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“I think I might like him,” the robot admitted, not knowing quite what to do with himself.
Alphys looked like the cat that ate the canary and couldn’t help but squeak in delight, “I knew it!”
This was too cute and perfect. From what she had overheard from Sans and Undyne, Papyrus had a crush on Mettaton and was a huge fan of his. How adorable for Mettaton to fall for the tall skeleton.
Mettaton slumped back on to the work table more until he was laying on his back, staring at the lab’s high metal ceiling with a half flustered, half annoyed expression.
“How is he so...so GENUINE? And ADORABLE? I’ve never met someone so...openly, unironically self-confident...” Mettaton explained.
Alphys moved the device more out of the way just in case Mettaton accidentally switched poses.
“S-sounds like you’ve got it bad. But yeah, from what Undyne and Sans say, that’s just the way Papyrus is,” Alphys said before grabbing a wrench from off the table near Mettaton’s head and focusing her attention back on the device. “S-so. What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t knooow yet...” Mettaton complained, over dramatic as always in his robotic body, shifting his legs so that one knee was bent and draping an arm over his face.
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes

Description

Excerpt:
“I think I might like him,” the robot admitted, not knowing quite what to do with himself.
Alphys looked like the cat that ate the canary and couldn’t help but squeak in delight, “I knew it!”
This was too cute and perfect. From what she had overheard from Sans and Undyne, Papyrus had a crush on Mettaton and was a huge fan of his. How adorable for Mettaton to fall for the tall skeleton.
Mettaton slumped back on to the work table more until he was laying on his back, staring at the lab’s high metal ceiling with a half flustered, half annoyed expression.
“How is he so...so GENUINE? And ADORABLE? I’ve never met someone so...openly, unironically self-confident...” Mettaton explained.
Alphys moved the device more out of the way just in case Mettaton accidentally switched poses.
“S-sounds like you’ve got it bad. But yeah, from what Undyne and Sans say, that’s just the way Papyrus is,” Alphys said before grabbing a wrench from off the table near Mettaton’s head and focusing her attention back on the device. “S-so. What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t knooow yet...” Mettaton complained, over dramatic as always in his robotic body, shifting his legs so that one knee was bent and draping an arm over his face.
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes