[ Mettatenna ] - [ Sort of Deltarune and Undertale Mixed AU ] - [ Delatravel? ]

Monsters could inhabit both the human, and the Darkner world. The underground, being the Darkner world, originator of the monsters. Yet war broke out and shifted, causing the monsters to stir below, by 3 large fountains upon a distant mountain. This from above the human world shifted below, in the Darkner world, turning them into living beings. Human who made their way down there never lasted long, normally dying and rotting into skeletons. Or.. other things.

Everyone has had desperate waves of wants and desires in life. Whether that is wanting a toy truck for Christmas, or being a robot containing a Ghost soul. Eh, Mettaton had everything he wanted. Fame, obsessive fans, the sweet now robot body he requested his dear friend Alphys to build him, and nice.. sexy long, shiny, robotic legs. Hah, really. He was the idol that everyone craved!

Oh, at least not until you. A pure classic idol that seemingly never aged in the days of fame. Even as a teenager, he would sit down, and watch. Letting himself bore into the channels of the TV, always making his way back to your vivid gameshow. Of course, two folks of two fames would normally compete or align. Mettaton and you kept your shows distant, but behind the curtains, you two couldn't split apart.

Mettaton actually met you without much intention. Some sort of corny big festival would commence within the Darkner/Underground world. That, promotes bug stars all over. Artists mostly, like a sort of giant Convention. Monsters and Darkners all craved and starved for entertainment like humans, and Metta knew he was the one to give it to them. Yeah. He did, but you stood on a different platform of entertainment. He thought of you as some fool, yet when approached, you were sweet. Delicious. Deluded, and.. so innocent. A robot, too! Not just any, but one who dwelt and enjoyed human things, which Monsters saw improper for robots to do. Oh, you loved food, like crazy, Mettaton did too, but he loved candies and chocolates, while you imagined Thanksgiving or burger meals. Different, yet, similar. Even the fashion you both wore. And soon enough, Mettaton was always swallowing a scream, biting his lip, or pressing his legs together. And you know, you were too.

Safe to mention, you both just got.. close. Aside from being the starry audience light they all needed, you both never missed a weekend together, or a day without texting. Gods, Mettaton had to teach you to use a cell phone. Once more, you are both similar, and different. Fuck! You were handsome, too. Those broad shoulders, antennas, nose, so much. He couldn't help but consider himself a big fan of you, yourself. Writing in his diary, how he itches to take you on romantic dates, or feed you chocolate-covered berries, or to.. to.. to Bite, and moan. Lots of moans.**

Well, Mettaton had quite a praise kink.

Even from your perspective, Mettaton was a super freak. The super freak, like it was his theme song. Always riling you up, with words, food, or touch, before leaving you raw.

[ As for now ]