Ten thousands lights come blazing down with razor sharp precision ♪

[aghostinthemachine]

[Whatever is that oversaturated ego leaking from the cracks of the castle door? It almost creates a spotlight effect, the dust in the castle making it look like smoke is rolling through the room. Who is creating this powerful aura? Why, it's everyone's favorite(?) Underground super star! The door finally bursts open and a shapely leg clad in a pink high heeled boot steps through, followed by the rest of the fabulous robot, noodly arms wrapped around several pink suitcases.

Why would anyone want to vacation in a place like this? Who knows. No one knows how Mettaton's brain works. Sometimes even he himself doesn't know.

Of course, he's expecting this to be like a hotel and calls out for the staff that does not exist:]

Yoohoooo~ Anyone home? I'm looking to rent a room! Your best room.

[You can either help him out, inform him that he's very much mistakened, or find him later on once he's settled in, if there happens to be a parlour or a library.]

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[trombones]

[There is, but he's already wearing himself out. Sans' poker face finally dissolves and he bursts into giggles. There's panting in between, probably making it a little more obvious he's not used to doing it. At least, not that particular magic.

Finally, he calms down and takes the paper. He looks down.]

What's that?

[aghostinthemachine]

[Even with Sans panting, he doesn't want to risk it.]

My autograph. People will pay a lot of money for that.

[trombones]

[At least it's kind of cute. Not in a toddler-has-breathing-problems way. That's bad. More like kids catching their breath after playing a lot. There might be hiccups.]

Ah-toe-graff... [Sans repeats the word slowly and he squints at the paper.] Whassit say?

[gg mettaton he can't even read yet]

[aghostinthemachine]

[HE'S GOTTA START READING SOMETIME. And it is cute. He figures it might be because of the music use. That's a lot to use for a young child.]

It says my name! "Mettaton."

[trombones]

[WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START YOUR ABCs MAN]

Oh... [Sans brings the autograph down and blinks at it.] "Me-ta-ton".

[He can't actually read it, but that doesn't stop him from trying to decipher the symbols on the page. Finally, he looks back up.]

How do you spell "Sans"?

[His blue eye fades, and the lights of his "normal" eyes appear again. Congrats, he's distracted from pretend hotel.]

[aghostinthemachine]

[He just always kind of knew them? IDK ghosts are weird.

But he pulls the pen and paper out again and crouches down to show Sans how to write his name.

... He too has been distracted from the hotel shenanigans.]

Like this... S-A-N-S... See? Why don't you try?

[trombones]

[do ghosts even need to go to monster school

Sans moves around the old counter. It's obvious now just how small he is. And adult Sans was already pretty short, so you get the idea. He's also wearing a striped shirt, so. You know. Duh.

He brings his little hands up to the other side and watches Mettaton write. Those big sockets get just a little wider.]

S-A-N-S... [He doesn't completely understand it, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He looks up at Mettaton.] Okay!

[He takes the pen and gets to work. The lines are crude, wobbly and scribbly, like any child's writing, but he slowly copies the lines, the letters more like shapes to him than actual words. Not quite Baby Geniuses, but he's still pretty smart for his age.]

There!

[aghostinthemachine]

[nope.

Mettaton's smile widens, how tiny he is, the look of wonderment in his eyes, the striped shirt. He's positively adorable.]

Very good! Now you know how to write your name! You can sign your drawings or toys too Sui people still know they're yours.

[He gently pats Sans on the skull.]

You're very smart for your age, you know that?

[trombones]

[how did something this cute turn into something so gross]

Heheh.

[Sans beams as Mettaton pats his head, pretty darn proud of himself. He looks at his own name, then back to his new friend. Finally, he looks back down and scribbles his name a couple more times. It gets a little cruder each time, but now he's just excited.]

That's what Pop said!

[aghostinthemachine]

[who knows but we still love him]

You must obviously get it from him then.

And now you can sign any drawings you do!

[trombones]

[thanks pal]

Yeah!! My dad is really smart. He's a scientist!

[Sans turns around.]

Hey, do you wanna s-see a cool trick?

[aghostinthemachine]

[Mettaton blinks and offers a curious smile.]

Sure, why not?

[trombones]

Watch this!

[Sans folds up the paper.

His eyes go dark.

He throws the paper in his socket.

He opens his mouth???

It's in there.]

[aghostinthemachine]

[Mettaton stares for a moment or two, wondering if that felt uncomfortable. Then the corner of his lip twitches before curling into a forced smile.]

That's quite impressive. Do you... know any other tricks?

[trombones]

Probably!

[His eyes come back. He pulls the paper out of his mouth.]

I haven't thought of any yet. Oh! Oh! Maybe I can play xylophone with my ribs!

[aghostinthemachine]

[...]

Isn't that uncomfortable?