Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.

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40. Metal Crusher

You should have listened to Sans. You let your guard down and now you're running for your life with Frisk's hand clutched tight in yours. How many people are going to try and kill you here in the Underground?

The lab is dark and you can't stop thinking about what Mettaton said before he let you get a head start. That you're not alone down here. What does that mean? Other monsters? He made it sound like they might be just as dangerous to you as he is...

Ducking down another hallway you come to a room with what looks like another elevator. Glancing behind you, you don't see anyone following, yet, so you skid to a halt and start smashing the call button. Nothing happens. That's when you notice four different-colored circles embedded in the door, one of which —the red one— is glowing. 

You take a second to look over at Frisk. They're pale and trembling, clinging to your hand and looking back over their shoulder. You've never seen them look so scared. Even when Undyne was trying to kill you, Frisk was more collected than this, even going to far as to try and talk her down. You feel your own panic start to temper, your instinct to protect your child hardening your edges.

"Come on," you tell them, tugging them to the right. "We have to keep moving."

Heart pounding, you lead Frisk down another hall, through a door marked with a red light that slides open as you approach. Yet another hallway opens up before you, punctuated with black screens set into the wall. They flicker to life as you get near, glowing green text casting dim light across your face. You don't have time to read them, but as you pass you catch the words 'Soul power' 'determination' 'humans' 'monsters' 'bodies'... What the hell is this place? What connection does it have with Alphys?

Distantly you hear the buzz of a chainsaw, and fear twists so hard in your stomach you're almost overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. Frisk's hand tightens on yours and they whimper.

You need to get back to the first elevator, the one you know works. Maybe, once Mettaton follows you far enough inside, you can circle around and head back there. Right now it's the only thing you can think of. But, at the moment all you can do is keep running.

The hall opens up into a room full of empty beds. There's two ways you can go so you just pick one, hoping that maybe Mettaton won't know which way you decide. You wind your way through them and down another hallway. There to greet you is a series of mirrors and a row of bright yellow flowers. Frisk jerks to a halt, causing both of you to almost fall forward as you try to keep running. When you look back at them, they're staring wide-eyed at the flowers.

"What? Frisk, we can't stop!" you tell them but they don't seem to hear you. 

You try to pull them further down the hall but they turn towards a panel set into the wall between the mirrors, which flickers to life at their presence.

I've chosen a candidate. I haven't told Asgore yet, because I want to surprise him with it... In the center of his garden, there's something special. The first golden flower, that grew before all the others. The flower from the outside world. It appeared just before the queen left. I wonder... What happens when something without a Soul gains the will to live?

You're not sure if it makes any sense to Frisk, but the entry seems like nonsense to you. And it doesn't matter. None of these things down here in this place matter except getting back out alive. You give Frisk's arm a hard yank, drawing them out of their daze. They look up at you with wide eyes that finally seem to see you again.

"Baby we have to keep running!" you tell them.

"We... we can call for help. Maybe someone can help us!" Frisk blurts out, jumping as you hurry them past more mirrors.

Of course. Why didn't you think about your phone? You pull it out of your pocket, fumbling with shaking hands as you bring up Sans's number. The phone tries to dial but it doesn't even start ringing. Frustrated tears spring to your eyes as fear overwhelms your senses. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you dial again. Silence and then the call fails.

"It's not working! It won't connect to Sans," you blurt out, voice tight. "I... I'll try Alphys."

You let out a frustrated noise as you flick through menus to retrieve Alphys's number. You hit the call button, and after a stomach-twisting moment of silence it starts to ring. Will this actually work? You nearly sob when the ring cuts off as Alphys answers.

"H-hello?" Alphys's voice is slightly garbled and staticky.

"Alphys! Thank god, Alphys, Mettaton has Frisk and I trapped under the lab. You have to help! He's trying to kill us!" you blurt out in a rush.

Frisk pulls you to another halt, tugging on your hand. But you're focused on trying to talk to Alphys, so you don't turn around to look at them.

"M-M-Metta—" Static cuts her off. "—you? ...—lab?" You can barely make out what she's saying but what you can hear is panicked.

"Alphys you're cutting out! We're under your lab, and Mettaton is trying to kill us!" you say, louder than is probably wise. Frisk's tugging gets a little more insistent.

 "P-please d-don't... —rt him! Switch..... —ck! Flip—"

"What? Alphys I don't—"

"H-his back! There's— switch... —ip it! —op him. Don't h-hurt—" Another rush of static cuts through the call. "—ry t-to ...—lp you!"

More static. Right when you think that the call is going to disconnect, you hear voices on the line, suddenly sharp and clear. Clearer than Alphys was. "Come join the fun."

"Mom!" Frisk cries out and you finally turn at another sharp tug on your arm.

There, in front of you, are three... things floating in the air. Pale and amorphous, they look like brains with a trailing spinal cord curled beneath them, eyes and mouths blinking and twisting along the surface. A strange, garbled, watery sound echoes from their many mouths as you hear voices in the phone again.

"You'll be with us shortly," they say.

"W-what? Please..." You take a step backwards, pulling Frisk with you. The things just hover there, almost as if they're contemplating you. They don't move closer as you back away.

"That's a shame," they sigh through the phone. They bob up and down in the air a little. "Be seeing you."

The call disconnects and they float away back down the hall, leaving you staring after them. After a moment you try to call Alphys again but it refuses to even ring, just like it did with Sans. You pocket your phone and with shaking hands lead Frisk further down the hall.

"Is Alphys coming to help us?" Frisk asks. Their voice is quiet and thin.

"I don't know, sweetie. She said... something about a switch on his back. Maybe it'll shut him down." You hope so. Alphys also seemed to be asking you not to hurt him either, but... he's trying to kill you. This isn't just some little misunderstanding!

Frisk doesn't answer.

You're in a room full of fridges when Mettaton catches up to you. It's a dead end with no way out except past the robot. He actually has the gall to seem disappointed. Pressed back against a wall with Frisk tucked into your side, you ball your hands into fists and watch as he cuts off the chainsaw.

"Well, this is it then. Our grand finale! Well, don't you have anything exciting to say? It's amazing what the magic of editing can do for a movie, I'll be sure to make this all very dramatic," Mettaton says, waving absently at the hovering camera. "Oh, and do look at me darling, it just ruins the scene if you look at the lens."

"Why are you doing this?" you demand, glaring with sudden fury. How can he treat your deaths so callously?

He sighs, followed by a small buzz from somewhere inside his body. His display goes red. "Weren't you listening the first time? I need your Souls to get through the barrier. To get to the surface and become a star! If I don't take them someone else will, probably Asgore." He gives an idle flick of his wrist, sounding bored. "And if the barrier breaks, who knows what'll happen to my new audience?"

"But what about the audience you have now?" Frisk asks, clinging to the jacket tied around your waist. "You're gonna leave them?"

Mettaton lets out a frustrated sound, a grinding noise echoing inside his metal frame. He hefts the chainsaw in his hands, yanking on the cord. It roars back to life. "What was that darling? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your impending death!" He lets out a manic laugh that sounds a bit over-the-top, even for him. "Enough stalling!"

This time you feel the tugging sensation in your chest, and your cracked Soul pulls free. Your glow paints the room around you, a sickly mix of dark red and green from the lights. Nearby one of the fridges seems to shudder. Your fingers curl tightly around Frisk's wrist, frantically trying to look for some sort of escape when Mettaton rolls forward... then screeches to a halt.

He kills the chainsaw and lets it fall to his side, his display blinking twice before showing a yellow question mark. "Is that...?" He gestures at your Soul. "What the hell is wrong with your Soul?"

Your anger swells forward in a rush. "There's nothing wrong with me!" you shout at him. "Why do you people keep trying to kill me and then feel it's necessary to fucking criticize!"

Frisk lets out a small gasp at your slip of the tongue. But really, there's more pressing things to worry about. The fridge shakes again.

"Darling please, I know we're shooting a horror movie but is the language really necessary?" Mettaton says, his question mark swapping colors. "And, well, at least I've got a spare." He wags his fingers at Frisk. "Now. Where was I?"

As Mettaton reaches for the cord of the chainsaw again, the fridge starts to melt. It forms a puddle of white, shapeless sludge on the cracked floor, making the robot backpedal to keep his wheel free from the mass. Slowly, the liquid runs upwards, coalescing into a large shape between the two of you and Mettaton. A hint of blue colors its dripping body, taking shape into something that looks like a snowdrake. Parts of its head are replaced with two vegetoids where its eyes should be.

With their back to you, a thin, quiet voice fills the air.  "You....... should not...... hurt..... chil....dren." She pauses, her body starting to ripple and quiver with faint laughter. "Chill...dren... Haha..... oh..... Sn... o... wy......"

Mettaton goes a little limp with a frustrated noise. "You shouldn't be getting in my way," he snaps, but there's no real bite to his words. He seems to look past the dripping creature, gesturing at you. He must see the look of horror on your face. "Do you like her? This is Alphys's doing you know. Researching a way to try and break the barrier. This is what sweet, shy Alphys is really capable of." Mettaton starts to laugh. "And of course she never told you one of the real reasons she made me, did she? To impress Asgore. And she designed me to eradicate humans. Never expected that now did you? No, I didn't think so. Yes, your friend was going to help Undyne stop you and Frisk, to collect your Souls to break the barrier. But then she just got too attached, especially once you started that little romance. Oh, I was so sick of listening to her talk about it." He sighs dramatically. "And then there was that half-baked plan to have me pretend to try and kill you so that she could swoop in and play the hero. But that never happened either."

You don't know what to say. You don't know if you believe any of it. Frisk squeezes your arm.

Mettaton jabs a finger in your direction. "That's the Alphys you're friends with. That's the person who made me, and her."

The amalgamate quivers, her body shuddering. "Saved...... me.... Saved..... us.... Was..... going to...... die..... Was..... dying....."

Frisk lets you go. You feel their absence and see as they slip behind the dripping mass shielding you from Mettaton. You don't dare to say anything to them and risk drawing attention from the distracted robot. 

"And this is the life she saved. Trapped down here in this abandoned laboratory, forgotten by everyone. Well, I refuse to resign myself to this same fate! I will not die down here under this mountain, forgotten!" He doesn't even notice Frisk duck around behind him, and with one quick motion, slide something on his back.

Mettaton freezes, the chainsaw falling from limp fingers. "Did you. Just flip. My switch?" he demands in a clipped voice. Then, he starts shaking, hands gripping top corners of his body.

You seize the opportunity, running past the amalgamate and snatching Frisk's hand as you both start running. Smoke starts pouring out of Mettaton, obscuring him in a cloud of white behind you. A metallic whirring noise fills the room.

"Ohhh my. If you flipped my switch that can only— Hey! Where do you think you're going! You're supposed to be here for the premiere of my new body, get back here!"

You don't stop. With Mettaton at the back of the lab, the path to the elevator should be clear, and hopefully your means of escape.

 
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