"are we all good with the plan?"

Frisk and I nodded. This plan would surely work. There wasn't a single possible flaw in it, or at least none that you could see.
You and Sans, yes you finally learned his name, took a stroll along the crunchy snow. The snow fell lightly, but gracefully, upon your heads. You were freezing. You grab your arms and rub them.
"Are you, are you cold?" You ask him.
"nope. you look cold though, here, take my jacket."
He chuckles and wraps his jacket around your shoulders. You couldn't beleive how heavy it was. It looked so thin on the outside, but when you put it on it's like you put a whole sheep onto your shoulders. It was so warm and fluffy. Yep. Definitely like putting a sheep onto your shoulders. A ketchup smelling sheep. The jacket also hung down to your knees. Guess its bigger and heavier than it looks.
"well we're here now. ready to go in?"

The plan seemed to go accordingly. Though this wasn't easy, you managed to ignore all the staring and glaring. All the whispers that seemed to emerge in this bar seemed to whisp by your ear.
"hey Grillbz, two orders of fries please."
"This is the nicest restaurant you know?" I asked confused.
"nope. it just happens to be the place with the most gossip. if we want him to know about it, this is the place to be seen."

*lets do a time skip again*

"So, you're telling me that you drink straight up ketchup to get drunk?"
"yep."
"But how?!"
"don't know." He goes to drink the ketchup again when his happy face, turns to a deadly serious one. It scares you. "Right on time."

Mettaton walks into Grillbys with such sassiness it seems like there would be nothing wrong.
"Hello darling." "Yes, nice to meet you too." "Maybe some other time, darling."
He struts his way to you and Sans.
"Why darling! What are you doing here with such a clown!?" He laughs a fake, forced laugh. "You're very funny, and I'm glad you had fun but it's time to leave." His smile turns cold as he looks down at you. He grabs your wrist and begins to pull you towards the door.
"I don't, I don't want leave!" You whisper shout.
He ignores you.
"Baby, please I don't want to leave."
A bone hits his head and he stops dead in his tracks.
"didn't you here 'em? they don't wanna leave."
Mettatons face is blank as he gently feels the slight dent in his head. He takes a deep breath and turns around with a look of pure sassy anger. He looks like a pssed off drag-queen. It quickly turns into a warm smile.
"My apologies, but (Y/N) and I have some place to be. If we don't hurry and leave soon we will be late and that surely won't do for our presentation as a couple. You surely wouldn't know what it's like being part of a famous couple but presentation is definitely a requirement. Now I take our presentarion quite seriously, so if you don't mind," his smile fades and his head tilts up to stare down at Sans.
"F u c k o f f ."

Sans closes his eyes and tilts his head down. "i was afraid that i would have to do this. i was going to just let you go, had you kept your cool, but since you had decided to insult me it only seems fair to insult you right back. here we go." He clears his throat and you prepare yourself.
"hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella brother amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal i don't mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawg but i gotta warn ya if you take one more diddly darn step right there i'm going to have to diddly darn snap your neck and wowza wouldn't that be a crummy juncture, huh? do you want that? do wish upon yourself to come into physical experience with a crummy juncture? because friend buddy chum friend chum pally pal chum friend if you keep this up well gosh diddly darn i just might have to get not so friendly with you my friendly friend friend pal friend buddy chum pally friend chum buddy."
The whole room sighs an irritation as Mettaton rubs the bridge of his nose.
"I don't have time for this."
Mettaton begins to pull you towards the door. He's almost immediately hit with several bones. Sans prepares for another attack as your eyes fill with tears. Mettaton retaliates with bombs and legs jabs. Next thing you know they're on top of each other fist fighting. Your frustration in the whole event comes out in one, loud
"S T O P I T ! ! ! ! ! !"
The two stop to look at you the tears begin to stream down your face. Mettaton gets up and regains his composure.
"My darling, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" he goes to wipe your tears away but you swat his hand away and turn your head away from him.
"Can we, can we just go back to, go back to your house."
"Of course darling."

As you walk towards the exit, you look back. There had been no damage, a knocked over table, but no damage. You look at Sans and give him a wink.

Knowing that phase one is completed fills you with determination.
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For those who would like to know I made the picture in this chapter I got bored and drew a few doodles. Hope you like it!
~Cupcake