¨W-wait!!!¨ I shout, breaking my state of hypnotism. Mettaton seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst. Realizing what I just did, I immediately felt unsure about what I should say. I didn't want to fight Mettaton, even if he is a pain in my glutes. But, I couldn't just give up just in the name of pacifism. I needed a plan. Some type of contest that is not too much of a challenge for me but that would make it seem believable. Without even thinking, I began to negotiate.

¨Y-you can't just fight me! You have the upper-hand and I, obviously, have no chance against you. Why not another idea for entertainment?¨ I suggested, my heart thumping through the loose beige sweater. I watched his expression, nervously, as he thought about my request. There are three outcomes may occur: 1. He will decline and I will have to fight him, 2. He agrees and I get my butt-kicked by a be-dazzled robot, or 3. He agrees and I win. Right now, I am most certain the third option will happen but never say never, I guess. Especially when it is in the hands of a flamboyant, attention-seeking robot-monster.

¨Maybe, depends on what you have in mind?~¨ he asks, moving a strand of hair from his only visible eye. I smile brightly.

¨How about who can catch the audience's attention the most? If I win, you have to let me through Asgore's castle.¨

¨And, if I win (which is most likely), I get to kill you and take your soul to the barrier.¨ he proclaims, holding his white-gloved hand out for an affirmative handshake. With no thought into what I was getting myself into, I take his hand. ¨Deal.¨ I was determined to win this thing, fair and square. Letting go of my hand, he faces a camera that was behind me and pulls my shoulder towards him; smiling brightly.

¨You've heard it right, folks! We will be having a contest, not a fight, for now. This will CERTAINLY have real drama, real action and (most likely) REAL BLOODSHED!!!! Tune in to see how this goes after the break, beauties!¨ At that, the spotlights turned off and I could see the camera crew rushing to set-up the setting. They were in a hurry since commercials don't last too long. Then, he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me to a random direction. ¨W-where are we going?!¨ I shouted through the bustling stage. He didn't seem to hear me as we zig-zagged our away around the anxious crowd. Demands were shouted from one end of the room to the next; making it extremely hard to concentrate on one single thing. Then, my phone started to buzz in my pocket and I picked it up to hear Alphys.

¨W-what are you d-d-doing?!!¨ she screamed, making me wince at the volume. God, she was louder than the crew! Recovering from that temporary loss of hearing, I responded to her question. ¨Alphys, we both know I don't stand a chance against Mettaton in combat. This will, not only give me a chance at winning, but it may get me some time to determine my strategy when I have no other choice!¨

¨B-but..........he's good at EVERYTHING!!! Especially since you didn't specify what contest it is!¨

¨Don't worry. If worse comes to worst, you can let Undyne intervene. Just trust me.¨ I said and hung up the phone. Stuffing it in my pocket, I caught a glance at a door with 'Human' placed on it.

¨Now, I need you dressed and looking fabulous in ten minutes. I picked out what you're going to where.¨ he explains, pushing me into the open dressing room and closing the door behind me. I whipped my head around the room to find my outfit, which laid, neatly, on the desk. (*Sorry, Polyvore got shut down so just imagine an outfit similar to Mettaton's) It was like he was trying to make me a minion! I sighed and fixed up my hair, putting it up in a decent bun. I only put little foundation to cover up the scar from my first fight. I stared at myself and didn't recognize myself for a second.

Of course, I looked a lot skinnier from all of the running and my hair is straight compared to my bouncy waves before. But, that's not what surprises me. It's how far I got, that astonishes me.

Realistically, I thought I would have died sooner than expected. I wasn't a star athlete or very street smart back home. I preferred staying at home and reading or, if I am feeling dangerous, I would sneak to Naomi's home just for memorys sake. I could have pushed myself to becoming an athlete but I was never interested in sweating for fun. The only reason I would EVER sweat is to keep myself at average weight or to run for my life. Hence, now.

And, yes, I could just learn about how to be 'street smart'. It would be helpful for situations like never trusting a talking flower. But, I didn't think I would need this until now. While thinking to myself, I started pulling on the extremely tight leather pants before putting anything else on. It was strange how I have, with a lack of proper training, could make it this close to Asgore! I mean, I'm just an 18 year-old girl that has only determination and, maybe, more endurance!!!

After pulling up those pants, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and posed. To be honest, I look pretty good in leather. It was like I was born to wear leather! Each curve, from waist to calves, were shown in these pants. I turned to the rest of the outfit and hastily put them on. The dress showed my waist, perfectly, and flowed in the right places. The belt was a nice touch, I thought admittedly. The shoes balanced well with the rest of the outfit and I felt extremely sexy like this. I shook my head. I need not distract myself.

As if on time, Mettaton bursts in here and nods his head approvingly.

¨Oh yes, that will do nicely. Now, we must not keep them waiting!~ The show must go on!¨ he announced, dragging me out of the dressing room and to where the stage is set. I could hear the voices of monsters, mumbling in excitement. They seemed to cheer for Mettaton as the lights darkened. I could see the outline and pink of the robot. It was hard to miss. I turned towards him and offered my hand.

¨May the best win.¨ I say, giving him a small smile. As much as I dislike him, the least I could do is be fair. He scoffs and smirks at me. At that, he takes my hand in a tight grip. I wince and whimper in pain. Through his long black bang, I could see a faint pink glow emit from the curtains known as his hair.

¨As much as I appreciate a fair loser, you need not forget that I WILL make your death as painful as possible. Challenging me is not as smart as Alphys claims you to be. So, if you do have that smarts, I suggest you give me your soul. Here. And Now.¨ Okay, I'm gonna have to remark. He is just too arrogant to even wish me well! I glare at him and whispered to him harshly before the curtains were raised.

¨I'll never give my soul to you. I would but I am trying to save everyone. So, report that, you jerk!¨ Man, did he look angry when I said that! Doesn't matter though.

Me: 1

Mettaton: 0