Flip My Switch [Mettaton x Reader]

Chapter DOCE

“I can't take you anywhere,” you complained as you walked through your front door,your arms loaded with bags of store bought groceries.

“What do you mean, darling? I'm delightful company!” Mettaton argued as he followed you in, carrying far more than you did. You were lucky that your roommate was a robot.

As you struggled to set everything down without breaking it, you responded, “You literally offered an autograph to the cashier!”

“Well, they obviously wanted one. Did you see the way they were staring?”

“That's because you're hot pink, six foot whatever, and a mcfreaking robot,” you exclaimed, laughing slightly at his obliviousness. You opened the fridge for Frisk so she could put the milk inside as you laughed at Mettaton's shocked expression.

“Please, beautiful, you know you love me.”

You were completely certain that your heart skipped one, if not more beats. You didn't, you didn't love him, right? And that was something friends always say to each other, so he was joking. He had to be. After a second, you shot back with, “Eh, you're pushing it a bit, Glitterbot. I'd say it's more toleration than anything. I tolerate you.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Thanks. I tolerate you, too.”

“Now you're getting it,” you joked in an encouraging tone, “Now help out a bit. Earn your stay or I'll kick you and your legs out of here.”

“I was not built for this,” he grumbled, begrudgingly helping you.

“Well then, what were you…” You noticed a familiar figure that you had neglected to notice before on the sofa and trailed off.

Frisk noticed your drifting attention and followed your gaze, exclaiming, “Papa!”

Mettaton was completely forgotten, as was the task at hand, and you rushed over to your father, who was now standing and laughing about your surprise.

He lifted Frisk into the air and you approached, more confused than anything.

“Dad, what are you, why are you here?” He set Frisk down on her feet again with a beam.

“Why is Frisk here? She's been gone for so long, unless…” He trailed off, looking at you.

“No, she's only been here for a month or so,” you defended, giving him a brief hug, “Really, why are you here?” You could tell it. He wasn't there for Frisk, but now he wanted her again. He had a right to after all, he was her father. But still, you weren't ready to give her up. Not yet.

“I just wanted to surprise you. Can't I visit my,” he stopped abruptly, “Who's that?” He pointed at Mettaton, still standing apart from you.

Even without looking, you could tell that he was about to launch into his grand introduction, and struggled to force the amused grin off of your face. Your father gave you a look as Mettaton spoke. You ignored him.

When it seemed as though Mettaton was going on a little too excessively, you cut him off to say, “That's Mettaton.”

“He's our friend,” Frisk put in.

“Something seems a little off about him,” your father speculated.

“He's a,” you couldn't bring yourself to say the word. It seemed wrong. “He's from the underground.”

“I can speak for myself, darling,” Mettaton said, sounding slightly annoyed as he approached you.

“As you so helpfully demonstrated,” you quipped, ignoring his “hmph” and turning your attention back to your father. “I guess we should get you all caught up, huh?”