Fallen Under

Hotland- Maze

Purple bricks and purple floor was soon replaced with dark blue bricks and dark blue floor. A small castle rose up to their left with a tall staircase leading down from the first tower to the ground in which Frisk stood upon.

"OH? THAT HUMAN..." Their attention was turned upward. Mettaton, in a pretty blue dress, peeked out from behind a corner. "COULD IT BE? MY ONE TRUE LOVE?" Mettaton lifted up the hem of his dress and descended from the tower. Upon approaching the human, he began to sing and swirl around the little place. Forcefields blocked any true escape. "Oh my love. Please run away. Monster king... forbids your stay. Humans must... live far apart. Even if it breaks my heart. They'll put you in the dungeon. It'll suck and then you'll die a lot. Really sad... you're gunna die... cry, cry, cry... so sad it's happening." He set his hand on his chest where his heart could be and then waved his hand to Frisk and Flowey in a dramatic manner. Behind them, a star shot across the starry night that was projected on the wall. "SO SAD. SO SAD THAT YOU ARE GOING TO THE DUNGEON. WELL, TOODLES!" He whipped out a little rectangular device and pressed a button. The floor underneath Flowey and Frisk vanished.

The two yelled in fright as they were dumped onto the hard ground below. Frisk shook their hand and stood up. Mettaton lowered himself to the ground. "OH NO. WHATEVER SHALL I DO?" Mettaton asked with a melodramatic flick of his hand on his head. "MY LOVE HAS BEEN CAST AWAY INTO THE DUNGEON. A DUNGEON WITH A PUZZLE SO DASTARDLY THAT MY PARAMOUR WILL SURELY PERISH!" They looked to the right where the puzzle lay.

"The colored tile maze?" Flowey hissed in shock. He narrowed his eyes and began mapping it out.

"O, HEAVENS HAVE MERCY! THE HORRIBLE COLORED TILE MAZE! EACH COLOR TILE HAS ITS OWN SADISTIC FUNCTION. FOR EXAMPLE, A GREEN TILE SOUNDS A NOISE THAT ATTRACTS A MONSTER YOU HAVE TO FIGHT! RED TILES WILL... ACTUALLY, HAVEN'T WE SEEN THIS PUZZLE BEFORE?" Mettaton paused for a moment. "YES WE HAVE! YOU REMEMBER THE RULES, RIGHT? GREAT... THEN I WON'T WASTE MY TIME REPEATING THEM! OH, AND IF YOU DON'T COMPLETE THIS PUZZLE IN 30 SECONDS, YOU'LL BE BURNED TO DEATH BY THIS FIRE WALL!"

Frisk looked back. A wall of fire appeared behind them.

Mettaton laughed, "OH NO! I'M SO RAKED WITH GRIEF THAT I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING! GOOD LUCK, DARLING!" A timer dropped from floor of the area from which they had been ejected.

"Okay. I got it. Follow my lead!" Flowey hissed. "Once he says go... go!" Mettaton sang in the background. Neither Frisk nor Flowey payed attention to him. Frisk landed on the first tile- pink. "Okay, up one. Go right three more. Down one. Through the water. Down one, right six. Up three, follow the water. Down two more. Right two more. Up one, right three. Right one. Down one, into the water. Right two more. Up two more, right one, down three. Right three. Up three. Ow! Okay, down three. Right three. Up two more, right four- right into water. Down three. Now follow the green tiles." Frisk walked as fast as they could without tripping. Each tile made a noise, though from all the noise around them, Frisk could not detect what it was.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Mettaton cried. "YOU MADE IT THROUGH THE PUZZLE! AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE FLAMES WILL BE DEACTIVATED!" The flames died immediately. "NO MORE FIRE! BUT IT'S AS THE PHRASE GOES: 'OUT OF FIRE AND INTO THE FRYING PAN.' SINCE YOU COMPLETED THE PUZZLE, I DEACTIVATED THE FLAMES. BUT YOU STEPPED ON GREEN TILES. NOW YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGHT A MONSTER. AND THAT MONSTER IS ME!" Mettaton descended from the air and hit the ground in front of them. Mettaton attacks!

Frisk's cracked soul appeared before them. "Um... I don't know about this Flowey."

"Mettaton- Attack 30, Defense 999. HP ??? His metal body still renders him invulnerable to attack."