Chương 70: Chapter 70
Once Mettaton jumped out of his trapdoor with Frisk in his arms, he moved so fast that Frisk's tired mind could barely keep up.
Frisk's weary head laid against Mettaton's chest plate as the robot quickly paced through the backstage and gave orders to his subordinates as he passed by. The constant motion was too disorienting to pay attention to. Frisk felt helpless, and his helplessness infuriated him. So, Frisk closed his eyes and tried to listen without falling asleep to curb the disorientation.
While talking to his boss, Inferno noticed the sleeping human.
"Mettaton, is the human okay?" Inferno asked. "He looks exhausted."
Mettaton noticed Frisk dozing against his chest plate and said, "You're right. I guess the sedative his doctor gave him hasn't completely worn off yet."
"Sir, why did your doctor give him a sedative if he was only going to get a physical?" Inferno asked.
"It's a really long story," Mettaton said peeking through the curtain. "But there's no time to tell it. My audience needs me. Inferno, have someone make Frisk a cup of coffee…"
"Mettaton, that's a really bad idea," Inferno interrupted.
"Why?"
"Coffee has a bad effect on children. It makes them extremely hyper. Trust me. I'm a father of three. I know this from experience. You should take him home and put him to bed."
"What? Inferno, I can't cancel a custody battle after all the trouble I went through to get the thing set up and I sure cannot leave him by himself. He's too clever and resourceful. He'll run away again. I have to watch him. FRISK!"
Without thinking, Frisk opened his eyes and looked around for a moment.
"There, Frisk is awake now," Mettaton said with a sly smile while propping Frisk on his hip again. "No worries. Just get him coffee that is low to medium strength. Frisk's mature for his age. He'll be fine."
"Whatever you say, Mettaton," Inferno said reluctantly as he left to order someone to make Frisk a cup of coffee.
Without another word, Mettaton carried Frisk back on-stage to the enthusiastic cheers of the audience. Frisk lifted his head and looked back at them wearily.
"My son has returned from his doctor's appointment," Mettaton said placing Frisk back in his spot on the couch and handing him his water bottle from earlier. "Frisk is quite tired from the ordeal, so you'll have to forgive him for not being very enthusiastic right now. The doctor has confirmed that he is underweight and anemic, but as long as he keeps getting fed, Frisk should be okay."
The audience applauded happily. Frisk ignored them, curled up on the couch with his back to the audience, and struggled to stay awake as he stared at the monitor feed of Papyrus and Undyne.
Frisk prayed and ignored Mettaton while he tried to figure out what to do next. His last stunt had bought his friends some time, but they got caught and Frisk was too drugged to do anything for them now. He prayed for an idea, anything that could possibly help.
A bony finger tapped on his shoulder. Frisk looked up and saw a skeleton wearing a headset. Without a word, he handed him a hot beverage in a to-go cup and walked away.
Frisk eyed the cup curiously as Mettaton said to the departing skeleton, "Thanks for the coffee, Calibri!"
The latter gave him a thumbs up and disappeared backstage.
Mettaton looked at Frisk and said, "Enjoy the coffee, darling. It should pep you up in no time."
Frisk tried taking a sip, but the beverage burned his tongue. He took a sip from the water bottle to cool it down.
"It's hot, dear. Be careful," Mettaton said before turning back to his audience. "Now, if there are no more interruptions, let's get back to the show and our lovely contestants…"
Back on the obstacle course, the guards surrounding Papyrus and Undyne suddenly disappeared as Mettaton announced, "On to the next challenge, my lovely contestants! The show is back on!"
"What have you done with Frisk?!" Undyne yelled while jumping to her feet.
"Yeah," Papyrus said doing the same thing. "You better not have hurt him, or we will be very upset!"
Mettaton's monitor flew up to them and said, "Don't worry. He's fine. All I did was take him to see a doctor. Honest. See for yourselves."
The camera turned to Frisk curled up on the couch sipping the coffee and grimacing at its bitter taste. He looked at the camera and tiredly gave his friends a thumbs up.
Undyne silently burned in anger while Papyrus worried. They knew what had happened from Sans but seeing Frisk's weary body recovering from sedation and trying to push through was something else.
The camera cut back to Mettaton who asked, "There, are you satisfied?"
"OF COURSE NOT!" Undyne screamed before returning to her eerily calm tone. "But for now, I can keep myself content with the image of your pathetic face when you lose."
After a moment of awkward silence, Mettaton said, "Okay, then…On to the next challenge!"
The monitor flew away and a path lit up leading them to their next challenge.
"Alright, stay on your toes, Papyrus," Undyne said walking ahead. "We don't know what that glorified calculator is going to do."
"Uh, yes, we do," Papyrus said following behind her. "We know from Frisk's memories what he's going to do next. If the first challenge was a quiz show, then the next challenge should be the cooking show. We'll have to use a jetpack to get the human soul substitute."
"Papyrus," Undyne began cautiously. "Maybe the last challenge was exactly what King Jackass put Frisk through last time, but we can't be sure that he's going to do the same thing in the…"
"NOW FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE!" Mettaton announced through his flying monitor as they approached a tall tower of desks. "You must reach the top of these desks to get the filled out and unsigned adoption papers on top. To reach it, you will have to…HEY!"
Before Mettaton could finish explaining the challenge, Undyne had materialized a spear that flew to the top of the tower of desks, pierced through the adoption papers, and carried them down to where she and Papyrus were standing.
The spear dissolved allowing Undyne to clutch the adoption papers in her hand as Papyrus stood there in stunned amazement.
Back on-stage, Frisk chuckled quietly to himself awaking Mettaton and the audience from their dumbfounded stupor.
"My lovely contestants," Mettaton replied on the monitor not trying to conceal his disapproval. "You cheated…"
"No, they didn't!" Frisk yelled off-screen. "All you said was they had to get the papers off the top of the desk! You never said they had to climb the desks to get them! Did you?"
Mettaton glanced over at Frisk who fidgeted with his empty coffee cup and smirked back at him.
After giving him another disapproving glance that he promptly ignored, Mettaton turned back to the monitor, leaned back dramatically in his chair, and said, "So, it appears my son is right…"
"I'm not your son," Frisk said off-screen.
Mettaton ignored the comment and continued, "I guess I'll have to give you that one. Now, if you would like a pen to sign the papers, you will have to continue to the next challenges."
The monitor flew away as another path lit up.
"Gotta go," Frisk said climbing off the couch and dashing off-stage.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" Mettaton yelled after him.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Frisk replied.
"Inferno, please go with him," Mettaton ordered as Frisk disappeared and he silently wondered what had gotten into his child.
Meanwhile, back on the obstacle course, Undyne and Papyrus were walking ahead and beaming in their victory.
"Undyne," Papyrus squealed in excitement. "That was so badass!"
"Thanks," Undyne replied. "It looks like you were right all along. You don't happen to remember the next challenge. Do ya?"
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