sighed as you summed up the story.

"And the thing is Ton-Ton, the Sans back home already gave me the call. They think they've found a way to come get me, but it's only sustainable for one trip here and back. I wouldn't be able to come back, and that's the issue. Not only do I want to stay here, but I'm needed here. Since I've been here I've caused so many problems. I can't leave and just let them stay like that! But even when I've set the Underground free, there's still gonna be conflict. I could be gone from my home dimension for years but I'm needed there too! The last of my family is there, my projects, my entire past. I'm needed in two different universes and I can't go between. But I don't want to pick. I... I just don't know what to do. What do you think?" You asked finally, defeat in your tone.

Mettaton stood back and put his thumb under you chin, moving your face around. "Well, you've got quite the plateful." He mused. "I'm not sure what to say." He confessed.

"Well what do you do?" You asked, exasperated.

He looked you in the eye and furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, like you said. You live on two objectives. One half of you is a murderous robot bent on the harvest of human souls for the king. The other half is what your soul desires, to be a star of the Underground. How did you decide?"

Mettaton waited a moment, then chuckled. "(Y/N), I never decided." He confessed.

You froze, looking at Mettaton. "You didn't."

"No darling! You see, I still have programming to set the underground free. But because I was able to find my heart in my passion, I found following my heart was the best. Now look at me, fulfilling both objectives. I'm the biggest star in the Underground and we're still well on our way to our freedom. I guess I could say by following  my heart, I met all my missions."

Though still a tad confused, you nodded. "Do you think that would work for me? I value my homes too much to let either one go."

Mettaton smiled. "I trust you'll make the right decision." He cooed.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around Mettaton. "Thanks Ton-Ton."

You started to get up but Mettaton pushed you back down. "Where do you think your going?" He cried.

"Um, home?"

He shook his head dramatically. "Oh dear, I'm not even CLOSE to done with you." He said in a tone that was both funny but still threatening.

Before you could be move, he assaulted you with an array of powders, creams, brushes and tools.
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"Okay (Y/N)! I'm done. Now on to wardrobe and hair!" Mettaton chirped.

You groaned and looked at the clock. For the past two hours Mettaton was beautifying you, playing with different looks but never showing you what it looked like. You still didn't know what you looked like, you "weren't aloud to see until I was done."

Mettaton dove into one of the racks and shuffled a few hangers around. Gasping with joy, he removed a dress within a bag. "This will do beautifully!"

"Um Mettaton?! Is this really that necessary? I mean, it's just a makeover, right? Why get all dolled up for nothing?" You asked nervously.

"We're not dolling you up for nothing! We're dolling you up so your pretty face is getting the attention it deserves!"

"By covering it up with makeup?" You teased.

"Beauty is weird isn't it."

He shoved the dress into your arms and pointed to one of the dressing panel things. "Change into the dress please." He instructed giddily.

"I don't know Mettaton. I'm not a very dressy person and-"

"Nonsense dear! You've got the curves of a goddess! Now let's show them off."

You grumbled to yourself as you regrettably changed. "Let's just get this over with, then I can get home and wash this off."

You stepped behind the panels and took the dress from the bag. Surprisingly, it was a simple black dress. The arm cut off at the elbow and hugged your body comfortably. The end of the dress stopped just above your knee and the back of the dress
was similar to a razorback except with larger straps.

"I'm lucky I shaved my legs." You muttered, slipping into the dress.

It was a bit loose in the hip region but Mettaton fixed it by applying a (F/C) belt around your waist to define it. Mettaton faked a fainted upon seeking you in the dress. He pressed you back into the chair and smiled. "Now for hair!" He cheered.

"No cutting!" You calling, looking after him warningly.

He glanced at the scissors in his hand and huffed. "Oh fine."

He moved around you with a hairdryer, combs and bobby-pins another half-hour before setting everything down. A few sprits of Cherry Blossom perfume and you were free to stand.

Mettaton covered your eyes and led you to a full length mirror. He counted down then removed his hands. Your eyes opened to the mirror and you gasped. Immediately denial crossed your mind, then surprise.

"That's actually me?" You said in a hushed tone.

"I don't see why you're surprised darling! You've always been this beautiful." Mettaton reassured. "Oh the crowd will love this."

Mettaton handed you a pair of shoes then grabbed your wrist once again. Anticipating fate, you braced yourself before before Mettaton pulled you threw the halls. People gasped around you as you were dragged, making you want to hide. You buried your face into Mettaton back and waited until we stopped. He released your wrist and turned towards you.

"Ok (Y/N), stay here. When I say your name, just walk towards me. Don't worry about anything."

"Mettaton? What's happening?" You asked.

You weren't upset, but your were confused. It was too late however. Mettaton turned strut away, a light focusing on him. "HELLO BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES~" He bellowed.

A wave of applause broke the air and your eyes widened. "Oh no he didn't..."

"Oh do we have a show for you all tonight. May I please get a warm welcome for today's subject, (Y/N) (L/N)!"

"That stupid singing calculator." You growled. Sighing, you pasted on a small smile and folded your hands in front of you. Keeping your face partially hidden, you walked on to the stage, met with thunderous applause.

Let's get this over with.