You open the door slowly and cautiously, making sure that if there was any danger, it wouldn't get to you. But there was no danger. Just the shopkeeper chasing after her sisters kid. You walk inside to get a better look.

"Get down from there!" The shopkeeper yells. The kid is sitting on the top shelf, just barely out of reach, rebelliously knocking things off. "Stop that!" Soon the kid gets bored and jumps down.
"Thats right. Come here." The shopkeeper picks up her sisters kid and walks out the store to go return it. You wonder if she knew you were there.
You wander around the store to check out any new supplies or foods she has. Nothing really out of the ordinary but the smell still brings you home. Sweet, sweet Cinnabunnies.

The shopkeeper walks in and notices you. "Hey there, hun! Been a while since I seen you. What you been..." Her voice trails for a second. " Hey, what happened to you? You're all soaked!"

You tell her of the incident.

"Oh. Poor Irene. She's been through quite alot. How's that boy of yours, hmm? Must be awful nice having your boy be the biggest hot shot of the underground. I bet he spoils you in riches and fancy clothes. Mmm. What I wouldn't give for a sugar daddy like that." She laughs and goes to pick up the mess the kid made. "Ya know I've seen you all over that tv my daughter has. You look so darn cute in all that fancy clothes and makeup." She contiunues to ramble on and on. Changing topics like no tomorrow. You go to the fridge and pick up a few bicicles. You wait a few minutes as she rambles, and rambles, and rambles. You sneeze.

"Bless you darlin'. Ya know you look so troubled. Perhaps I'm saying too much. You're never one for a conversation." No you're not. "Heck you're one of the least talkative people in town." You are. "Remember that time we had to dig you out from under the porch cuz you got stuck? You were under there for 3 days before one of those kids got you out. You were so scared to inconvenience somebody by asking for help." You're not very brave am you... "And remember that time my sister got 200g out of you for forgetting to bring back her pencil after class? Momma wasn't happy 'bout it, but boy did she push you around."

She takes the bicicles and wrings them up. You pay and leave. She was still talking when you walked through the door. You start to think about your behavior as you walk through Snowdin.  Have you really been yourself lately? You're not stubborn, or loud, or talkative even. Is that why he's been so mad at you? Because you haven't been youself? But even if that were the case, he still wouldn't look at you so hostile. Right?

Mettatons anger has gotten out of hand. And your behavior must've been infuriating and very hard to deal with. You know Sans means well, but your thinking, maybe it's time to give up the charade and come clean. Surely Mettaton will understand, he has to.

Later at dinner that evening.

"Hey..." You say quietly picking at your dinner.

He glances up at you. "Yes, darling?"

"Can we have a serious talk?"

He puts his fork down and rests his head on the back of his hands. "I'm all ears." He says.

"I, um, I want to, um, apologize for the way I've been, um, the way I've been acting. Sans said," His eyebrows rose. "Sans said that if I acted the opposite of who I was then you would, um, you would love me more. But I dont, um, I don't really think that that, um, that that worked." You glance around the room nervously, occasionally catching his glance. "I'm sorry."

You wait quietly for Mettatons response. He's looking down, with a "well that hurt but im not going to show it" expression. He leans back in his chair and folds his hands, resting them on the table. He still won't look at you. You begin to worry and fidget with your fingers. He glances up at you.

"You said, Sans, told you to act like that?" He crosses his legs and rests his head on one arm. (Like how a jarl sits in skyrim but slightly disapointed)

You nod your head.

"Mmm." He nods. "Well, I can't say I'm not disapointed. I mean you have terrible acting skills. But Sans? I thought I told you my opinions on him. I told you he only acts the way he does because he loves you and is jealous that I got to you first. Everything that he has said about me I can guarentee is nasty and negative. He's tricked your little mind into thinking that everything that you have done will make me love you more when you already had all of it." He pauses and sits up straight. " My darling. If you want to keep my love, I suggest you cut him out of your life. And stay here with me." He stands up, walks to you, and takes your hand. " Thank you for apoligizing and telling me about everything. And I'm sorry for my crude and nasty behaivior." He steps in front of you, puts his hands on both sides of the chair and leans in forward until his lips and eyes are only an inch away. "But, can we agree that our relationship needs, more, in it?"

He puts one hand on the side of your face and pulls you to him. His lips are soft and plush. So warm and inviting. He kisses you repeatedly as he rubs your thighs and licking your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth and let him explore. The sweet feelings are almost overwhelming. He hooks his thumbs into your pants and starts to pull them down.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Theres loud sudden thumping at the door.

The loud thumping at the door fills you with fear.