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

[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.