POV:you are frisk and mettaton became your parental figure

one morning, you were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth while MTT was combing your hair, as you were brushing, you heard MTT humming "death by glamour" until he spoke up when you both finished

Mettaton ex:" look darling! Do you like it?"

he gave you small and cute pigtails

Mettaton ex:" oh, you're finished! Let's go get breakfast together shall we?"

MTT carried you to the kitchen in his big metallic arms