"So what you're telling me is you don't know his plan?!" Undyne yelled infrustration.

"no. i dont. but i know he's got one. no way he would've chosen (Y/N) if he didn't." Sans said.

They were arguing again. They had gone back and forth and back and forth for weeks. Discussing the finer details. All of Undyne's questions. The what if's and the but's. Dismissing the worries. Planning everything down to the last detail. Making not a single one of your hair was touched during this plan.

"Sans. I trust you. I do. But this guys a pro. If he is faking like you say. (Y/N) will never know. She's too into him. He'll get his way before the plan is halfway throu-"

"Undyne, do you really think i dont know this!? (Y/N) is oblivious." He glances over at you sleeping on Alphys's couch. Then looks down and sighs.
"you know the goal of the plan. make (Y/N) realize that Mettaton is a monster by convincing them to do things they don't normally do. like screaming, being confident, being brave, being heard, being messy, being stubborn. the things that'll piss him off. show the real mettaton. all while they think it'll make him love them more."

They glance back at you and then at each other and sigh.

Months had gone by. Being stubborn wasn't easy. Nor the yelling. You feel like Sans lied to you. Though, you know you can't betray him. He may only have 1HP, but you know theres more to him than that. Still, nothing feels like its working. You got out of your new silky, (F/C) sheets and made your way to the kitchen.

Looking through the fridge you realize you and Mettaton havent eaten at home in a while. There was practically nothing in the fridge, besides Papyrus's spaghetti but you swore that off a long time ago. You get dressed and head outside. You take one step outside. Squish. Right through your socks. You walk yourself over to Snowdin. The humidity turns to crisp cold once again.

Crunch crunch. Oh how you've mised the crunchy snow, the quiet porch naps, the occasional, 'THUD!' "I AM OKAY BROTHER!"', the comfort of your bed, the visits from Frisk...

Living wuth Mettaton hasn't been a walk in the park. He's always away and never takes you with him anymore. When he is home he's either ranting about his day or his problems, watching reality tv (most of them his own shows) and criticising them, or making you uncomfortable by staring you down with a dead glare. You would occasionally ask him to stop, and most times he would, but the last time was different. The last time his gaze turned hostile. Like if you said another word it would be your last. The feeling that Mettaton was getting hostile scared you to your core. But Sans say that being a bitch will bring him back. It'll make him happier than he was. It'll make his anger go away. He'll quit throwing the couches, he'll quit angrily mumbling while walking across the house, he'll quit being mad at you, and that's all you wanted.
You can't remember when he started to get agitated. Was it when you started hanging with Sans? Or was it the time you said you've had way too much steak to eat it anymore? Or maybe it was the time where accidentally ripping his clothes became a habit? Or the time you used his makeup to get the right colors for your painting? Or was it-

Cold hit your face suddenly, stopping you're thoughts and sending you flying backwards. Unfortunately you had fallen in a puddle of slush. At least your sock isn't the only peice of clothing that is wet now.

You wipe the snow off your face and stand up. Once getting on your feet a tiny little brown and purple bat boy in a lavender hoodie runs up to you and tries to help you get the snow off your clothes while making worried baby noises. His mother runs up to you.
"I am so sorry. I didn't see any one back here when I threw the ball. If it weren't for Zach running towards you I would've never known you got hit, I-"

"Irene! Where the f*ck are you?!" Shouts an angry voice off in the distance.

"I'm sorry I have to go but I hope you're okay." Irene says hurridly while grabbing Zach and running towards the shout. "I'm coming Zephyr!" She shouts as she runs.

You start to think about how angry this 'Zephyr' sounded. You wonder if Mettaton will get that way. Friendly for the camera, but angry in his home.

You crunch on forward towards the Bunnys shop. Freezing in your soaked clothes. You get to the door and go to reach for the handle. Crash!

Hearing the crash sound and being narturally curious fills you with determination.