A/N: Yep, that picture above was drawn by me (It looks better in person, although her back looks kind of broken XP) This is what Frisk's dress looks like for the Coronation. The dress is not mine, I just stumbled across it while looking at Tumblr. The dress was originally drawn by Witch of Light-thecatatonic, I just redrew it as best as I could and added Frisk's features. The reason I chose the dress was because it was called "Megalovania", so I was like 'What could be better?', Hope you guys enjoy the chapter ~Rachie <3

[ Normal POV ]

Mettaton kept a firm grip on Frisk's wrist as he dragged her through Snowdin. He pulled her all the way to his resort in Hotland, better known as the MTT Resort. The robot was fawned over and praised as he entered the building and Frisk just shrunk behind him, not wanting to be seen.

"No time for chit-chat I'm afraid. I have duties to attend to darlings~" He purred, placing a hand over his forehead in fake distress. The girl just rolled her eyes when she heard the crowd sigh in disappointment. 

When all of the fans finally departed from their favorite idol, Mettaton proceeded to drag the poor girl to a giant, dark room. She couldn't see anything and didn't feel anything around her, what scared her the most was not knowing the location of that skeezy robot.

"I think we'll be safe in here... We only have limited time, so let's get a move on~!" Frisk heard the robot say from across the room. A few seconds later all of the lights were switched on, revealing the room.

It was a gallery of colorful dresses, ranging from all kinds of different colors, designs, and lengths. As hard as it was not to focus on the beautiful array of dresses, she focused more on his earlier statement. 

"Safe? From who?" Frisk questioned, placing her hands on her hips. Mettaton raised an eyebrow, but followed up with a knowing smirk.

"Sans, who else? He can teleport wherever he wants, and knowing that you're somewhere alone with me probably bothers him. So let's get started darling~!" He urged.

Without giving the girl anymore time to question whatever had just happened, he pulled her behind a curtain and told her to disrobe while he searched for suitable dresses. 

Frisk was a strong, independent girl, so Mettaton looked for darker dresses to present her maturity. After about half an hour of searching, he decided on a dark, long-sleeved, royal blue dress with highlights on the corset, sleeves, and train. It was tight enough to show off all the curves she'd been blessed with, yet loose enough to grant her comfort- or at least as much comfort one can have in a dress. Fluffy, brown fur lined the train of the dress and hugged the silhouette of her hips.

Mettaton raced back to the waiting maiden, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

"Darling~! I found it! The perrrrrrfect dress!" He says dramatically, rolling the 'r' way longer than needed. 

Without looking behind the curtain, he passed the dress back to Frisk who looks at the garb with uncertainty. But, Mettaton always had a perfect sense of fashion, so she decided to trust his judgement, just this once. 

. . .

Once she got the dress on, butterflies rapidly swarmed her stomach. There was no mirror in the changing room, she might've looked like a fool without even knowing! But it felt good. It was loose enough to allow her to move freely, yet hugged her body in all the right places.

"Are you done darling~?" 

"Y-Yeah..."

"Then get out here!" The robot urged, elated to see her appearance.

She obeyed the command, slowly walking towards the curtain to push it aside. As soon as she did, Mettaton let out a giant gasp and ran over to her, looking at every inch of beauty the dress granted. 

"Darling! You look absolutely fantastic~!"  The  robot cooed, feeling good about his suggestion. 

His compliments lifted a giant weight off her shoulders. She knew Mettaton would be frank about whether it suited her or looked like a mistake. 

He quickly shuffled away into another part of the large dress gallery and came back a few seconds later, holding a mirror. Frisk hesitantly approached, unsure of what to expect in the reflection that would present itself as soon as she stepped in front of the object.

Mettaton had taken enough of her stalling and finally just pulled her in front of it. 

She gasped and covered her mouth, taking in the sight of herself in such a magnificent outfit. Mettaton squealed at her excitement and began to circle around her, admiring the patterns and fabric. 

"You know Frisk," The robot started, wrapping a metal arm around her shoulder. "You could get any man you wanted wearing this dress~"

"W-What?!" She stuttered, her face already turning crimson.

"Are you telling me there's not even one guy you have a crush on in the Underground?" He questioned, placing a hand on his hip. 

"I don't get what you mean!" 

Mettaton let out a sigh and allowed a tiny smile to tug at his robotic lips. Frisk was too innocent for her own good.

"Frisk, darling~, haven't you ever just felt your heart pound uncontrollably around someone? Like, every time you see that person you just want to give them a hug? There has to be someone." He lectured, hoping anything would pop into the young girl's mind. 

And something did.

Frisk's cheeks turned a darker crimson and her mind began coming up with excuses. 

Sans. He always bartered her thoughts- even though she didn't want him there! She would act nervously around him at random times without any reasons! Her eyes would even absent-mindedly follow him when there was nothing interesting to look at!

Mettaton howled with laughter at the sight of a flustered Frisk, he knew exactly what the expressions she was making meant. 

"Ohhh~ So who's the lucky guy?" He coaxed, genuinely wanting to know.

Cornered by the robot, Frisk felt like she had no other choice than to confess. She sucked at lying, so he'd see right through her facade anyway. 

"Y-You won't tell?" She questioned seriously, rubbing her hands together in a nervous manor. 

"I promise." 

"Not even Papyrus?"

Mettaton had to think on that one. He told Papyrus everything; good, bad, or ugly. But, for this kind of information, he'd just have to keep his mouth shut.

"I promise." He finally agreed. 

Frisk sighed, still shaking from the information she was about to release. 

" ... " She murmured.

"I-I'm sorry darling, what was that?" Mettaton asked curiously, leaning a little bit closer.

"Sans." She whispered.

"One more time?" 

Frisk took in a shaky breath, clenching her fists. She didn't want to say it again. Sans could be anywhere with his teleportation power! What if... what if he heard? What if he never spoke to her again. But, Mettaton had already promised, so she'd hold up her end as well. 

"I think I like Sans!" She yelled in a hushed voice. 

Mettaton gasped and flailed wildly as if he had just heard the world's biggest secret. How he'd manage to keep this a secret from Papyrus, he had no idea. The way Sans and Frisk always hung around each other and shared puns, he had no idea how he never saw it before!

"Darling~! That's amazing! Here, go get undressed, then we can talk about this interesting development!"

She did as told, now carrying the dress in a gift box, then returned to where Mettaton stood.

He directed her to a lounging area that sat in a corner of the large, secluded room. Once seated, he stared at Frisk, waiting to hear her love story.

"What do you like about him?" The robot smirked, eyeing her reactions. 

"W-Well, he's really-"

"Frisk!"

Sans burst into the room, his left eye socket completely engulfed with blue flames. He was panting heavily and had one of the most concerned looks either of them had ever seen him give. 

Confessing that you may actually harbor feelings towards a close friend of yours fills you with determination.