“Nghh… I remember now… I always wanted to become a teacher to help the monsters of the Underworld, but there was a person that led me to the idea. Gaster… his bane was absolute ignorance.” Toriel clutched at her head as she remembered spending time with Gaster as her teacher and she could now remember the incident. “How could I have forgotten so much? Sans did always seem familiar to me when I heard his voice through the door, it makes sense now. Doctor Font was always so kind in his own unique way as I assisted him in his endeavors.”
“Whoa… hold on, you were one of Wing-Ding Font’s two assistants?” Alphys looked at Queen Toriel in a new light. The awed open mouth stare earned Undyne’s attention and she smacked the lizards jaw back into place with a freshly conjured spear. “You were one of the two mentioned in his logs?”
“Yes, Sans Font was the other one. I… this is very troubling and it’s giving me a headache. Everything he taught me is coming to the forefront; I always did love learning about snails. I had been curious about the tasty things that were always plaguing any garden I tried to grow.” A wan smile crossed Toriel’s lips as she chuckled dryly. Looking up at the screen, she gazed at Pinkie’s butt longingly as the pony crossed the bridge. Tears started to flood out of the corners of Toriel’s eyes as they started staring blankly ahead. “Entry number seventeen, dark, darker yet darker, the darkness keeps growing. The shadows cutting deeper, photon readings negative, this next experiment seems to be… very, very interesting… what do you two think?”
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“I… I don’t really think this is such a good idea Doctor Font.”
“Don’t worry, even if there is no photon readings at the moment, there’s always a light somewhere when things are at their darkest. I would never put you in danger as Fluffy Buns would kill me if I did, so that’s why I’m only putting myself mostly in danger.”
“What if something were to happen to you, why do you always keep doing this to yourself? Is it because of Calibri?”
“My queen, Toriel, I’m always willing to take risks with myself to help others, I also respectfully ask that you don’t dig up old graves. In any case, what could possibly happen if we proceed cautiously? Every precaution in place is for your personal safety.”
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“What of your son Papyrus? You never talk of him much.”
“You know I don’t like ignorance, but even then Papyrus is bright where it counts. In his heart and friendly demeanor that is. If something does happen; I hope you will look out for them.”
“If anything will happen, then my brother is going to be the master at achievements in ignorance!”
“It would be ironic that one of my progeny can do what those ‘crazy little bastards’ can, yes, but I don’t think your brother Papyrus is as ignorant as he acts. He just wants to be happy and I can’t fault him for that, nobody should really. Even I am willing to admit that ignorance can be warranted. There are some things that we should just simply never know.”
“Like whether or not laughter really is the best medicine?”
“There are many scientific things that I’m not ignorant of, but there are just as many more things that I am that can’t be entirely quantifiable or completely understood, even by me or science. I am not infallible and anyone can make mistakes no matter how perfect they act. Usually the more perfect someone tries to act, the more truly flawed they are. Ignorance tends fester with those who think they can do no wrong.”
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“So, things like how laughing and crying can mean the exact same thing?”
“Why yes, things like that! There is a reason that darkness is something that I intend to explore … in depth. I swear ignorance will be our ultimate downfall; the war was a notable effect of a collective ignorance by both monsters and humans. This is why I pursue knowledge, to spread understanding to everyone as best I can. This is why we are doing these experiments.”
“Yep, dad is always going to be a Font of knowledge.”
“Son that was a horrible pun, but the queen seems to appreciate your humor. Now say thank you.”
“Thank you Goat Mom!”
“Why does everyone keep calling me that? I’m not that good with children, really! Oh I do so hope Asgore is paying careful attention to Chara and Asriel, they can be so rambunctious.”
“Well one is definitely a ram and the other is the definition of wild.”
“Watch your blood pressure your majesty! We don’t need you setting metal on fire again, no matter how entertaining and informative it was the last time you did it. Though I must say, without your temper the newly named Hot Lands wouldn’t exist to give us this grand opportunity.”
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Gyftrot, Undyne, Alphys, the amalgamate monsters and even Kid all stared at Toriel who had been talking to herself in a rather monotone manner. One of the amalgamate monsters started crooning sadly.
“Queen Toriel created the Hot Lands!” Undyne was now the one with the dropped jaw and Alphys took it as an opportunity to kiss the tall fish girl while her guard was down. Undyne was angry that she didn’t think of it first when Alphys was like this, then again she was still healing so she had an excuse.
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Pinkie and Muffet reached the other end of the bridge where they saw a foreboding looking door and a closed elevator beyond it. Muffet walked right on past the open door and checked the elevator.
“Yep, locked up like all of the other elevators in the Hot Lands. So Mettaton is in there, well come on then darling, after you. Let’s go get him!” Muffet seemed eager to help Pinkie stop Mettaton from causing any more trouble for the monsters that lived around New Home.
Pinkie walked through the ominous doorway followed by Muffet and they immediately saw Mettaton there waiting for them, his screen lit up and he held up his microphone. They heard the doorway they came through slam shut behind them locking them in the circular room with the metallic menace that had a spotlight on him.
“Hello, to all you beauties out there! It is the ever wonderful and beloved Mettaton everyone, welcome to my final act with Pinkie Pie!” Mettaton had the ever present M on his screen and he didn’t seem very surprised to see them as he said this. “I see you’ve made it past Red.”
“Wait… who’s Red? I mean I’m pink, your silver and some colors, Muffet’s outfit is…” Pinkie said as she walked towards Mettaton who had yet to pull her soul, only to almost get a chakram to the neck. It came at an angle from Pinkie’s right; the cute pony immediately flinched away from the danger.
The spinning metal disc had been an inch from hitting Pinkie’s neck before it was pulled off course to the right by a bit of webbing being wielded by Muffet’s lower right arm. The chakram quickly stopped rotating upon striking the floor between the pony and spider monster. Muffet’s upper left and middle arms grabbed the rope attached to the chakram and pulled roughly.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen on my watch!” Muffet yelled as the cloaked figure she pulled from the shadows fell straight into the upper right hook and middle right jab of her upper right arms. Her lower right let go of the webbing it held.
The red cloaked figure was knocked back by the simultaneous punches from Muffet with a grunt and flipped to land on her feet off to the side of Mettaton and Pinkie, who were standing on a slightly raised bit of pentagonal flooring taking up the center of the room. The rope reeled the chakram back into the cloak and the feminine faced monster without a nose glared at Muffet with her rusty red hair partially hiding the right part of her face.
“Darn it, I almost had her!” The cloaked figure stated angrily, she had to be this Red person that Mettaton was talking about seconds ago. She was about as tall as Muffet was wearing a bright red cloak and bow around her neck. Underneath the cloak was some black clothing, white boots and gloves, she was also strangely wearing the royal crest on her shirt. Red and Muffet had a somewhat similar taste in clothing.
“Oh my, what an incredible ambush by the amazing Red Rider folks, and it was even more incredibly thwarted by Pinkie’s stalwart companion. This is what it’s all about folks, real action, drama, suspense, bloodshed and most importantly of all, yours truly!” Mettaton rocked from side to side as he spoke into his microphone before he turned his right side slightly towards Pinkie. With a flick of his left hand a small rectangular piece of metal with a red button appeared in it. “Sorry, but I don’t want to share the stage with more than one opponent! So we’ll get back to you girls later. Don’t worry; everything is being recorded for posterity! It’ll just be shown after the magnificent performance me and Pinkie are going to put on.”
With a single movement the button was pressed, Mettaton and Pinkie shot upwards as the slightly raised platform became a pillar that was raising them high up into the air through a hole in the ceiling. A hole that was quickly sealing itself shut on the pillar.
“Pinkie, don’t worry I’ll…!” Muffet was going to run forward to start climbing the pillar, only to jump back as a chakram slammed into the floor before her. It created a skittering noise as it rotated against the metal floor.
“You got in my way… I will make you pay for that.” Red looked calm as she pulled the chakram back into her cloak and unsheathed her sword which she held in her left hand. The distraction let the hole completely seal off.
“So you want to dance? Well I would love to now Miss Rider, I hope you’re decent or this will be boring.” Letting off a dark enchanting chuckle, Muffet held upper her left hand up to the air as she faced down Red in the right side of the room from the entrance she came through. “I would like some music if you will please. Something with a nice beat. If this is being recorded, I might as well put on a good show. You’re about to find out why they call me Mad, because I get that way when anyone attacks my friends or kin. Now what type of monster are you exactly? Let’s find out shall we?”
With a snap of the fingers on her upper left hand, Madeline Muffet caused the music to start up.
(Undertale Red Fangame pacifist theme plays)
“Right then, I’ll show you why they call me Bloody Red!”With a swish of her cape, Red charged forward and slashed her sword rapidly at Muffet who started backpedaling towards the wall. The room was large enough to fight in and the only obstacle was the large pillar taking up the middle of the room.
Frantically ducking horizontal slashes and weaving between the vertical slashes that came at her with a cheeky smile on her face, Muffet kept her five eyes half open for any tricks. She saw one coming when Red jumped back and threw her right hand forward. Madeline managed to bend her body backwards at the waist flowing down to bending backwards with her knees.
Right as the horizontal spinning chakram passed over her highly flexible torso, she bent further back and planted her four upper arms on the floor for stability as she kicked out her legs and snapped her feet together on the rope. With a vicious little smile that turned nastier, she twisted her right foot back and her left foot forward.
The chakram swung around aiming at Red’s neck, Red reacted quickly not letting her shock stop her from narrowly dodging her own chakram with a backwards leap, it still nicked her neck causing a small splatter of blood as it flew past her, Muffet had released her hold on the rope at that point. The chakram continued on to slam into the right hand wall making a loud noise before it retracted back towards Red.
Still in the middle of her jump, Red felt a slight tugging sensation causing her to quickly shift her view downwards to the two bits of webbing clinging to the bottom of her boots.
The web lines led back to Muffet’s two lower arms, with a harsh jerk Red slammed to the floor harshly stunning her. Muffet was quickly on her feet and twisting the two lines of webbing together before gripping it with all of her arms. She heaved to the left, sending Red bodily towards the pillar. She ran to the left towards the entrances as she swung Red to put more force behind the attack.
Red quickly slashed away the bit of webbing from her boots with her sword and rotated in the air to plant her boots on the pillar. She kicked off while sheathing her sword and threw her arms forward. This time two rotating chakrams flew out at Muffet from underneath the cloak.
All five of Muffet’s eyes widened as she dodged the first chakram to the left, the second one cut a small furrow through her right cheek. While placing a bit of webbing over the wound with a quick swipe of her lower left arm, she smirked and grabbed the two ropes with her middle arms and slammed the chakrams into the ground to make them stop spinning, Red swiftly tossed two round objects which bounced towards her.
Red watched as Muffet quickly released her hold of the two ropes allowing her to reel the chakrams back in. The spider dealt with the grenades in this enclosed area by webbing them with all six arms at once, three arms working on each grenade. The webbing was destroyed in the ensuing explosions, but Muffet had ultimately managed to render the grenades harmless. This tactic did give Red a chance to charge forward for another attack, she couldn’t let Muffet get a hold of her ropes again.
“Enough of warming up, let’s see how you handle my cross slashes!” Red started with a single horizontal swing of her sword. Muffet ducked under it, only to scream when a gash appeared in her left shoulder which was swiftly webbed up by her middle right arm as she dodge backwards avoiding Red’s angled slash. Red followed with a vertical slash and Muffet rolled to the left avoiding the horizontal swipe that came with it. “I would say you came to this fight unarmed, but you still have five too many!”
Muffet narrowed her eyes and ducked again as Red swung in the opposite angle and saw what was going on, this monster was really good with that sword of hers… only now it was useless because she understood how the attack works. She had yet to figure what kind of monster Red was.
Red sheathed her sword and launched four chakrams this time, Muffet leapt backwards and started to move to the side. Only for the chakrams to spread out and block her from moving to either the left or right, the sharp spinning metal discs hung horizontally in the air on either side of Muffet who had her back to the wall. The reason why Red didn’t immediately close the chakrams in on Muffet was because she’d be able move out of the way in time.
With that thought in mind Red charged forward to block Muffet’s only obvious avenue of egress while reeling in the chakrams to keep them hovering in place as she leapt forward. She quickly brought out and held her sword in a reverse grip with both hands; she was prepared to jam it straight into this nuisance’s heart. She looked down upon the frightened spider monster as she closed in with her blade; only a quick flash of a devilish smirk was any warning that Red had that something was wrong with this situation and that she was forgetting something important.
Muffet had her four lower arms pressed against the left wall of the room, ready to move in case the chakrams did close in on her and she put on her best look of false fear. Red wasn’t wrong in the respect that Muffet would have been capable of escaping her chakrams as the spider had planned for that, but when Red personally charged her, Muffet couldn’t help but wonder if they were handing out faulty brains the day Red was born.
The sword was a second from impact when Muffet curled the right side of her mouth up into the smirk. With a single push of all four of her arms, her body shot upwards and the cutlass styled sword made a loud pinging noise as the tip of it stuck into the wall and the look on Red’s face was priceless. Well, that was until the heel of Muffet’s left boot connected harshly with her forehead. Rolling forward as she planted her heel into Red’s skull, she kicked off the back of Red’s back with her right foot while pulling her hood down with an arm as she kicked.
Red slammed bodily into the wall making her chakrams fall to the floor limply, she also dropped her sword which was quickly pulled away by a line of webbing and swiftly encased in a corner against the ceiling. Red slowly stood up and was incredibly dazed by the blow to her skull, she had lost her sword and upon turning around saw that Muffet was sitting high up on the pillar giving her an insufferable smile while bobbing her head to the music. It took her a moment to really feel the agonizing pain erupting from her forehead and back. Reaching up with a hand, it came away drenched in blood.
“My, what a pretty face you had there… I think I’ve almost figured out what kind of monster you are.” Muffet watched as Red take notice of her injury. She decided to answer Red’s unasked question as she stared at the injured, if still beautiful, monster before her. “My boots have bladed heels, just be glad I didn’t hit you in the back of the head with them.”
Red immediately threw up her hands and hundreds of grey strings raced out of her body, it was a grey soul attack and there were quite a few of them all rushing into Muffet. With a flash all the grey lines that harmlessly punctured Muffet’s body started to turn white starting from Red’s position.
A purple field of energy exploded from Muffet filling the entire room for what seemed like three seconds and it appeared to have nullified Red’s attack entirely as soon as it ended.
“Oh so that’s what you are, a puppet monster! I’ve always wanted one of you for my very own!” Muffet giggled gaily and then she gave the puppet monster a smile. Said smile chilled the room by twenty degrees as her fives eyes took on a more seductive look. Her lilting voice carried throughout the room, it was easily heard over the slowly quieting music. “I’m done dancing now. You’re very nice to look at, I do so hope that Mistress Pie let’s me keep you. Why, I think I can even train you to be one of her most loyal servants!”
Red shivered uncontrollably and tried to launch another attack only to find she couldn’t move nor could she launch any of her attacks at all. She watched as Muffet lifted her wounded arm and flicked the air and slowly the entire room started to fill with shimmering threads… all of it was webbing. A look of horror crossed Red’s face; she felt her hair shift out of the way of her rose colored eyes as Muffet seemed to have crossed the room in a single blink to look into her soul.
“Now it’s play time.”
(End music.)
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Pinkie looked down and saw that they were high up in the air; she backed away from the edge and turned to Mettaton.
“Worried about your friend… well you should be more worried about yourself beautiful. After all once I get your soul, I can go to the surface and become a shooting star!” Mettaton’s screen showed a smiling yellow star on it.
“Really, wouldn’t that be really cold or hot? Well it would depend on your orbit or how close you got to the sun I guess, well unless you were a sun yourself which would count as a shooting star because of how it moves through the universe and how others perceive it’s movement.” Pinkie wondered what Mettaton would look like shooting through space at high velocity and giggled slightly at the image it presented. Mettaton having a solar system literally revolving around him was a pretty silly image.
“Not that kind of star cutie, now let’s pop that adorable soul of yours like a cherry so I can attack it to the point of separating it from your body.” With but a flick of his hand Mettaton had pulled Pinkie’s soul from her body. “With it I can leave this Underworld and carry out my dreams!”
Now would be a good time for Pinkie to ‘remember the switch on his back that Undyne talked about earlier’, because Mettaton would be really hard to beat without her flipping it and draining his battery. Pinkie glanced at the air and nodded.
“Hey look, a mirror that doesn’t represent you in it!” Pinkie pointed behind Mettaton and a question mark appeared on his screen. Despite the obvious fact that they were too high up for a mirror to be anywhere near them, he still fell for it.
“What, a mirror that doesn’t have me in it? That is sacrilege; every mirror I look into should show my wonderful appearance!” Mettaton immediately spun around revealing a comically large switch that had the words ‘turned on’ and ‘sexually inactive’ written above it; it was currently set to the latter. He continued to search around for the evil mirror that didn’t show his wonderful visage.
For the life of her Pinkie really didn’t want to flip that switch. She really didn’t want to be responsible for what was going to happen when she did. Not having any other option in beating Mettaton, she quickly slapped her hoof against the switch making it flip to ‘turned on’.
“Do I really have to do that, really? I mean come on! Even I’m finding this to be a little bit too ridiculous and that’s coming from someone like me!” Pinkie was not interested in Mettaton in quite that way and was refusing to follow what the story had already stated her as doing. She was giving the air a no nonsense look when she was generally all for nonsense. “Nope, not doing it and that’s final, I don’t want to be the one responsible for turning him on!”
As she gestured at the air with her right hoof, Pinkie was incidentally close enough to Mettaton and had smacked the switch to the left anyway. Any complaint she probably had about having to progress the story in this manner were now entirely pointless as it was happening whether she liked it or not.
“I’m angry now, this is my angry face.” Speaking in a flat tone, Pinkie gave an equally flat stare to the audience as Mettaton swiftly spun around to face her. Since Pinkie couldn’t take it out on the air like the insane equine that she was, she would probably ‘take it out on Mettaton’.
“Did you flip just my switch...” Mettaton started vibrating violently while holding up his hands to the side of his box like body where his head would be. Then a bright flash blinded the pony and in a moaning voice Mettaton said. “Oh~ yes~, that’s the stuff honey!”
When Pinkie blinked the spots out of her eyes, she bore witness to a much more different Mettaton than before under two dissipating fog and two bright spotlights. He was now humanoid with a pink chest plate, boots and a heart at the center of his torso. The rest of his clothing was black and tight fitting appearance that covered his legs and most of his upper torso, with shoulder pads which spiked out slightly from his shoulders. He has short black hair that hung down in the front and his bare midriff, arms and face were all a brighter metallic grey and he was still wearing his white gloves from his previous form. His eyes opened to reveal sharp dark purple orbs that looked down on Pinkie Pie.
A large screen appeared nearby showing the ratings and things were starting to pick up, a silver metallic looking soul flew out of Mettaton’s body.
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Toriel came out of her memories upon seeing Pinkie face down Mettaton.
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(Death By Glamour, Undertale plays.)
“I hope you’re ready, because we’re going to be absolutely gorgeous together before I end you!” Mettaton said with a smile as he looked down on Pinkie. “Now where are my back-up dancers?”
A bunch of Mini-Mettaton’s floated in on little umbrella’s holding bombs and laser guns only to be blown up within seconds as Tsunderplane flew by dropping explosives on all of them. Tsunderplane had Pinkie’s back even though she didn’t want to get too close to it, she’d keep the Mini-Mettatons away.
“Darn/Thank you Tsunderplane!” Two voices shouted out simultaneously.
“Right then, we’ll settle this in a dance fight!” Mettaton kicked out with his right leg nearly catching Pinkie in the chin. He then tried to stomp down on her head or neck, only to miss again as Pinkie rolled to the side and came up onto her rear hooves with her Temmie armor quickly transforming into a flattering black sequin dress and she quickly shucked her saddlebags to set off to the side. Mettaton didn’t give chase instead he struck several poses where he stood and then moved back before motioning Pinkie forward.
Pinkie threw her hooves out and did a twirl before she performed a ‘Floor Sweeper’. After she was done she spun and held out her right hoof to Mettaton while backing off slightly.
Mettaton responded by doing slow jerking movements where he hung his arm out and it swung a bit before he twirled stiffly and slowly strode forward in a mechanical manner, obviously doing his rendition of ‘The Robot’ ironically before he went into a handstand. He then fell onto his back where he started twirling around with and then he stopped on his side with a hand propped up on under his chin. He had a quaint smile directed at Pinkie before he hopped up onto his feet and pointed to Pinkie with both hands and stepped back.
Pinkie strutted out to the center of the floor shaking her butt, she twirled and came to a stop giving a shy smile as she held her ponytail in both hooves before she went into performing a ‘Melbourne Shuffle’, shifted to ‘Jumpstyle’ dance throwing her hooves out and bringing them in rhythmically. She went into a ‘Techtonik’ style in a series of impressive hoof twirls and bouncing crouches that looked rough for a pony to do. She followed it up with a retreating ‘Can Can’ while flopping her right hoof forward and back in a manner looking like she was waving goodbye, before motioning with her left hoof for Mettaton’s Turn.
Mettaton stalked forward boldly and then promptly proceeded to drop into a ‘Windmill’, he stopped and laid prone on his back before he performed a ‘Kip-Up’ and immediately went into a ‘Two-Step’. He hopped forward onto his hands and kicked his feet out performing a 'Donkey Kick' and then pushed off into a standing position. He took two steps forward and performed a spinning hook kick and after he landed from it he performed a back flip and started back away from Pinkie looking to her with his right arm sparking slightly.
Pinkie shifted left and right masterfully as she shuffled forward and she looked to be having fun doing it too, before she went into a ‘Criss Cross Step’ to the right and then to the left while slowly waving both her hooves up in air in the direction she was moving, looking almost like she was going to do a fusion dance.
The pony stopped and then slowly sauntered away from Mettaton with her eyes closed, her dress sparkling brilliantly on stage. She was bopping her head to the music and shifting her hips to the beat, strutting her stuff on two hooves before she turned back and pointed at him with her right hoof, putting her left on her hip, all while giving him and the cameras a cute wink with a broad smile.
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“Oh my goodness, some pony somewhere is being absolutely FABULOUS, EEEEE!” Rarity screamed causing any nearby pony close to the boutique to look at it as if there was a murder going on.
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Mettaton marched forward and then spun around to face away from Pinkie and then started to ‘Moonwalk’ towards her, before he kicked out his left leg and pirouetted twice and then stomped down to perform a ‘Shimmy’ before doing a simple shuffle in place while stretching to the left and then to the right. He finished off by raising his left hand high into the air wobbling his arm and putting his right on his nose and slowly wobbling his way to his knee’s before he performed a left-right split. He brought himself out of the split into standing position with a downwards push of both his arms and sliding his legs back together. As he walked back out of the center he pointed over his left shoulder with his right arm while looking back to Pinkie and gave her a cool looking nod, if he had sunglasses it would have been better.
As Mettaton waited for Pinkie to take the floor some sparks started shooting out of his left shoulder which he grabbed with a frown. Proceeding to look at the ratings, he saw that they were constantly on the rise and didn’t look to be stopping anytime soon, he couldn’t stop the show now even if he was slowly breaking down from pushing his body and on top of that his battery was running down fast.
Pinkie sauntered forward and slowly fell to her side where it looked like she had like a seizure, then she started flopping on her side like a fish with her mouth firmly set into an O shape. She rolled onto her belly and started doing The Worm in a tight circle, after which she arched her back and kicked off with her hind legs into a headstand where she spun fifteen times, her tail glittering as it fanned out while she twirled, she ended her head spin by flip twisting onto her two rear hooves.
She put both her hooves alongside her face vertically and then horizontally above and below her eyes, before she slowly drew the back of her left hoof across her face and then her right hoof all while shifting her head back and forth. She turned to the left and thrust her right hip at Mettaton and slapped her flank twice with her right hoof, before giving the camera’s a sultry look as she slowly ran her left hoof up the back of her head.
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Toriel, having seen this, felt she had some blood dribbling from her nose and she didn’t understand why. Pinkie did look really nice out there though.
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Pinkie stayed where she was and motioned Mettaton forward.
Mettaton nodded and moved out on to the dance floor, yet didn’t attack Pinkie and then miraculously he and Pinkie started to perform ‘The Perfect Cast’ at the same time. Following that particularly hard to perform maneuver, they proceeded to put their left limbs to their hips and then pointed to the left at the floor with their right limbs before raising them high to point straight up and to the right, they did this several times.
They rolled their hand/hooves around each other and then thrust them to the left and then after rolling them again to the right. They started leaning forward while looking at each other with a smile and bouncing their butts up and down. They both flipped their hair and then did the ‘Wild Monkey’ together tottering back and forth from footing to footing as they wildly moved their arms up and down, after that they took a step back and bowed to the cameras watching them and then they broke out laughing at how they ended their fight.
(End Music.)
That was when Mettaton’s arms fell off and then his legs broke down and also fell off his torso after leaving it sitting upright on the floor. His joints sparked weakly and he chuckled, he saw Pinkie’s soul hugging his own in a friendly manner above them before they went back to their respective bodies.
Pinkie shifted her black dress back into its skirt form and went to pick up her saddlebags where she left them before moving back over to Mettaton.
“… I’ll take some calls now…” Mettaton stated quietly as Pinkie moved up to look him in the eyes with worry as he opened up the cell phone line in his head.
“Are you okay Mettaton… that looked like it hurt. Also you really know how to party!” Pinkie sat down next to Mettaton who opened his mouth and coughed up a remote with a large blue button.
“P-Press t-that-that button; it’ll l-lower our dance floor back to the room with y-your-your-your friend.” Mettaton started stuttering and his voice sparked oddly here and there, the pony did so and they were on their way back down. “I’ll be okay once Alphys fixes the damage and recharges my batteries, yes first caller?”
As Pinkie listened to Mettaton talk to an overly excited Papyrus, she turned her head and saw Muffet all roughed up sitting against the wall with three arms around a very pale faced looking Red.
“What happened to her and you?” Pinkie asked as she vaguely heard Mettaton talking to Napstablook behind her.
“She’s my new special friend, that’s what!” Muffet looked rather giddy in a most evil manner as possible as she leaned her head to rub against Red’s unchanging horrified visage. “Also nothing a little medical attention couldn’t fix.”