For the next few weeks, you spent most of your time hanging out with Mettaton and recording episodes of the new show, which had not yet been named. You noticed that in the show, Mettaton was quite flirty with you.
     After spending so much time with him, you realized he was much more different from when he's on stage.
     One day, you and your new close friend, Mettaton, decided to go to Sans and Papyrus's house to hang out. You've always wanted to be friends with them, but you were too shy. But, now that you've been hanging out with Mettaton, you're more socially active.
       You and Mettaton walked up to the house, and knocked on the front door. The door opened, revealing Papyrus. "HELLO, (Y/N).HELLO,METTATON!"
      You smiled at him and said, "Hello, Papyrus."
     Mettaton shook Papyrus's hand and said, "Hello, Papyrus, darling!"
     Papyrus invited you guys in, and  you both sat on the couch. You noticed Mettaton was sitting quite close to you.
      After a few minutes of talking, Sans walked in. "Hi, (Y/N). Hi Mettaton."
       "Hello, Sansy, dear!" Said Mettaton.
       You got up to shake hands with him, when you tripped on a sock. You closed your eyes, ready for impact, but you felt nothing. Nothing but cold metal. Mettaton had caught you before you even went close to falling.
      You looked up at him, and blushed. You noticed how adorable he looked from that angle. He helped you lean back up, and back on your feet.
      "Careful, now, darling! We don't want you getting hurt, do we?" He said, smirking.
      You heard Sans whisper something to Papyrus, and his face lit up. You couldn't hear what he said, but you knew it was about you.
     Mettaton sat back down, and you asked if you could go to the restroom. You walked quickly to the bathroom, and rinsed your face off, hoping it would stop you from blushing. You took out a little journal from your pocket, and began to write what had just happened in it.
      After a few minutes of writing, the door to the bathroom opened up. It was Mettaton. "Oh my god Mettaton, I could've been doing something in here! Learn how to knock!"
      "My apologies, darling, you were just gone for so long, I got worried!" He looked a bit embarrassed, but tried to cover it up.
      "Sigh, it's okay, Mettaton. Did I really take that long? I've just been writing in my journal..." You asked him, not noticing how long you took to write.
     Mettaton checked a clock in the corner of the bathroom, which you never noticed was there, and said, "About twenty minutes, darling".
      You realized how long that was and said, "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't notice, and-"
     Mettaton cut you off. "Darling, it's fine! I was just worried!"
       He looked at the little journal, then looked at you. "So, what do you write in that little journal of yours, dear?"
       You weren't sure what to tell him. "Well...Uh...I guess I just write whatever comes to mind...Stories, and things that's happened to me, usually..."
      He smirked a bit and said dramatically, "Oh, darling, you were writing about me, weren't you?" He put his hand on his chest dramatically. "Oh, how nice of you, my dear!"
      You giggled, but at the same time you were nervous because you really were writing about him!
      He giggled too, and you couldn't help but blush at his awfully cute robotic laugh. He held his hand out, and said, "Come on, darling, the others are waiting for us!"