Mettaton x Reader

Two Sides of One Coin(Part 1)

Two Sides of One Coin

By oriental "Dragon" beast

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Your eyes remained trained on the TV, a slight glare in your eyes as you stared on towards the screen as 'he' began his next performance. Watching him go on and go on, honestly made your blood boil. This man... This monster, from below the surface, one day showed up and promptly took your spot on the world stage as a star and performer. You hated him, hate with a burning passion that made your heart pump while your soul grew in tension.

Soon though, you're anger blew over as his performances finally came to an end. "Thank you Darlings for watching~! And a thank you once more to those at home for tuning in who couldn't be here live~! I still love and appreciate you~! Bye for now~!" And with one final wave, he left as the curtains were drawn and the show ended. An MTT brand commercial came next which revealed where and when his next show would be happening.

Not wanting to see much else, you promptly left your couch and angrily made your way to your kitchen. Once there, you retrieve a glass from one of the cupboards above the sink and washed it before pouring yourself a drink. Taking a seat on a small stool beside the tiny island you had in your kitchen, you glared at the marble surface as you're mind went on and on about how much you hated Mettaton.

Mettaton had, just a year ago, been hardly known outside of "New" New Home, the monster town where Monsters lived in. But once humans allowed Monsters more freedoms outside, he took to the human stage and crushed all competition with little effort. He was just too unique...

A Robot, a cyborg, who was rumoured to be a ghost? A Cyborg who could dance, who could sing, who was both so much fun and entertaining and was quite the showman? Hardly anyone could match. Well... Except for a few, and one of those few was you.

Admittingly, you admired Mettaton at first. You had to admit, he definitely was worthy of stardom and his status. He had worked hard and earned his place, however, did that mean that because HE was so great now you had to be pushed away? You earned your place too! You were much like Mettaton, with your multiple shows and performances, live concerts and quiz shows! You had done it all and done it well.

But now, now your name was no longer the only one people searched for when they were curious. No longer was your name alone on signs of billboards across the street. No longer were your posters the only ones held up at the "Grand Theater" where you first made your appearances. No longer were your plays and live shows the only ones attended by the masses...

Now, many had flocked to Mettaton's instead, leaving you with only your most hardcore fans and supports from way before Mettaton first appeared. But even some of them couldn't help but watch or enjoy some of Mettaton's shows.

Now after a while, it got worse. Now, many places didn't even feature your shows. You often found your posters laying along the sidewalks, sometimes being trampled or stepped on. Honestly, every time you remember seeing the ruined posters and it...

You sighed before scoffing, then wiped the single tear away. 'Is this how my career will end? It just a year, swept below the rug and forgotten?' You clenched your teeth, your fist balled up but only for a moment before you simply let it all out in a sigh and went to put your cup away. 'No use getting mad...' You thought as you made your way towards your bedroom.

Once there, you checked your PC, seeing if any messages from your agent came in and you felt a smile tug at your lips. A message was waiting for you, telling you that you had received an offer for a new show! Or more rather, to appear one which would be an interview! This could be your big break! You're chance to get back some of the spotlights.

If you ended up on an especially popular talk show, you could end up getting more viewers and end up finding a larger audience for your shows. Without another word, you grabbed your phone off your nightstand and dialled your agent's number.

And they quickly picked up. "Hello (Name), what-" "I'll accept that request! When is it and where!?" "-um, it's down at the Grand Theater? On broadway. A full house!" You're smiled grew widely, feeling the excitement grow. "REALLY!?! Perfect!" "But- But there is an issue!" You went quiet but quickly asked. "What?"

"..."

"It's hosted by Mettaton..."

" ..."

"Y-You're kidding..."

"I'm sorry (Name), but you know I don't kid."

"... crap..."

"Should I ref-"

"NO! No... I... I will think about it. I'll give you my answer tonight."

"Alright (Mr/Ms). (Name). You have at least a month until it happens anyway, so you have plenty of time to decide.

"Thank you (Agent Name). Goodbye, and take care."

With that, the call ended however left you silent, you're mind filled with a mixer of anger, sadness but also... hope.

(Will Continue onto Part 2)