A/N: 609? Six-hundred-and-nine reads!!! You people are absolutely freaking amazing. I can't even function right now. I would write more but I'm in class and have to put my phone away. Once again, thank you! Cookies for everyone 🍪 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

"So, what do I do again?" You asked for probably the third time in the past fifteen minutes.

"Say, five, four, three, two, and then point at me and start the camera. It couldn't hurt to do a little intro, as well," Mettaton instructed.

"Okay, five, four, three, two, and then point at you and press record, then I'll say, 'Presenting, the one, the only, the fabulous, GLITTERBOT!!!'" You shouted the last part playfully.

"It doesn't need to be that exactly, you can especially leave out the Glitterbot part," Mettaton advised.

"Sure thing, Glitterbot," you smirked evilly. You'd been calling him that for a little less than a week now.

"Okay, here we go," you announced, "Five, four, th-"

A phone rang, cutting off your words. You checked your own, to see that Toriel was calling.

"Hey, can you keep going on your own? I've gotta get this, it's Toriel. She probably needs to talk about Frisk.

"Of course, darling. I am a star after all!" Here he posed, making you roll your eyes and giggle.

You left the room and put the phone to your ear, hoping nothing bad had happened to Frisk.

King Asgore and (government leader) had come to an agreement that monsters would be able to live within the country. Since there were only a few thousand of them, there was room around the Barrier and Mt. Ebbott for the monsters to make their own communities. They would also be allowed to have the same benefits as humans have. So far, things were looking up for the race of monsters.

Since the monsters began to establish their own communities, Toriel had been watching Frisk after school. She'd only done it for the few days Frisk had gone to school after the plan was made, but it was still working well. Neither of you had to give up Frisk from your life, and that was what you needed to make you happy.

In addition, most of the monsters in your home moved out, so your house was much calmer and less crowded.

Of course, one robot decided that he was perfectly fine where he had parked his bedazzled bottom, and refused to leave. So now you were roommates with Mettaton. It wasn't all bad, just not ideal, per say.

It was kind of hard to deal with both a young child that required most of your attention, and a dramatic robot that demanded all of your attention.

"Hey, Tori. What's up?"

"Well, I just retrieved Frisk from school, and it appears that she is feeling quite under the weather. You wouldn't terribly mind if I brought her home to you, would you?"

"Of course not! You can bring her over right now, if you want," you replied, concern lacing through your voice.

"Alright. Goodbye, until then."

She hung up the phone, leaving you to your own devices. In preparation for Frisk, you pulled out a pair of her softest pajamas, made hot chocolate, and put her favorite show on the television. Toriel lived relatively close by, so she would be there in a few minutes.

As you walked past Mettaton's door, you heard him saying, "That's all for today, beauties and gentle-beauties! Toodles!"

Hoping that meant he was done recording, you poked the door open silently. You held out a "thumbs up" and he replied, "I'm done, darling."

"Okay. I just wanted to tell you that Frisk is sick and she's coming home early, so..." You trailed off, not entirely certain where you going with that particular thought.

"Oh my, I hope she isn't too sick," he lamented.

"I don't know," you glanced around the room from your place in the doorway, "This room is kind of dull, huh?"

You took in the neutral gray walls and plain beige carpeting. The bed was white and there was a small brown dresser in the corner that had been in your childhood bedroom. It made sense that the room was so plain, because it was only ever used as the guest room. But now that Mettaton was living here, it made sense to at least let him make it more like his room.

"It could use a touch of glamour. It's not nearly as fabulous as it should be," he agreed, distaste more than clear on his face.

You took one look at him and asked rhetorically, "It sucks, doesn't it?"

"ABSOLUTELY!" He exclaimed, even going so far as to place the back of his hand against his forehead and flop on the bed.

You managed five seconds of a straight face before you completely lost it, doubling over as loud laughs came from you, shaking your shoulders.

As you managed to calm down, you spoke, "Please, please tell me you were-" you made the mistake of glancing back to where Mettaton still lied, with his legs hanging over the side of the bed and his arm dramatically draped over his face.

"My goodness, Glitterbot. If that wasn't the most fake thing I've ever seen..." Your shallow breathing evened out as the wave of laughter subsided.

He opened his eyes and a coy smile was on his lips, "Maybe it was just a little over the top." He still didn't move to sit up.

You heard a rap on the door and turned.

"I guess you're going to stay like that all day. I'll go get Frisk," you sighed.

As soon as you opened the door, Frisk attached herself to your legs/waist(depending on your height).

"Hey, sweetie," you crooned, "You're sick, huh?"

You heard a muffled, "yes" and patted her head.

"Go ahead and drink some of that hot cocoa, okay?"

She slowly walked towards the kitchen, grimacing as if each step was painful.

"Thanks, Tori," you told the motherly monster in front of you.

"It really was nothing. I hope she feels better!" She replied.

"Mhmm. Bye."

"Farewell."

You closed the door and slumped against it for a moment before continuing to the living room.

You perched on the couch next to Frisk and put your hand on her forehead. It was warm, but nothing to cause much alarm.

"Alright, what hurts?" You asked her.

"My heart," she said, and flopped down onto her back.

"No, no, no, I will not have two versions of Mettaton in my house. Come on and sit up," you pulled her up to face you, "What happened? Was it about a boy?"

"No,"

"A girl? I won't judge," you offered.  

"Nuh-uh. It's just, the kids at school are being really mean," she sighed dejectedly.

You tensed at the thought of somebody bullying your little sister. You realized it wasn't ideal to have Frisk, who was nearly seven, repeat first grade- but it had to be done, nonetheless. She had missed most of the year last year, and was already registering a week late this year. Personally, you didn't understand what she could have learned in first grade that would've been integral to her education, but then again, you weren't a teacher.

"What are they saying, Frisky?" You asked with a gentle voice.

"They say that I'm dumb, and that I have no friends. And some kids say that I should've stayed lost on the field trip. I wanted to tell them to shut up, but that would be too mean," she was on the verge of tears.

"Hold on, don't cry just yet. What did you do when monsters tried to fight you?"

"I talked to them, and played with them, and then they liked me. Monsters are better than people."

As if to punctuate this statement, Mettaton waltzed down the stairs.

"Hello, sweetheart! And how are you feeling?" He placed himself next to Frisk. In the time he'd been living here, the robot was getting closer with the child.

"Really bad, nobody likes me anymore," she looked at her hands and wiped away a single salty tear.

You reached over and wrapped your arm around her, pulling her to you.

"Alright, c'mere. I'm going to tell you something important. It's rare that I'm going to say something serious that you need to remember always, but this is one of those times.

You are beautiful, and brave, and kind, and everything that a person would want in a friend. One thing you are not is dumb. If anyone tells you that, or tells you that you are anything less than what you are, don't listen. The only person you need to care about pleasing is yourself. If anyone isn't happy with you, who cares as long as you are?

There will always, always, always be people that are unkind. But for every one of those people, there are so many more that care about you. The entire monster population worships the ground you walk on! Even if they aren't all your age and even though they aren't human, they are your friends, too. And even if that fails, you still have so many people that love you. Those are the people you should care about, me and your family and everyone else that loves you unconditionally. Okay?"

She nodded, still upset yet slowly cheering, and hugged you back.

"Your sibling is right, sweetheart! You are absolutely fabulous, even if people say that you aren't. Even someone as wonderful as me has those that dislike me," Mettaton added in his vain yet somehow selfless way. You weren't sure how he managed to compliment himself in nearly every sentence, but he did anyway.

"Yeah, for example, I'm his number one hater. But does he care?" You joked.

"Wait, you are? Seriously? I do care about that, beautiful," he asked, downhearted.

It took a moment for you to realize that he was actually serious.

"Um, I was joking about that, Glitterbot, you knew that, right...?"

"I, um, I mean, of course I knew! How naive do you think I am, darling?" He placed the back of his hand against his mouth as false laughter played.

You weren't falling for it, but Frisk was the topic of conversation right now, and you didn't want to digress too far.

"Anyway, do you understand, Frisk?"

"Mhmm, thank you, (Y/N). You too, Mettaton," she smiled now, "Will you guys be here for me if no one likes me again?"

"Always," you replied, as Mettaton uttered the same word.

You weren't sure if you really cherished the though of him being in Frisk's, and consequently your own, life forever, but you didn't hate the idea either. It was rather comforting to know that he cared for Frisk, despite their initial... struggles.

"So, what now?" She asked.

"Now you do your homework," you poked her playfully, glad to see the innocent smile return to her face.

She nodded and scampered off.

"You really handled that well," Mettaton commented.

"Eh, it was nothing. But thanks. I'm still worried for her, though..." You trailed off, lost in horrible thoughts of what could happen to her if she became depressed at this age. You imagined horrible things that she could do to herself. It would be detrimental to herself and you if she were to do something like that out of desperation.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Mettaton assured you, looking into your eyes, "If she could survive me, and let's be honest- few have done that, she's strong enough for anything."

"But what if she's not strong enough for her own thoughts?"

He opened and closed his mouth, then walked away, leaving you with your worried heart.

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"Beautiful, come quick! Something horrible has happened!" The familiar recorded voice called you from your comfortable couch. You groaned at the thought of stopping (Favorite Show) to cater to Mettaton again, but his words soon registered.

Something horrible?! Had anything happened to him or Frisk?!

You rushed up the stairs, to where he was in his room, making an unpleasant gesture at your laptop.

"Um, the emergency... I don't see one," you skeptically noted.

"Quick, here, look!" He spoke almost with anguish and thrusted the laptop into your hands.

It was opened to the page with his YouTube channel, with two videos on it- one titled, "Mettaton!" and the other one being, "Cooking with a Killer Robot." The latter had far more views than the former, but together they only reached 30 total.

"I still don't-"

He pointed violently at the subscriber bar, "Look! How will I ever be able to-"

He continued rambling on, but you ignored his ranting. It was something about his struggle with becoming an idol.

You checked, and saw that his channel had five subscribers. None of this was new to you, in fact, you knew exactly who they were.

Coolskeleton95 was Papyrus, Napstablook22 was, well, Napstablook, Alphys had also subscribed, and (Y/U/N) was you. You were his first subscriber, and in an attempt to conceal that fact, you didn't tell him that it was you.

"Mettaton, fame doesn't come overnight. Being such a huge celebrity, you must have known this would happen," you told him, setting the laptop gently on the bed.

"But I became famous so quickly in the underground-- Humans are so much different," he sighed.

"How so?"

"I was the first television channel in the underground, so if you wanted entertainment, you had to watch me. Here, everyone wants to become a huge successful star- how is anyone supposed to compete with so much?"

"Well, at least you have something to expand upon- the monsters. Why don't you go to some of them and drum up some publicity. I bet they're all aching for your show."

"True, they'll love me so much that it'll be impossible for the humans to ignore!" He smiled and jumped up, strutting to the camera decisively.

"Perhaps we could film another video today?" He suggested.

"But Frisk-"

"Wonderful!"

He still had a horrible tendency to cut people off and assume that they would agree with him, but you'd learned to live with it. No matter how annoying he may be, he was still living in your house, and you were still friends.

Above all, he was your Glitterbot. And you could live with that.

Additional serious A/N: That whole speech that the reader gives to Frisk is true for anyone suffering from depression, too. You are all beautiful wonderful people. If you're struggling, don't hesitate to tell someone. There will always be people that want to keep you from seeing how amazing you truly are, and I know it's hard to ignore, especially when it's gotten to the point that you believe their lies, too. Someone cares, don't suffer alone.