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.]

Comments

[collectyourfriends]

[What.]

[Enjoy a tiny--four or five years old, maybe?--Frisk holding a weird green dog, just staring.]

[aghostinthemachine]

[While they're a little smaller than he remembers Frisk, he's still happy to see them. He beams down at the child, assuming the monster next to it is just that.]

Frisk, sweet heart! I didn't know you were here!

[collectyourfriends]

[He's a very tall robot, after all.]

[Frisk twists their head. (They haven't got that name yet.) Is he talking to someone behind them?]

...what? No. We're strangers.

[aghostinthemachine]

[Stupid tall.

And he just laughs the comment off, figuring they're just messing with him.]

Come now, darling. I've told you not to joke around with me. You want to grow up to be a good, honest adult, yes?

[He extends a noodle arm to reach over and ruffle Frisk's hair.]

[collectyourfriends]

[Frisk hasn't really had to learn to be wary of strangers yet, so they allow the tough with a minimum of reluctance. They definitely do reach up to grab the arm, though, feeling it.]

Gonna be a good adult, but 's no joke here. 'Less you met me with my mama and papa when I was a baby.

[aghostinthemachine]

[Feels like Mettaton.

Which in this case is a weird squishy metal? But the robot blinks at their remark.]

... You really don't know me?

[collectyourfriends]

Noooooo. [Huff.] Who are you?

[aghostinthemachine]

I'm Mettaton - the Underground's Number One Star! Have you... been to the Underground?

[collectyourfriends]

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

The sewers are dangerous.

[aghostinthemachine]

... Sewers, darling? You mean the garbage dump?

[collectyourfriends]

No, the sewers. [They fold their arms.] Underground.

[aghostinthemachine]

[... More tilting of the head.]

Mount Ebbot doesn't have sewers though.