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.


31. Mettaton

"Alphys, darling, you of all people should know how much I admire humans. I'd kill for the chance to meet one." Mettaton waves a hand in your direction and Sans's hand tightens on yours. "Thankfully it looks like I won't have to!"

"R-right, of course!" Alphys says, giving a nervous laugh. She wipes the sleeve of her lab coat across her forehead. "I j-just thought you'd be b-busy today, is all..."

"Plans can always be rearranged," Mettaton says, laughing.

"WELL I'M GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT, METTATON!" Papyrus's voice sounds a little higher than normal, and he hasn't managed to move from his spot by the door. He seems to realize it after a moment, because he quickly shuts the door and comes to stand with the rest of the group. "WOWIE, IT SURE IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Mettaton tilts his body just enough to give what you can only describe as a glance at Papyrus, though he doesn't have any eyes. You figure he must have some way of seeing, maybe it has to do with his blinking display. Said display flashes a boxy exclamation point for a second before setting back to alternating red and yellow.

"Oh, Papyrus, isn't it? It's always a pleasure to see such an enthusiastic fan!" the robot's words are kind and gracious, but his attention seems to be set on you and Frisk. You feel a little bad for Papyrus.

But Papyrus doesn't even seem to notice the way Mettaton dismisses him. The skeleton's grin is so wide and he presses his gloved hands to the sides of his face. A set of sparkles hover around his eyes. You're glad that Papyrus isn't upset, but it seems a little unfair.


Undyne rolls her eyes, giving Mettaton an annoyed look. "Of course he remembers your name. It's not like he has that many fans."

Mettaton's screen goes dark, flashes red, and then turns all yellow. There's a moment of silence as the robot refuses to acknowledge Undyne's comment. Alphys clears her throat, eyes darting between her two friends.

Frisk slides off their chair, walking up to Mettaton and holding out their hand. Sans makes an abortive gesture, like he wants to reach out and pull them back. What is it about Mettaton that has Sans so nervous? You give him a scrutinizing look, but his attention doesn't waver from the robot.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you," Frisk says politely, arm outstretched. "I'm Frisk."

"Oh! Why hello there, darling, aren't you precious!" Mettaton exclaims, wrapping an oversized hand around Frisk's tiny one. They share a vigorous handshake that makes Frisk laugh, grinning brightly.

You think you feel Sans relax by a fraction as he settles back, no longer looking like he wants to dart forward. Even though Sans has his normal grin on his face, you can see the tension still there in his mouth.

"I'm a fan too! We watch you on TV all the time," Frisk tells him.

"I always knew humans had good taste," he says with a short, robotic laugh.

While Frisk and Mettaton talk, Undyne leans in close to Alphys and says something you can't make out. Whatever it is makes the doctor jump and flush bright red, mumbling something to Undyne in response. If you didn't know any better you'd think that Undyne said something flirty or provocative, judging from Alphys's reaction. But considering that's just how she responds to Undyne in general, you think that she was just asking if she was okay. Between Undyne and Mettaton, Alphys looks about ready to keel over from sheer anxiety.

You shift a little on your feet, unsure of what to do with yourself. Sans isn't helping, standing there in silence at your side, unmoving. You're caught between being sensitive to his clearly negative reaction to Mettaton, and Frisk's cheery excitement. But either way, you're starting to feel rude for not introducing yourself. Sans looks at you but doesn't say anything as you free your hand from his, walking up to stand behind Frisk. You rest your hands on their shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself," you say, telling him your name. "I'm Frisk's mom."

Mettaton takes your hand from Frisk's shoulder, tugging you to the side like he wants to get a better look at you. If he had eyes you think they'd be looking you up and down, and you can't help but feel a little self-conscious, heat rising to your cheeks. 

"Well aren't you stunning!" he says, and you can't help your pleased and embarrassed smile. "I absolutely adore humans, and you darling are just magnificent. I dare say that no one in the Underground can possibly compare, there's just something fascinating about humans."

"Well, I don't—" you begin, stumbling over your words until you're interrupted.

"Not a word to the contrary, darling! I won't hear it. One of these days I hope to get to the surface, but in the meantime I suppose I'll just have to get my fill of you." Somehow Mettaton's voice lowers into something of a purr, punctuated by a low whirring noise somewhere inside his body.

"M-Mettaton!" Alphys squeaks.

"I, well—" you're feeling flattered, but all this attention is getting you flustered.

"I can't believe you're tucked away here in Snowdin of all places! You should be somewhere warm, with people! Let me take you to the capital one day, beautiful, I'll show you a great time..." Mettaton tugs you a little closer and you stumble a bit, catching yourself on the edge of his rectangular body. 

You blink, trying to figure out exactly what just happened as your face feels like it's burning. But you don't have time to think before Sans is at your side again, one arm around your waist to pull you back. You glance at him, startled to see a flicker of blue in his left eye.

 "listen here you overgrown calculator. get your hands off of her or alphys is gonna have to build you a new set of arms," he snaps, and you can feel a hint of static in the air, a crackle of magic.

There's a beat of silence, where no one seems to know what to say. Then, everyone seems to react all at once.

"SANS, THAT WAS VERY RUDE!" "M-Mettaton, maybe you should..." "Hun, I think you're overreacting a little."

Over it all, Undyne is roaring with laughter. As you glance back at her, she smacks her knee and brushes the back of her hand over her eye, shaking her head. "That was HILARIOUS! Great one, Sans!"

Alphys is watching Sans, and you think she looks a little scared. She's on her feet and inching towards Mettaton. When you turn back to the skeleton at your side, the blue in his eye and the tingle of magic are gone. His face is broken out in a wide grin and he gives Mettaton a lazy shrug, though the hand resting on your side is still holding on tight. You feel even more lost than before.

"you caught me undyne," Sans says with a chuckle you think sounds a little forced. "sheesh, mettaton, lighten up! stick around here and you'll be sure to hear a mettaton more jokes."

"SANS THAT WASN'T VERY FUNNY!" Papyrus grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Alphys mumbles something you can't quite hear, and Frisk looks from Mettaton, to Sans, and back to Mettaton with a confused expression. The robot's display flickers a bit, and he sways a little side to side. You hear a quiet grinding sound, then Mettaton reaches out to pat you and Sans on your shoulders.

"I see, I see! Well, darling, you let me know if you ever want a tour of the capital. I spend all my time there," he says, sounding just as cheerful as he had before Sans's threat.

"not enough time, if you ask me," Sans grumbles. He gives you a gentle tug towards the kitchen. "babe, can i talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah, please," you say flatly, following him away from the others. "I could really use an explanation."

As you pass between Papyrus and Mettaton, you notice Alphys slip over to go speak to the robot, and you think her hands are shaking.

The moment Sans has you away from the others and out of sight, he turns around and takes hold of your hands. His expression is serious as he looks up at you. "don't trust mettaton."

You know he's not joking, but you can't help the incredulous laugh that slips out. "Sans, are you jealous? What was that all about back there?"

He frowns. "this has nothing to do with how i feel, i'm saying that you need to be careful and not trust him."

"So you are jealous."

"babe, are you listening to me?"

"Hun, I am. And I want you to know that I'm not into short, metal, and rectangular." You can't help the smirk that quirks your lips, and you tug on his hands as you lean forward to press a kiss to his mouth. "My type is short, punny, and skeletal."

Sans huffs an exasperated sigh, but he's smiling when you pull away. A hint of blue stains his cheekbones. "promise me you'll be careful."

You still think that he's overreacting, but you don't want to tell him so. Instead you give him a reassuring nod. "Okay, I promise."

"are you just saying that to placate me?"

Yes. "No!"

"i'm serious," he says, narrowing his eye sockets at you. "please, don't let your guard down around him. make sure you keep frisk away from him too."

The mention of Frisk sobers you a bit. Generally Sans isn't one to overreact, so if he's pressing you this much about Mettaton... he must have a reason. You give his hands a squeeze, nodding. "Okay," you say. "I'll be careful. Can you tell me why?"

"i just..." he looks away, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. "he's dangerous. i can't trust him not to have an ulterior motive with you."

"Because he's so interested in humans?" That was a little odd, but he didn't come across as threatening.

"yeah, that's one way to put it." Sans turns back to you, looking at your chest. He frees one hand, tapping your sternum. "you read that monster history book, right? and you remember what undyne was after when you first met? more than just asgore might be after your soul, so protect it. i'm a little partial to it staying with the rest of you."

He thinks Mettaton might be after your Soul? The robot isn't nearly as intimidating as Undyne is, and doesn't come off as threatening in the least. But you trust Sans. He's watched out for you and Frisk for almost a month and a half, and you know he cares about you.

You cover his hand, holding it to your chest. "Me too. Besides, I think my Soul is a little spoken for."

Sans's grin widens and affection softens his face. "is that so?" He tilts his head up to nuzzle against your cheek.

You can feel a flush rising to your cheeks as you press in close to him, turning your face to his. "I told you already. I'm yours. So don't feel worried, or jealous."

His thumb strokes your chest, right under your clavicle. "you know i'm yours too, right? cuz, i—"


Papyrus's shrill voice makes you both jump, startled apart. You share an exasperated look, but you realize that maybe this wasn't the best time to be having a private moment. Sans is a little flushed, fidgeting slightly before shoving his hands in his pockets.

"c'mon, he'll just come get us if we stay in here."

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