Like any other fan, you immediately bought a ticket to Mettaton’s next concert. Oh, this time he was devilishly beautiful. Many residents of the Underground looked with bated breath at his graceful movements and his enchanting voice. But you decided to go further, and more specifically, you snuck into his dressing room. Hearing a suspicious rustling, he immediately turned around, noticing you.

"Oh, darling, if you wanted an autograph, you definitely shouldn't have come HERE."