You watched as Alphys ran back and forth grabbing random tools, nails, paint, and even a toaster.

She finally paused to catch her breath.

You tilted your head. "Alphys? What're you doing?" You asked.

She put her hand on her chest, still trying to catch her breath. "M-Mettaton" she stuttered then huffed. "H-he fell off his stage" huff "a-and broke his jaw."

"Ouch!" You said, although you had to hold back laughter after the thought of Mettaton twerking, falling, then having a tantrum about his jaw.

Alphys nodded, then brought all her tools to a large table in the middle of the lab.

You picked up the toaster, which was quite large compared to Alphys, and helped her place it on the table. "The hell you need a toaster for?" You asked her.

She put some screw drivers on the table. "W-well, technically Mettaton's face...I-its made out of a toaster." She explained.

You nodded. "You gonna need any help?"

Alphys paused for a moment, then sighed. "Are you good with putting up with tantrums." She asked, bluntly.

You shrugged. "Never had to, but I guess I could."

Alphys put the last pieces of equipment on the table. "Well, M-Mettaton is most likely throwing a t-tantrum as we speak." She explained. "D-do you think you could calm him d-down? Or at lease a-act like you care?"

You chuckled. Alphys loved Mettaton as if he were her own son, but at times, she got annoyed by his overwhelming drama. You, on the other hand, had never actually met him.

"I guess I can try" you said. As if on cue, you heard a car pull up in the driveway.

Alphys scurried towards the door. "Th-that's Mettaton!" She said.

She then opened the door. You could see a long, pink, and sparkly limo. Then, you saw him.

He was extremely tall. He had silky, black, hair with pink highlights at the tips and a perfect amount of makeup on. You couldn't see the bottom part of his face due to the fact that he had a sparkly, pink scarf covering it.

You noticed he had tears running down his soft-looking face. Robots can cry? You thought. You assumed the tears were from throwing a tantrum, and didn't question it.

He ran towards Alphys and picked her up into a hug. "Alphys, darling, I'm so sorry! I fell and-" He looked through the door and saw you watching them.

He wiped some tears off of his face. "Alphys, darling, you didn't tell me you were alone!" He squealed, embarrassed. You forced down laughter.

How is he talking without a jaw...? You wondered. However, you waved at him and smiled politely, even though you really wanted to laugh your ass off.

He let go of Alphys and she took his hand. She guided him towards you and the table.

"M-Mettaton, this is (y/n)" she said, signaling her hand towards you. "Sh-she's been helping me around th-the lab while you've been gone!"

Mettaton stared at you for a moment. His eyes moved up and down you. You couldn't tell what expression he would have if he still had a jaw.

"A pleasure to meet you, darling." He greeted you, fancily, waving.

"Nice 'ta meet you too!" You said. He was much more polite then you'd expected.

You both just stared a each other for a few more seconds until Alphys finally spoke up. "M-Mettaton, get on the table. A-and take the scarf off." She said.

Mettaton turned to Alphys then glanced nervously at you.

Alphys rolled her eyes. "M-Mettaton, she won't judge y-you!" She said "B-besides, she's seen all y-your blueprints. She knows your whole b-body."

Mettaton groaned, then took the scarf off.

It was bad...

His jaw was completely hanging off of his face, only being held off by a single wire.

You and Alphys gasped when you saw the damage. Mettaton then groaned loudly, tears dripping down his robotic, pink, eyes. "I'm not beautiful anymooorrree" he cried out loudly.

Although it was funny, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was waaay different than what you imagined him. "Never judge a book by its cover" different.

You gave him a sympathetic smile. "It's not that bad!" You lied. It was that bad. "Alphys can fix it, easily!"

You glanced at Alphys. She looked worried. She glanced up at you, then at Mettaton. "I-I can fix it...b-but...it may take a few-"

"Minutes?" Mettaton finished hopefully. Alphys shook her head. "Hours?" He asked. Once again, she shook her head. "A day???" She shook her head.

She looked down at the floor. "P-probably a week or two...." she said, then nervously chuckled.

At that moment, you heard an ear piercing, yet deep scream, and Mettaton lay motionless on the table. He passed out.

This...was going to be an eventful week....