"Looks like our plan failed before it even started." Carlos said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Sans groaned.

Their original plan was to use the CCTV and show it to the other judges to show them what Rika had planned, but apparently CCTVs didn't record sounds; they only took photos every few seconds.

"Whatever." Mettaton looked up from tying his ribbons. "I have another idea. Plan B is the new Plan A. After all, we already know their plan, right?"

-

The official auditions began. The dancers gathered in the rehearsal room were concentrating hard. Only (y/n) looked at ease, smiling and waving at her friends with her ankle wrapped. Sans' hoodie was wrapped snugly around her shoulders.

Suddenly the room fell silent; the six judges had entered and were heading for the long table at the front of the room. 

Kou Matsuoka stood up and began reading from a list of candidates.

The first three names to be called were The Beatles. Hisoka positioned himself in the middle of the room, waiting for the first few chords of the piano.

Hisoka's physical strength put a spring in his step when he leaped, but his form was rough. His routine was less than satisfactory.

Madara Uchiha leaned in to whisper into Viktor's ear, praising Hisoka. "What style, what powerful expression!"

Nikiforov smiled politely and nodded. Katsuki looked uncomfortable at the Uchiha so close to his boyfriend.

Thanks to the overly generous scores from Madara Uchiha, Rika Kim, and Toby Hirsch, the votes went in favor for the dancers from The Beatles.

However, the comments were anything but positive when it came time for the other dancers to perform. Every little imperfection became an offense to the purity of dance. Their votes heavily influenced the other judges, and out of the group of eight, Sans, Undyne and Carlos made it past the first round.

"Fuck!" Rei was cussing out Madara Uchiha at the front of the room. Her audition was beautiful, but the three crooked judges gave her low scores. As a result, she was eliminated from the competition. Her two friends were trying to calm her down.

"Rei should have passed." Papyrus sighed. "I thought her audition was beautiful."

Just then, Marcy's name was called.

"Marcy Meyers, please come forward!"

Marcy moved to the centre of the room, smiling shyly.

When the first notes of the piano echoed through the air, the moves she had practiced thousands of times took shape with grace and the look of effortlessness. She was undoubtedly the best at each sequence.

Madara looked stunned. He immediately began whispering into Nikiforov's ear. "This girl is immature. She might jump well, but-"

"Madara, shut up." Nikiforov hissed, not even glancing in the Uchiha's direction. Katsuki smirked at the Uchiha. The former ice skater didn't miss even a single one of Marcy's steps.

When Marcy finished, she bowed slightly. Applause burst out from the other competitors, and even Rei stopped sending glares at Madara to clap.

Even with the three dishonest judges' low scores, Marcy passed. She smiled as (y/n) knocked her over with a hug. "You were amazing, Marce!"

"Nice one, kiddo."

"Fabulous!"

"Almost as great as I!"

"You killed them, Marce." Carlos mumbled shyly, taking her hands. Marcy blushed and giggled softly. Sans put an arm around (y/n)'s shoulder.

"Carly is my OTP." (y/n) whispered. Alphys overheard and nodded in agreement.

Rika frowned at the scene and looked around for Hisoka, who was scowling in the corner. "Hisoka," said male looked up in confusion. When he saw who it was, he rolled his eyes. Rika ignored it and beckoned him to follow her. "I need to speak with you."