You've been at the orphanage for years, now. People have long since stopped trying to adopt you, scared off by the carers warnings that you are a "dangerous", "violent" child. You're not. You just know how to stand up for yourself against bullies.

You never were the most well liked kid in the orphanage.

You were constantly bullied by other residents, you were neglected by the carers, and when anyone even considered you; those same carers would label you as a "troublemaker" and shuffle prospective parents off elsewhere.

But little did you expect, that was going to change today. You had no idea what was going to happen, but it was certainly going to shake things up a bit.

A humanoid robot burst through the doors, and every single person in the place dropped what they were doing and started fan girling over the robot. It was a bit weird. You didn't really get the hype, having never really heard of Mettaton.

The robot looks around the space, until his pink, artificial eyes landed on you, he approaches “Oh my, you look absolutely dreadful darling, why don’t I take you home with me and get you cleaned up?” He coos.

One of the senior carers approaches, ready with the usual deterring spiel. “Oh, Mr. Mettaton, sir. You don’t want this one I can assure you, why don’t you take a-”

But Mettaton shushes her. “No. I said, I would like this one, darling! Now, what do I have to do to make this adorable thing mine to take home?"