Underlust Mettaton
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Mettaton waved a group of his fans away and chuckled to himself. He tightened the tie around his neck and brushed himself off. "Little brats- Thinking they can just run up to me in public. Grinds my gears.." He grumbled, freshening up and fixing his glasses and hair. He took a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.