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   I was watching Mettaton fight a human. It was so entertaining. Suddenly, the fighting stopped. Mettaton posed, "Ohoho! Look at these ratings! This is the most views I've ever haaad~ We've reached the viewer call-in milestone! One lucky viewer will have the chance to talk to me!" I immediately reached for my cellphone and dialed the number. He wrapped a bit of hair around his finger, "Let's see who calls in first~!" The phone was dialing as I rapidly thought to myself, "please be me, please be me." "Hi, you're on TV! What do you have to say?" He answered me. This is the happiest moment of my life, "Hi, Mettaton! " I said happily. "Hello," h

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK *(Y/N)'s P.O.V* Things were getting harder. The puzzles grew more complex, the monsters harder to sweet talk. And without any words of encouragement from Toriel things weren't looking so easy. I had my first fight with Undyne not to long ago, I barely escaped with my life. I had hope that was going to be enough for the old woman to receive my call, but alas it was hopeless. I sighed as I pushed the phone into my pocket as I continued walking through the maze like hallways. Alphys was making a surprising amount of mistakes though I couldn't blame her. This place did look rather

'Thurston' you mouthed frantically. Al nodded, ripping off the bottom part of Thurston's shirt and staunching the blood flow.  You began to hyperventilate, then, you realized what you had to do.  Your gaze darkened and you stormed out of the room, grabbing Al's bat and marching up to Paul's bedroom door. Inside the room, Paul expected you to be worrying about Thurston too much to be worried about coming after him.  You Outside his door, you took the bat, and swung.  It crashed against the wooden door, splintering the oak in the process. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Paul yelped, standing up quickly.  You slammed the nail infested bat against the door