"How can I get that skeleton off my back?" Mettaton starts pacing amongst his fluffy pink living room. "He somehow is always watching us! Even though he's never in the room. Or, maybe he is in the room. Does he have a cloaking ability? He is quite mysterious, that's for sure. And Frisk is another problem. Always right there when I don't need them there. Like that day on (Y/N)'s porch! I was happily admiring their sleeping grace until Frisk shooed me away! "He kicks the lamp and takes a deep breath. "I guess we'll have to go to plan B. Though it much more, boring..."

Frisk agitatedly pulls you through Waterfall.
"Frisk?"
They stop to look at you.
"Do you think he was trying to woohoo or just make out or..."
They look at you with confusion. "woohoo?"
"Yeah, you know, oowee oowee."
They are still confused.
"Doing the diddly doo..."
They shake their head, utterly confused.
"I just realized I'm talking to a 10 year old and almost ruined their innocence... I'm very sorry."
"Mettaton screwed your head up." Frisk begins to pull you through Waterfall. Taking your battles. Getting hurt. Healing. Getting hurt again. Healing. Buying stuff from the turtle guy. Getting hurt. This repeated for a while. And the more it happened the more useless you felt. Eventually the fighting would stop after sparing the monster. Soon water became snow. And humidity became frigid cold. The dress/suit you were in did not help with cold. Not letting go of Frisks' hand. It seemed that by the time you had arrived home. Frisk had become distant and upset. Every attempt you made to lighten up the situation just became ignored. Frisk lead you into your home, sat down on the couch and became lost in thought.
"Frisk?"
No response.
"I'm going to go to take a shower and go to sleep..."
They glanced at you. Their eyes were filled with sadness and regret. You wanted to talk to them but you felt like you couldn't do anything about it.
(Been stuck on this part for countless days. Its why this chapter took so long)
After your shower you went to your room to get dressed. You heard a knock on the door. The door opens and you assumed Frisk went to answer it. You listen cautiously.
"Where are they..?"
The voice was low.
"Why are they in the shower?"
Serious.
"Yeah I guess that makes sense."
Determined.
"I need to speak to them as soon as possible."
You grew nervous and got dressed quickly. You opened the door cautiously and peeked your head out.
"sup"
You screamed and flew backwards. He was standing right in front of the door. His face was inches away from yours. It was the smaller skeleton dude.
"oh good. you're done getting dressed. we need to talk."
He walks into your room and locks the door behind him.
You laid there on the floor, scared to death.
"Is this, Is this about, about metta- mettaton?"
"yup."
"So he, so he got a little, a little, a little pushy. There's nothing wrong with that.
"why do you love Mettaton?"
"What?"
"why do you love him?"
...
"you don't know the danger you're in kid. Mettaton has a, a dark side. you don't know what he's done. how damaged his lovers leave him. how many of them i've saved from his grasp. he's dangerous. he's got no sanity left in him. that person you see on t.v. the one kissing babies and baking cakes and donating to charity is not Mettaton. Mettaton is a cold hearted psychopath. he has no mercy for the people he gets under him. he'll lure you in with dates and fancy things. expensive dresses/suits. trick your eyes into seeing a beautiful Disney castle when the only thing there is a dungeon. listen to me kiddo. i've seen it. don't go talking to him again."
The smaller skeleton unlocks the door and leaves the room. You're still laying there, on the floor, scared for your life.

Knowing that the smaller skeleton must be lying fills you with determination.