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Well, it was the day of the dinner party Mettaton had mentioned, and there you stood before the mirror. Your reflection portrayed the elegant white dress with rhinestones that shaped hearts around the bust. Needless to say, you were pleased with your image, and you felt a surge of confidence in yourself. The past week, you had been nervous about meeting new friends of Mettaton’s. You assumed they would be of high class, or a big hit celebrity, or just a downright judgemental snob, but now, you looked like you belonged in high society. The epitome of elegance was reflected back to you, the occasional dazzle of jewelry shining back. Your self-admiration was interrupted by the buzz of your phone.
*Hello, Darling! I’m in the lobby now!
*So excited!!! <3 <3 <3
Ah shoot, you were hoping to meet him down there when he showed up. Oh well, you figured, maybe a grand entrance from the elevator will suffice.
As the elevator doors slid open, Mettaton stood a short distance, beaming with an eager grin. Well, that confirmed that he wasn’t lying about his excitement in the text. He fancied a tuxedo with a hot pink bow-tie, and was basically classier than you. You smiled and approached him, taking his offered arm.
“Ah Darling, you look exquisite! I could just eat you up!” he cooed.
“Thanks! You look amazing, too!” you giggled out, to which you noticed he lifted a brow and a sleek smirk.
As the two of you seated yourselves in the limo, Mettaton told the driver where-to, to which was his penthouse. You began to feel slightly nervous again, as you’d never been to his home before. You weren’t quite sure what to expect.
“Ooooh this is so exciting! You finally get to visit my fabulous abode! I’m sure you’ll love it! I know I do!” he went off, ending on a tiny boast. You held a hand to your mouth and chuckled. This was the sort of thing you had got used to, and in fact, admired. He definitely had the floor to boast, as successful as he had made it on the surface.
The entrance to the parking lot was gated, and you sat for a moment for the gates to open. Gazing up from the window, a towering high-rise gazed back down on you. Your jaw dropped, and you glanced to Mettaton, who bit his bottom lip in a wide smile at you. His shoulders were drawn rather high, and his arms stiff. Unable to resist, you laughed at his giddiness, and gazed back at the high rise.
Finally pulling in, Mettaton quickly climbed past you and held the door open for you. Stepping out, you almost fell back when you stood before the front doors. From the giant glass window that surrounded the front doors, you could see into the lobby of the high-rise. Inside, a giant glass chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center, balconies lined the walls, and the furniture was chic. The brightness of the gold and whites could almost blind you. After a lengthy walk across the room, the two of you reached the elevator and made your way up. Even the elevator was glamorous in white and gold, the edge of the elevator being a window that opened to the city sinking below you.
The doors slid open, and you were met with a large hallway that ended in a large double door. You glanced to Mettaton, who was loving every moment of your amazement. Once to the doors, he opened them to you to reveal yet another breath-taking view. The scheme of his living room was white, with variations of pink accents, and some black. The entirety of a wall was a huge window with doors to a balcony. All of his furniture looked as if they were bought as a custom modern-chic set. Probably was to be honest. His kitchen followed the same scheme, with its own mesmerizing bar and dining area as well. You also noticed another door that led outside to a roof deck sporting a jacuzzi. All the decorations were following a modern theme, all the sudden edges of everything giving off a dramatic feel. Definitely a suite with as much personality as Mettaton himself, to say the least.
“So, what do you think Darling? It’s positively wonderful!” he exclaimed as he made his way to your side again. Apparently the wonder of his home captivated you to the point of looking around to your own accord.
“Mettaton! I can’t believe you live here! Well, I can, but I mean.. Everything is so incredible!” you replied enthusiastically, his expression obviously satisfied. “How do you just not stay inside here all day every day?” you questioned.
“As lovely as it is, Darling, there are some sights worth leaving my residence. I might not have to now that she’s here!” he cooed at you with a wink, and there went your cheeks getting all red again. You took a moment to look around again, and met Mettaton with a confused expression.
“So, where are your friends?” you asked.
“Oh! They won’t be here for another hour or so! I just need you here early… well…” his fans began to whirr, and he rubbed the back of his head nervously as his eyes shifted around. Your mind raced in all the gutters.
“...I just really want to do your makeup Darling!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands and leaning down to you begging. “Pretty please , Darling?!”
You silently sighed of relief, and mentally scolded yourself for letting your mind wander. Well, it’s not like you would have done much to deny any advances of that nature, you supposed. Wait, yes you would, you guys aren’t even a thing, let alone getting busy. But, maybe not, remember that ro-butt? Okay, shut up. You glanced up to Mettaton after pulling yourself out of your thoughts, only to meet a gaze that seemed to have read your mind. His quick wink to you was a silent way of letting you know that he knew what crossed your mind.
“Ah, I suppose it’s alright” you replied, hoping to dismiss the situation entirely.
“Oh yes! Excellent!” he cheered, clapping his hands, and almost dragging you away.
You were met with a dressing room, walls lined in all his products of clothing, hair products, and make-up. Seated at his black and hot pink vanity lined in lights, he left and came back with numerous palettes of powders and creams. Half this stuff you didn’t even know what was for, just the basic foundations, lipsticks, eyeliners, and eye shadows. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d tied his up in a bun to keep his bangs out of the way. It was rather cute if you were honest.
After about 40 minutes of him moving your face in slight angles and working his magic, you were face to face with a gorgeous stranger. Making sure it was still you, you leaned in, tilting your face around. Your cheeks soft, and your eyes fierce. The black wings of eye liner perfectly faded into black eye shadow, and then to shimmering pink to form the cat-eye look. Your lips were almost an exact match of pink as your eyeshadow.
“Mettaton, can I hire you as my morning makeup artist everyday?” you asked in bewilderment at yourself, still inspected every detail with admiration.
“Sorry hun, flattered, but I have a tight schedule~!” he chuckled with a wink.
Then, there was a buzz at the door. Only the buzz played a chime in the tune of his game-show theme. You couldn’t help but let a soft giggle out upon hearing it.
“Oooh! That must be them! Just in time, too!” he cheered, fixing his hair before going to the door.
Let’s hope Mettaton has friends as nice as the ones you share already, you thought.