A/N: Sorry it took a long time guys! Thank you so much for 360 reads!!! It only had two chapters and it already got that many. You people must really want the robot... But then again, don't we all? Hope you like it, even though it's pretty short(compared to the rest of the story.) I'll be here hyperventilating because of the reads.  (The pic is that Mettaton shirt that I told you about.)

A shrill voice startled you out of your peaceful sleep. You sat up, wearily rubbing your eyes. Who did you know that spoke like that? Certainly not Frisk, or your father.

You opened the door to a roomful of chatting monsters. Oh, right. The barrier broke last night, and now all these monsters are here, in your house.

Slowly, your foggy memory returned. You shut the door behind you and took a glance around. You weren't exactly used to hosting, so you tried to make some sort of appropriate greeting.

"Um, good morning. Everybody sleep well?" You asked.

A general agreement spread across the group of six monsters. You looked around the kitchen and living room and noticed some of the party was missing. "Do you know where Alphys went?" you inquired.

"Alphys went to get Mettaton's charger. She left it in her lab," Undyne replied from the kitchen.

"Okay, thanks," you went to walk away but turned back, "Undyne, why are you in the kitchen?"

"I'm teaching Papyrus how to make pancakes! He needs to know how to cook more than just spaghetti if he's going to be a chef."

"Yes! If I can't be the greatest Royal Guardsman, I have to be the greatest artisan chef instead! Nyeh heh heh!"

"Alright then. As long as you don't go above medium heat," You reminded them. You were about to climb the stairs to retrieve Frisk when Toriel stopped you.

"Er, (Y/N), I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment," she said.

"Oh,yeah. Of course. What's up?" You took in how hesitantly she had spoken, and her solemn yet hopeful features.

"Well, you are aware of how I cared for Frisk when she first fell underground. I love her as if she was my own child. And I asked her, when we first came to the surface, if she would like to stay with me now."

"And..." you prompted. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach, similar to a feeling you have when you know that you're about to fall.

"She said that she would like to be with me now" Toriel spoke these words tentatively, as if by saying it she knew that she would hurt you. Your surprise must've shown on your face, and you didn't speak for several moments. Frisk, your darling little sister, didn't want to stay with you. She wanted to go and live with a monster that she just met. You didn't want to believe it- that she loved this goat more than you or her father.

After calming yourself from the initial shock, you remembered that Frisk might not have known she would see you again. Maybe now she wanted to stay. Yes, she had to want to stay now.

Renewed with confidence from this you told Toriel, "Well, I want to ask her myself to make sure. Besides, we don't even know what will happen to monsters, or how they will integrate with humans on the surface. I can't promise you anything until I'm absolutely sure."

"Oh, yes. Naturally. I'll let you go wake her now." Toriel walked away, looking as if she felt she'd been beaten. You felt a momentary twinge of guilt, but it soon passed. Either way, you would let her still see Frisk. After all, Frisk did call her "mom" earlier. You couldn't cut off all communication. That'd be pretty messed up of you. 

You had reached the top of the stairs and cracked her bedroom door open. She was still fast asleep, her brown locks falling into her face and her blanket clutched tightly to her chest. You walked up to her and gently nudged her awake.

"Frisk, it's time to wake up. All of your friends downstairs are waiting for you," you whispered. Sleep persisted, so you decided to go with a different tactic. Lightly, you placed a hand on her side and wiggled your fingers around. She woke and giggled.

"(Y/N), stop! That tickles!" You continued, as she only laughed more and rolled onto her back, sitting up. She wrapped her arms around her sides to keep you from touching her,

"Nope nope nope!"

You laughed and moved back so Frisk could get out of bed. She excitedly ran down the stairs, and you walked behind her.

"Hey guys!" she exclaimed and sat on the couch, bouncing up and down."

"Hey, kiddo," Sans smiled at her.

"Good morning, my child," Toriel said.

Frisk was soon bored with sitting down, and walked up to Papyrus and Undyne, who were still cooking. "Can I help?" she asked hopefully. Papyrus moved to the side to let her squeeze in between Undyne and himself.

You sat down on the couch and turned the television on to some news channel. It mainly served as background noise to the pleasant chatter of the house. You weren't really paying attention to it. It was still talking about traffic and the weather, anyway. 

You weren't speaking for long when Undyne called, "Breakfast is ready, punks!" As you walked over to the kitchen to set the table, you let out a silent prayer of thanks that the kitchen was still intact.

Everyone was gathering around the table when you heard a knock on the door. You stood up to open it and saw Alphys standing on the front stoop, holding a cord that looked like a laptop  charger. You smiled at the small yellow lizard and moved aside to let her in. You pointed her to the nearest electrical outlet and told her that there were pancakes for breakfast, when she was ready.

A moment after she joined the table, pleasant conversation ensued.
You spoke about life underground and aboveground, but only things of little importance. You didn't want to ask serious questions and ruin the friendly atmosphere by getting into deep topics.

You were almost done when Papyrus said, "Human." Both Frisk and yourself looked up at this. "Oh, right. Human (Y/N)," he clarified, "You did say that we would drive today, didn't you?"

You began to respond while lifting your glass of [F/D (Favorite drink)], "Oh-"

"Oh, yes!"

You involuntarily choked on a gulp of (F/D). After recovering you questioned, "What in the name of all that is good and holy was that?!"

"That was me, powering up," A familiar voice from behind you said. You turned round in your seat to look at the robot who was apparently turned on now. No, wait. That sounds way too wrong, you thought to yourself, He's powered on, not turned on. Well, it does sound... okay, no. Time to get your head out of the gutter and stop thinking about robot moans. 

After your inward conversation, you turned to Alphys and gave her a look that was meant to convey, 'What the hell?'

She shrugged awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck and explained, "I-I don't really know w-why myself. I th-thought -I mean, it seemed like a good, um, I-I guess I g-got a little c-carried away while I was programming h-him." This was followed up by a nervous chuckle that she abandoned after the first, 'heh.'

You looked around, "Um, okay then...?"

"You know, I think I could prevent myself from doing it if you want me to," Mettaton offered.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, I'd really prefer it if you don't mo- say that every time you power on," your gaze was drawn to the television, "Especially if you're going to be stuck here for a while."

You walked up to the T.V. and turned up the volume. The headline on the bottom was what caught your attention: MONSTERS ESCAPE TO SURFACE, UNCERTAIN FUTURE.

  "-interaction seem to be peaceful, as the monsters have been a source of such mystery. At the moment, they appear to be celebrities above all else. However, the issue of housing and work cannot be ignored. The monsters' king -King Asgore- is discussing with the nation's leaders the best way to go about solving these issues. It is possible that monsters will need to return to the Underground until these problems are sorted, unless they have someone willing to house them."

The rest of what the news anchor said was lost on you. You looked at the shocked faces of the monsters around the room.

  "Oh, my. And after all that Frisk went through to get us here..." Toriel lamented.

"I'll never be able to be the humans' star," added Mettaton.

You looked at Frisk. She sniffled and when she glanced up her eyes were watering.

"It's okay, Frisk. You did your best," Napstablook said softly, in an attempt to comfort her.

It did no good, however, and Frisk openly cried now. You approached her and saw the sadness in her eyes. You knelt on the ground and wrapped your arms around her small body. You could feel her shake softly with each little sob.

"I'm sorry, I only made it worse, didn't I?" Napstablook asked, rhetorically.

"No, it's okay, Napsta," Frisk consoled through her tears, "I just, I said I would be the ambassador, and I can't even help!" Her words dissolved into cries as she grasped you.

"No human, do not cry! You're going to make me cry, too!" Papyrus shouted. Great, now the whole house would erupt into tears. Even Napstablook was getting teary-eyed.

Before complete chaos could ensue, you decided to suggest that you take Papyrus for that drive you owed him. And even better, why don't you take him to the mall and bring Frisk along for good measure.

Papyrus loved the idea, as did Frisk, who's face immediately brightened. It seemed as if it was all set, but Mettaton had to speak up and say, "Oh, I would absolutely love to go! After all, my taste in fashion is impeccable."

"Mettaton," you wanted to say that you probably wouldn't really shop and had no intention of actually buying anything, but you didn't want to upset Papyrus or Frisk, "I think you should-"
                   
"Fabulous, darling! I think I should, too. Well, let's get going," he cut you off.

Part of you wanted to tell him off for his assumption, and the other part wanted to laugh because he was one of those guys and you'd be living with him for however long it would take. He was even about to walk out the door at this moment, his exuberance almost matching that of Papyrus.    

"Guys? Frisk and I are still in our pajamas. Let us get dressed first, okay?" You walked into your room and locked the door behind you. You put on your favorite band t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You somewhat did your hair and walked out.

After seeing the others on the couch, you felt guilty for leaving them behind. "You're okay with me leaving for a bit, right? I really wish I didn't have to leave you behind but-"
                   
"Nah, kid. I know how to get around. I'll take 'em all through a shortcut," Sans assured you.

"How?" You asked.

"I have my ways," he told you.

"Okay, just don't do anything illegal. We'll be at the north entrance," you said, still a bit skeptical of how he would go about getting there.

"Sure."

"U-um (Y/N), could you make sure Mettaton doesn't overheat?" Alphys requested.

"Why would he?" You were fairly confused.

"W-well, last time h-he was in the car, he, um, came p-pretty close. A-and if he d-does, his body will f-force a shut-down."

"Alphys, darling, you are aware that I'm standing right here," Mettaton complained.

"Yes, I-I am. You need t-to remember th-this," she said sternly, as if she was his mother. You supposed that she was, in a way.

"I'll be fine," he insisted.

Alphys snuck you a sly glance, and you responded with a practically imperceptible nod.  Frisk sauntered down the stairs and said, "Let's go!" soon afterwards. With a quick wave to the others, you stepped outside.

Papyrus instantly tried to open the passenger side door, at which you chuckled and reminded him the car needed to be unlocked first. Once everyone was in, you looked at Mettaton in the rear view mirror and told him, "I'm watching you, sparky. You'd better not overheat." You pulled out of the driveway.

"Sparky?"

"I dunno, you're a robot, so you run on electricity. Sparky."

"Please don't call me that, dear."

"Okay, what about legs?"

"Legs! Where are you getting these names?!"

"So what would you prefer? Mettaton the Magnificent? Oh, what about Glitterbot?"

"Mettaton will do just fine, thank you. Although flattering, I prefer to be called by my real name. If you really want to give me a nickname, I suppose you could call me Metta, or Mett. But definitely not 'Sparky' or 'Glitterbot.'"

"Aw man, I really liked that one! Are you sure I can't call you Glitterbot?" You faux complained.

"Please don't. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to call you something like that! And if someone heard you-"

You could tell he was really bothered by your attempts to give him a nickname so you gave in, "Okay, okay. I won't call you Glitterbot."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He replied with a recorded sigh of relief.

"Now, anyway," you said quietly.

"I heard that!"

"You were supposed to. Hey, calm yourself a bit, I can hear your fan from up here." It actually spun after you said this. Now you were willing to bet money that he blushed with that fan.

"Beautiful, can you please stop talking about that. It's quite embarrassing.

"Fine, we're here already, anyway." You told him.

You could see the slow realization dawn on his face as what you did became clear. You replied with a snarky smirk. He pouted in return.

"You were messing with me the whole time!" He stated when you all were out of the car.

You raised your hand jokingly, "Guilty! I won't deny it. I'm actually proud of myself."

You reached the door and he held it open for you. As you walked past he followed you and demanded, "Why would you do that? Do you like to argue with me?"

"No, I don't. I was just trying to keep you distracted from the fact that we were driving. By the way, how'd you like it, Papyrus?" You turned your attention to the tall skeleton.

"It was even better than I had hoped! But, could I please drive next time?" He asked.

"I think you'd need a license first." You looked ahead  of you and saw Toriel, Sans, Undyne, and Alphys.

"Hey guys. You sure ended up here quickly," you greeted them.

"I told you I knew a shortcut," Sans told you.

"I didn't think that it would be that short. Where's Napstablook?"

"I-I'm right here," Napstablook whispered as he phased into view.

You pretended not to notice the stares you got as you walked around the mall with seven monsters. People weren't exactly subtle with their wonder.

You ignored whispers and backwards glances. Mothers and fathers hastily scolded pointing children that voiced their amazement too loudly. Clerks gave you strange looks, but shrugged because they needed business.

As you were trying to leave the mall, a teenage boy with a phone in his hand ran up to you.

"Oh my gosh, guys, look at this! I just ran into a whole bunch of monsters," he shouted at his phone. You saw that it was recording.

Your hands flew up to cover your face, "Sorry, I do not show myself on the Internet, could you just edit this out if you're uploading this?"

"Sure, no problem. Just let me get a shot of these guys."

He took a picture and walked away, exclaiming 'holy crap' into his camera again.

"What was that about?" pondered Toriel.

"Probably filming a video for YouTube, or something," you told her.

"You Tube?"

"It's like a website where people put videos that they make. Some of them have like millions of subscribers."

"So, it's like the Undernet? You can get famous on it?" Mettaton asked, with a scheming intonation to his voice.

"Yeah," you confirmed, "You know what, I'll set you up. Just in case you're interested."

His eye gleamed with childlike joy and he nodded in agreement, obviously restraining his enthusiasm.

Yep, he was definitely interested. Why did you have to be so nice? You didn't have time for this.

Looking at Mettaton you realized why.

You want to help him reach his dreams, so he didn't have to suffer with the pain of having them crushed. You knew the feeling.

Or maybe you were just being nice.

Yeah, probably that last thing.