Both Mettaton and Frisk trudged along the path, with Frisk taking large gulps of water every thirty seconds. The temprature was off the roof, and since Frisk was a human unlike the robot, she was sweating like crazy.

Mettaton rolled his eyes.

"It's not that hot, Frisk." He says in a dramatic tone.

Frisk looks at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! It's burning!" She exclaimed. She continued gobbling up the water.

Mettaton rolled his eyes again and chuckled.

Frisk kept drinking her water, looking warily down at the burning lava. She wondered, 'How was the snow in snowdin even possible? We're underground...'

She shouldn't be questioning things. They both continued walking down the stony path.

Suddenly, Mettaton started to talk. "H-Hey, uh, Frisk?"

Frisk turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"When you go back out in the surface... What would be the first thing that you would do?" He asked, his eyes looking distand and sad.

Frisk took a gulp of water before saying, "Hm... I guess I would help all of you adjust in the surface first. The Humans are already... Well, racist towards their own kind, and if you throw in another kind of species, I don't think it'll end well... But, I'll make it work." She says proudly.

Mettaton looks at her. He had a small smile on his face. "You know.. I always wanted to be a star." He said.

Frisk looked at him with an interested face.

Mettaton quietly chuckles. "The stage and spotlights always mesmerized me... Everything about fame, popularity, and adoration entranced me. I could have been one, but sadly... Since Asriel is ruling..." He closed his eyes and sighed.

Frisk gently pat his back. "I-It's okay. I'm sure that... You'll get your dream one day. I'll make it happen, I promise."

Mettaton looked at her. "Th-Thank you, Frisk."

Frisk gave him a small smile, but was thinking deeply.

"I should stop making
promises...."

A/N:

Dude... If anybody actully does FANART for this book...

I would literally scream...

Seriously...

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