บท 59: Chapter 59
Frisk's mind was frozen in a numb cloud. He did not respond or even really know what was going on as Mettaton pulled him through the hallways until they reached the studio.
Eventually, Mettaton let go of his hand and rolled away. Frisk barely noticed that or when he was being fitted with a lavalier mic.
He stood there staring blankly while praying repeatedly in his mind, "God, what do I do? What do I do? What do I do?"
Meanwhile, in the platformed seats at the front in the very center, Undyne was sitting agitated with her arms and legs crossed while Papyrus could barely contain his excitement.
"Oh, Undyne, this is gonna be so cool," Papyrus said before a thought occurred to him. "Wait, what if they call us on stage? Who do we say we are? Sans wouldn't want us to use our real names. I know! We could pretend to be married! We'll be Mr. and Mrs. Skeleton!"
Undyne who had barely listened to a word Papyrus said up to this point said, "Papyrus, nothing about this feels right."
"What are you talking about? It's fine. Mettaton doesn't want to kill Frisk this time. I think you can relax."
"But I just know he has a plan. Think about it, Papyrus. Even when Frisk has tried to be a pacifist, Mettaton has always tried to kill him and take his soul. This time, maybe he isn't following Alphys' plans or trying to take Frisk's soul, but he is still up to something and because everything has changed in this timeline, we don't know what it is."
"Well, maybe this time, Mettaton doesn't want to hurt Frisk at all. I mean, he hasn't tried anything…"
"That's just it. He never acts like he's going to. Mettaton is never straightforward about it. Frisk figures it out as he goes along."
Papyrus' expression fell as he finally understood the gravity behind Undyne's words.
"So, you're saying Mettaton could still be planning to hurt Frisk," he said.
"Exactly," Undyne replied.
"But, it doesn't have to be that way. Maybe Mettaton will be different this time."
"Somehow, I seriously doubt that."
Suddenly, Mettaton's voice boomed over the loudspeakers.
"Hello, beauties and gentle-beauties! Welcome to the pilot episode of 'Psychology with Mettaton!' Give it up for your host, Mettaton!"
The audience went wild as the curtains rolled back to reveal a comfortable-looking sitting area with a white rug and a turquoise chair and a turquoise couch and a white wall with a large monitor on it.
Mettaton rolled out to thunderous applause from everyone except Undyne and Papyrus who sat and stared nervously.
"Good afternoon, my lovely audience," Mettaton gushed. "Thank you for coming out to see me today! I love every one of you."
Everyone in the audience, including Papyrus, cheered while Undyne rolled her eye.
Mettaton then sat himself down in his chair while waiting for the camera in front to zoom in on his face.
"Now, without further ado, I have a treat for you in honor of the very first pilot episode of 'Psychology with Mettaton,'" Mettaton announced slowly to build up the excitement of the crowd. "Our first guest is someone you may have heard about. He hails from the world on the surface and is currently lodging among us. He is quiet and mysterious, though he means us no harm, and has graciously agreed to spend some time with us today in exchange for some fabulous prizes. Please grant a warm welcome to the human boy, FRISK FOX!"
The audience applauded nervously. They were in shock at the announcement while Undyne and Papyrus were waiting at the edge of their seats.
Backstage, Frisk thought he heard his name being called, but he tuned it out like everything else. Frisk thought he heard it again, but he couldn't will himself to move.
"Go, Frisk," he heard Him say. "You need to."
"I can't," Frisk whispered. "I didn't think this far ahead. What do I even say? What if he asks something personal? I can't tell them everything."
Back on stage, the audience murmured among themselves.
Mettaton calmly got up from his chair and said, "Just a moment, my lovely audience. The human is a bit shy."
Mettaton rolled slowly but briskly stage right to retrieve Frisk.
"Don't be afraid when he asks you anything," the Voice told Frisk. "I'll give you my wisdom and tell you what to say."
Frisk instantly tuned back into reality when he saw Mettaton grab his hand and pull him to the stage behind him. They were quickly on stage greeted by the surprised gasps of the audience. Once he looked at the audience and found his friends, Frisk felt his fears melt away again.
"Sorry about that," Frisk said immediately surprised at how loud his voice was.
"That's fine, darling," Mettaton said letting go of his hand and gesturing to the couch. "Take a seat, Frisk."
Frisk breathed deeply and took his seat while Mettaton took his.
Back in the Ruins around the table laden with numerous adoption papers in Toriel's living room, Sans saw his phone ring. It was Alphys.
"Alphys?" Toriel said looking up from her paperwork. "She's the royal scientist, right?"
"Yeah," Sans said picking up and answering the phone. "I wonder what she wants."
Without stopping to breathe, Alphys said, "Sans, turn on Mettaton's show now."
Sans put it on speaker and immediately looked around for Mettaton's show.
"Sans, what's up?" Toriel asked.
"She told me to look up Mettaton's show," Sans replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Sans, who's…?" Alphys started to ask.
"Queen Toriel," Sans said stressfully as he finally found what he was looking for. "Don't worry. She's cool. She's one of Frisk's future legal guardians."
For a second, Alphys was speechless.
Then she said, "Oh…my…God…Are you really?"
"Yes," Toriel replied gently but firmly. "Just don't tell you-know-who."
"Uh, okay," Alphys responded nervously as Sans pulled up the livestream from Mettaton's website.
"WHAT?!" Sans screamed almost at the top of his lungs while Toriel looked over his shoulder.
"I know," Alphys replied. "I don't know how this happened. I swear to God I had nothing to do with it."
"I told that hunk of metal to have nothing to do with the kid…" Sans said as the fury slowly grew behind his voice.
"I know. I've been trying to reach Mettaton since the show started, but it seems that he instructed his staff to ignore any call from me," Alphys said. "And evidently, from what I've watched so far, Frisk agreed to be on the show himself. So, it's not like he's being held against his will…"
"He's got to be up to something," Toriel chimed in.
"I agree, but what do we do?" Alphys asked. "Frisk agreed to it, so it's not like we can claim he's been kidnapped. We can't stop the show."
"Get up there," Sans said clearing trying to keep his anger under wraps.
"What?" Alphys asked.
"Get up there and keep watch," Sans said as calmly as he could. "I would do it myself, but I can't short-cut to a place I have never seen or been to before. I'll keep watch here."
"Uh, alright," Alphys said. "I'll get as close as I can, and I'll…I'll keep watching."
"We will, too," Sans said hanging up the phone.
He put his phone down, sat in one of the chairs, covered his face with his left hand, and tried to will himself to breathe deeply.
Toriel put a hand on his shoulder and said as calmly as she could, "We'll help Frisk, Sans, but the best thing we can do now is to stay calm and sign all this paperwork. If we do that, then we can take issue as legal guardians. That's what Frisk needs us to do right now. Can you do that?"
Sans sighed deeply, uncovered his face, and said, "You were right."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm more worried about this kid than I've ever been worried about anyone for most of my life. I've only felt that way about Papyrus. I guess that means I'm cut out to be Frisk's big brother after all."
Toriel smiled and got back to work. Sans did the same thing while keeping an eye socket on the livestream.
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