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Mettaton had decided to go for a walk through Waterfall. And by decided, what it actually meant was he was kicked out of the lab by Undyne again. He really was sick of their constant cuddling. They're constant need to be alone despite nothing happening 90% of the time, he could tell. But more than anything, he was sick of being alone. Going to Waterfall and finding a secluded, empty section he's claimed as His Space always helped him calm down and not resort to violence.
When he got near His Space, he felt something strange. Like someone else had found it. Like he wasn't alone. He instinctively moved his lower arms over his glass core, hiding his soul, and stepped in ready to fight.
He was far from ready for what he saw, however.
In His Space, in the area he thought he could get away with anything to do with sex and/or romance, was a skeleton. At least, Mettaton guessed it was a skeleton, by most of how it looked. It kinda reminded him of Guard Papyrus, except there were too many different things. For starters, this guy had a weird cape-jacket that didn't cover most of his ribs. He also had... Leather leggings? And belts? But more interesting than all of that was his odd glowing pink torso. If it wasn't for the situation, both currently and in Mettaton's life in general, he'd probably watch this skeleton a little more. However, this monster was being a little... Odd.
"Excuse me?!?" Mettaton ended up shouting. "Who are you, why are you here, and what are you doing to that rock?" He already knew the answer to question three, but that didn't stop it from leaving his mouth.
The other jumped up in startlement, dropping the rock to the ground. He turned around and gave Mettaton a thorough look.
"Well, you look fun~." The freak said. "Tell me, what are those arms used for?" he winked at the last statement.
Mettaton shivered out of disgust. Does this man not have standards? Did he really think he could go from violating a rock to trying to do the same to Mettaton? "Answer my questions or leave."
The skeleton sighed. "Alright, alright. I am the great Papyrus~." He proclaimed with a wink and pose. "Future member of The Royal Harem. As for why I'm here..." He stops posing like a pinup model and starts thinking for a bit. "Hmmm... I'm not quite sure. I was just wondering around, maybe find Undyne for more training, but I guess I made a wrong turn, because Waterfall got... Darker? And the water started flowing faster."
Mettaton was visibly confused, he could tell. But he couldn't help it. What's The Royal Harem? How dare this skeleton claim to be Papyrus? How come Mettaton was the first monster to see him with that glowing pink torso he has going? What benefit does an ecto-torso have, anyway? Admittedly, he was too scared to ask the majority of the questions popping into his mind, so instead he went with stating a fact.
"Nothing about Waterfall is off, you are. And how dare you call yourself Papyrus! Everyone knows he's much less forward than YOU!" The words were harsh, but true.
"Forward, I like that~."
Mettaton wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. "Leave. Now."
He wasn't sure if it was from a loss of interest, or from realizing he meant it, but the Papyrus imposter left, carefully avoiding the stronger part of the river at the exit.
Mettaton was a little harsh, and once in a better mood, he'd look to see if the beacon was still alive, but for now, he needed His Space to calm down.