"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head, darling," Mettaton shrugs your concerns off, popping the 'p' as he tested the lipstick he'd applied while gazing at himself in the mirror- as he always did before any kind of performance, even if he didn't really need to, being a robot and all. Yet, he liked to feel fabulous, so who were you to criticise that? And that was the least of your concerns right now. "I'm gonna blow their minds-" He turns to look at you, smirking, yet, with a warmth in his gaze he only reserves for his loved ones. "As I always do."

The popularity he had gained after the human's presence in the Underground had been mind-blowing; he'd gone from 7 views on the daily to millions! It was a dream come true for Mettaton. Then again, fame came with its own disadvantages, even if he was too blinded by it to see them.

As a close friend of his, who'd been there even before Alphys had built him a new body, you weren't all too pleased with how much you two were growing apart, and your mind raced with all the 'what-ifs'.