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*Warning: Possible spoilers. Okay have fun~

“Remind me again why you are dragging me out of the comforts of home to go to a party at a hotel that sells sequin hamburgers and has nearly everything thing shaped as a freaking rectangle?” you asked, trying to pull your hand away from your fraternal twin brother’s but failing miserably.

    (B/n) sighed louder than necessary then rolled his eyes as his hand kept a firm hold on your wrist before glancing at you. “Because, (Y/n), our bestest friend in the whole wide universe invited us and we can’t refuse such an invitation.” He replied with a smile.

“We technically can. Just because we got an invitation doesn’t necessarily mean we have to go. Besides, we never went to parties before so there is no reason to go now” You pointed out, smirking slightly at the male.

“Well, sis,” he began, suddenly stopping which nearly caused you to accidentally run into him, “As much as it pains me to admit it but you’re sort of right, however, I believe that this party is an exception so put on your big girl pants and stop being dead weight. You are seriously too heavy for my noodle arms.” He laughed, shaking the arm as an example before continuing on the seemingly pointless journey to your destination.

You let out a huff of annoyance at his response but obliged to his request with great reluctance though you couldn’t help cracking a smile. You two had always been like this ever since your tiny little minds comprehended that the other was some sort of strange deformed creature from another solar system who took the role as ‘sibling’ in order to appease their superiors back on their home planet in the deepest corners of the cosmos. Occasional fights and petty arguments seemed the correct tactic when battling these possibly dangerous beings. As the years passed, so did the war that slowly but surely ended with a close bond of sibling love and stopped the rivalry…sometimes. Just because you two acknowledged each other as an actual person who share the same blood doesn’t mean you go about your days braiding hair or frolicking around the house dressed to attend a ball; you still have the pictures of (B/n) wearing your mothers wedding dress with make-up smeared messily all over his face for potential black-mail.

All’s fair in love and war as you always said whenever crap like that happens.

(Anyway, back to burying the urge to smack him upside the head deep within your subconscious.)

~*Flashback sequence*~

“GET BACK HERE (Y/N)!!!” yelled (B/n), gasping for air between breaths.

YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPER!” you yelled back, running from (B/n)’s grabbing hands as they swiped at your fleeing form.

“YOU ARE GOING TO THAT PARTY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT SIS!”

“OVER MY COLD DEAD CORPSE!”

    This went on for almost an hour. Sadly, the chase has ended when your klutzy nature decided to make you trip and be captured.

“Okay, okay, you got me now get off my back before you break my spine,” you groaned.

The boy using you as a chair beamed then got off and immediately linked arms so your escape would be inevitable when he drags you out of the safe haven and into the dreaded outside world.

~*End of flashback*~

Remembering back at that moment, you would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that meddling pillow from the abandoned pillow fort that was ruined during the constant scrambling over things, which led you to your eventual downfall…literally.

‘That stupid bag of feathers is so going to pay. I don’t care how comfy it makes my head, it’s going down’ you rambled on inside your head with a bitter frown.

                (B/n) took a quick glance behind to see his beloved sister making various facial expressions to indicate your inner rage. A laugh slipped from his grinning lips. He knew that parties weren’t exactly your idea of having fun since you have never really been to one before, minus your birthdays, so you are pretty shy about being around other people with no family relations whatsoever; no matter how many times you denied it, he could tell. In fact, it was the strapping young gentlemen ((Yeeeeeeeeah keep dreaming (B/n) =_= “Shush you!”)) who was more of the social butterfly and got invited to nearly every party in his life but declined for (Y/n)’s sake.

This one that you are currently on your way to was a MAJOR exception. Why? Well, mostly because it was thrown by one of his best friends so he absolutely had to come. Luckily, you were also allowed to attend so you didn’t have to go through the pain of rejecting the offer though getting you out of the house was an uphill climb all on its own until you fumbled. By the looks of your scowl, he figured that you was planning to “punish” the soft piece of furniture once you arrived back home.

His grin widened at the sight of the large structure covered from base to roof in neon lights alerting any passersby even in the daytime.

‘That’s Mettaton alright,’ (B/n) thought, snickering at the bewildered looks of the citizens. ‘Oh, this will be fun~’

Meanwhile, you had stopped your plans of revenge to count how many seconds you lost a brain cell. A cough caught your attention and lost your place. Darn (B/n). You were just about to complain on the loss when he gestured dramatically to the flashing sign that read “New MTT Resort”. That boy has GOT to stop hanging around Mettaton so much.

He then stepped to the side with an arm out, slightly bowing to you like you were the Queen of England.

“Ladies first,” he said, showing them pearly white choppers.

You smirked and placed your hands on your hips. “Then why aren’t you going in?” you asked, your tone filled with sass and determination.

“Get in already, Sassafras,” he grumbled, playfully pushing you through to automatic doors while you were failing at hiding the laughter erupting from your mouth.

                Once inside, your ears were greeted with the sound of loud but awesomely addicting music blaring through the speakers around the place and pretty much everyone’s conversation. Your (eye color) orbs scanned the room in a slight glare but widened with surprise and glee when you recognized the many individuals partying as the monsters released from the Underground a year ago and were finally accepted despite protests from the other humans not keen on sharing the Surface with them. When (B/n) “suggested” to come with him to the party, you feared interacting with drunken idiots or the popular chicks from school who put the Mean Girls to shame but seeing the adorably friendly monsters instead fills you with determination made you silently thank your brother in your mind. Despite the absolute privacy of your thoughts, said scamp nudged you slightly.

“You’re welcome by the way, sister dearest.”

Before your mouth could create a snarky comeback, a pair of bony arms brought you into a bone-crushing hug.

“HUMANS! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! NYEHEHEHEH!” laughed a familiar voice.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the enthusiasm coming from the tall skeleton.

“Heya Paps,” you said cheerfully, pulling away.

“Greetings and salutations, Papyrus.” (B/n) greeted politely, tilting his imaginary top hat.

“THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR ATTENDING MY PARTY, WHICH IS NO SURPRISE AS IT IS BEING HOSTED BY SOMEONE SO GREAT!” he boasts, cape waving about behind him.

(How there was wind indoors you did not know nor questioned it.)

“Our pleasure Pap. Where’s Sans?” you ask, glancing around the groups of monsters for the short ‘big-boned’ older brother dressed in blue.

“OH WELL HE’S-UH…I’M NOT REALLY SURE,” Papyrus frowned slightly with a gloved hand rubbing his skull then throws up his arms. “I THROW THIS AMAZINGLY SUPER COOL PARTY AND HE’s SOMEWHERE BEING LAZY THE ENTIRE TIME! AUGH! THAT LAZYBONES!”

“hey, I got a ton of stuff done, a SKELE-TON,” Sans joked, appearing out of nowhere and scaring you enough to somehow jump into (B/n)’s arms. “oh sorry kid. Didn’t see you there for a sec. I guess I made you jump out of your own skin eh?”

“SANS THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE!”

“c’mon, you’re smiling bro,”

“I AM AND I HATE IT!”

After a few more minutes of their skele-gans, ((“LOOK WHAT YOU DID NOW SANS! EVEN THE AUTHOR HAS BEEN INFLUENCED BY YOUR AWFUL PUNS!” “heh good one kid. that really tickled my funny bone” Thanks. I like to put a little “humor” into my work UvvO “UGH! BOTH OF YOU ARE TERRIBLE! LET’S GET BACK TO THE STORY!”)) Sans went to go nap somewhere, Papyrus continued to have conversations with his guests and (B/n) was doing his own thing while you decided to find some food; being chased by your twin gives a gal the munchies after a while..

~Several hours later~

                So far, the party was actually pretty fun! There was an entire buffet of various foods ranging from Papyrus’s spaghetti to the oddly popular Glamburgers provided by “New MTT Resort” (you stayed faaaaaaar away from those). The dessert table was…interesting. Apparently, Muffet raised a lot of money from the Spider Bake-sale for her spider pastries. Well, good thing Toriel made lots of butterscotch-cinnamon pie and the NiceCream Guy brought his entire stand that you had the pleasure of eating after dinner since Toriel would scold you for ruining your appetite beforehand.

Everyone you knew was there too! Not all that surprising since that was expected when at one of Mettaton's shows but still. Undyne was surplexing a buffet table because she can. Alphys was near the corner wearing her regular lab coat sweating up a storm. Toriel was reading a story to Chara, Monster Kid, and Flowey.

Asriel was secretly listening with a big smile on his muzzle. Asgore was also there though he seemed to be a little down in the dumps. Napstablook was DJing and Mad Dummy was over on the other side of the room ranting about something. Muffet was busy talking to Grillby. Everything was so lively until the final song finished playing and the lights slowly dimmed, excited whispers breaking the silence.

“Heeeeeeelllloo! Beaaaaaauuuuuuties and Gentle-beaaaaauuuuuties!” called out Mettaton as he wheeled down the stage in his box form while several spotlights shined on the fabulous rectangle. He was followed by Frisk, who smiled and waved at the cheering crowd. Some fangirls and fanboys fainting right on the spot. “Guess what time it is darlings! That’s right. It’s time to play some games! Oh, but not just any silly party games. It’s time to play SEVEN MINUTES IN HEEEEEEAAAAAAVEEEEN! <3”

The crowd went totally bonkers until Mettaton quieted them down while Frisk brought out a large red sack and got an item from those who wanted to play then sat it down beside the robot after putting in something of his (Frisk is going to be a boy in this).

“Alright! I am going to draw a name from this lovely MTT brand box and see who’s up first~” he dug around the pile of papers then pulled one out. “And our lovely player iiiiiiiis” *pause for suspense ratings to boost* “(Y/n)! Come on up darling~”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Wait but I’m not playing. How-?” sudden realization smacked your face when you noticed (B/n) trying to slip away into the darkness of the lobby, however, you quickly stopped him. "What did you do?!"

He took a deep breath before speaking though he still stuttered. "I-I uh put y-your name in the drawing???" your brother said, chuckling and twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"Why you little-" you felt the collar of your shirt rise and found yourself on the stage with Frisk and Mettaton.

"As much I just adore violence, I'm afraid that will have to wait. Pick an item please darling~"

Grumbling, you reached into the bag, feeling many little objects, and pulled out...

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*Warning: Possible spoilers. Okay have fun~

“Remind me again why you are dragging me out of the comforts of home to go to a party at a hotel that sells sequin hamburgers and has nearly everything thing shaped as a freaking rectangle?” you asked, trying to pull your hand away from your fraternal twin brother’s but failing miserably.

    (B/n) sighed louder than necessary then rolled his eyes as his hand kept a firm hold on your wrist before glancing at you. “Because, (Y/n), our bestest friend in the whole wide universe invited us and we can’t refuse such an invitation.” He replied with a smile.

“We technically can. Just because we got an invitation doesn’t necessarily mean we have to go. Besides, we never went to parties before so there is no reason to go now” You pointed out, smirking slightly at the male.

“Well, sis,” he began, suddenly stopping which nearly caused you to accidentally run into him, “As much as it pains me to admit it but you’re sort of right, however, I believe that this party is an exception so put on your big girl pants and stop being dead weight. You are seriously too heavy for my noodle arms.” He laughed, shaking the arm as an example before continuing on the seemingly pointless journey to your destination.

You let out a huff of annoyance at his response but obliged to his request with great reluctance though you couldn’t help cracking a smile. You two had always been like this ever since your tiny little minds comprehended that the other was some sort of strange deformed creature from another solar system who took the role as ‘sibling’ in order to appease their superiors back on their home planet in the deepest corners of the cosmos. Occasional fights and petty arguments seemed the correct tactic when battling these possibly dangerous beings. As the years passed, so did the war that slowly but surely ended with a close bond of sibling love and stopped the rivalry…sometimes. Just because you two acknowledged each other as an actual person who share the same blood doesn’t mean you go about your days braiding hair or frolicking around the house dressed to attend a ball; you still have the pictures of (B/n) wearing your mothers wedding dress with make-up smeared messily all over his face for potential black-mail.

All’s fair in love and war as you always said whenever crap like that happens.

(Anyway, back to burying the urge to smack him upside the head deep within your subconscious.)

~*Flashback sequence*~

“GET BACK HERE (Y/N)!!!” yelled (B/n), gasping for air between breaths.

YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPER!” you yelled back, running from (B/n)’s grabbing hands as they swiped at your fleeing form.

“YOU ARE GOING TO THAT PARTY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT SIS!”

“OVER MY COLD DEAD CORPSE!”

    This went on for almost an hour. Sadly, the chase has ended when your klutzy nature decided to make you trip and be captured.

“Okay, okay, you got me now get off my back before you break my spine,” you groaned.

The boy using you as a chair beamed then got off and immediately linked arms so your escape would be inevitable when he drags you out of the safe haven and into the dreaded outside world.

~*End of flashback*~

Remembering back at that moment, you would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that meddling pillow from the abandoned pillow fort that was ruined during the constant scrambling over things, which led you to your eventual downfall…literally.

‘That stupid bag of feathers is so going to pay. I don’t care how comfy it makes my head, it’s going down’ you rambled on inside your head with a bitter frown.

                (B/n) took a quick glance behind to see his beloved sister making various facial expressions to indicate your inner rage. A laugh slipped from his grinning lips. He knew that parties weren’t exactly your idea of having fun since you have never really been to one before, minus your birthdays, so you are pretty shy about being around other people with no family relations whatsoever; no matter how many times you denied it, he could tell. In fact, it was the strapping young gentlemen ((Yeeeeeeeeah keep dreaming (B/n) =_= “Shush you!”)) who was more of the social butterfly and got invited to nearly every party in his life but declined for (Y/n)’s sake.

This one that you are currently on your way to was a MAJOR exception. Why? Well, mostly because it was thrown by one of his best friends so he absolutely had to come. Luckily, you were also allowed to attend so you didn’t have to go through the pain of rejecting the offer though getting you out of the house was an uphill climb all on its own until you fumbled. By the looks of your scowl, he figured that you was planning to “punish” the soft piece of furniture once you arrived back home.

His grin widened at the sight of the large structure covered from base to roof in neon lights alerting any passersby even in the daytime.

‘That’s Mettaton alright,’ (B/n) thought, snickering at the bewildered looks of the citizens. ‘Oh, this will be fun~’

Meanwhile, you had stopped your plans of revenge to count how many seconds you lost a brain cell. A cough caught your attention and lost your place. Darn (B/n). You were just about to complain on the loss when he gestured dramatically to the flashing sign that read “New MTT Resort”. That boy has GOT to stop hanging around Mettaton so much.

He then stepped to the side with an arm out, slightly bowing to you like you were the Queen of England.

“Ladies first,” he said, showing them pearly white choppers.

You smirked and placed your hands on your hips. “Then why aren’t you going in?” you asked, your tone filled with sass and determination.

“Get in already, Sassafras,” he grumbled, playfully pushing you through to automatic doors while you were failing at hiding the laughter erupting from your mouth.

                Once inside, your ears were greeted with the sound of loud but awesomely addicting music blaring through the speakers around the place and pretty much everyone’s conversation. Your (eye color) orbs scanned the room in a slight glare but widened with surprise and glee when you recognized the many individuals partying as the monsters released from the Underground a year ago and were finally accepted despite protests from the other humans not keen on sharing the Surface with them. When (B/n) “suggested” to come with him to the party, you feared interacting with drunken idiots or the popular chicks from school who put the Mean Girls to shame but seeing the adorably friendly monsters instead fills you with determination made you silently thank your brother in your mind. Despite the absolute privacy of your thoughts, said scamp nudged you slightly.

“You’re welcome by the way, sister dearest.”

Before your mouth could create a snarky comeback, a pair of bony arms brought you into a bone-crushing hug.

“HUMANS! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! NYEHEHEHEH!” laughed a familiar voice.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the enthusiasm coming from the tall skeleton.

“Heya Paps,” you said cheerfully, pulling away.

“Greetings and salutations, Papyrus.” (B/n) greeted politely, tilting his imaginary top hat.

“THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR ATTENDING MY PARTY, WHICH IS NO SURPRISE AS IT IS BEING HOSTED BY SOMEONE SO GREAT!” he boasts, cape waving about behind him.

(How there was wind indoors you did not know nor questioned it.)

“Our pleasure Pap. Where’s Sans?” you ask, glancing around the groups of monsters for the short ‘big-boned’ older brother dressed in blue.

“OH WELL HE’S-UH…I’M NOT REALLY SURE,” Papyrus frowned slightly with a gloved hand rubbing his skull then throws up his arms. “I THROW THIS AMAZINGLY SUPER COOL PARTY AND HE’s SOMEWHERE BEING LAZY THE ENTIRE TIME! AUGH! THAT LAZYBONES!”

“hey, I got a ton of stuff done, a SKELE-TON,” Sans joked, appearing out of nowhere and scaring you enough to somehow jump into (B/n)’s arms. “oh sorry kid. Didn’t see you there for a sec. I guess I made you jump out of your own skin eh?”

“SANS THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE!”

“c’mon, you’re smiling bro,”

“I AM AND I HATE IT!”

After a few more minutes of their skele-gans, ((“LOOK WHAT YOU DID NOW SANS! EVEN THE AUTHOR HAS BEEN INFLUENCED BY YOUR AWFUL PUNS!” “heh good one kid. that really tickled my funny bone” Thanks. I like to put a little “humor” into my work UvvO “UGH! BOTH OF YOU ARE TERRIBLE! LET’S GET BACK TO THE STORY!”)) Sans went to go nap somewhere, Papyrus continued to have conversations with his guests and (B/n) was doing his own thing while you decided to find some food; being chased by your twin gives a gal the munchies after a while..

~Several hours later~

                So far, the party was actually pretty fun! There was an entire buffet of various foods ranging from Papyrus’s spaghetti to the oddly popular Glamburgers provided by “New MTT Resort” (you stayed faaaaaaar away from those). The dessert table was…interesting. Apparently, Muffet raised a lot of money from the Spider Bake-sale for her spider pastries. Well, good thing Toriel made lots of butterscotch-cinnamon pie and the NiceCream Guy brought his entire stand that you had the pleasure of eating after dinner since Toriel would scold you for ruining your appetite beforehand.

Everyone you knew was there too! Not all that surprising since that was expected when at one of Mettaton's shows but still. Undyne was surplexing a buffet table because she can. Alphys was near the corner wearing her regular lab coat sweating up a storm. Toriel was reading a story to Chara, Monster Kid, and Flowey.

Asriel was secretly listening with a big smile on his muzzle. Asgore was also there though he seemed to be a little down in the dumps. Napstablook was DJing and Mad Dummy was over on the other side of the room ranting about something. Muffet was busy talking to Grillby. Everything was so lively until the final song finished playing and the lights slowly dimmed, excited whispers breaking the silence.

“Heeeeeeelllloo! Beaaaaaauuuuuuties and Gentle-beaaaaauuuuuties!” called out Mettaton as he wheeled down the stage in his box form while several spotlights shined on the fabulous rectangle. He was followed by Frisk, who smiled and waved at the cheering crowd. Some fangirls and fanboys fainting right on the spot. “Guess what time it is darlings! That’s right. It’s time to play some games! Oh, but not just any silly party games. It’s time to play SEVEN MINUTES IN HEEEEEEAAAAAAVEEEEN! <3”

The crowd went totally bonkers until Mettaton quieted them down while Frisk brought out a large red sack and got an item from those who wanted to play then sat it down beside the robot after putting in something of his (Frisk is going to be a boy in this).

“Alright! I am going to draw a name from this lovely MTT brand box and see who’s up first~” he dug around the pile of papers then pulled one out. “And our lovely player iiiiiiiis” *pause for suspense ratings to boost* “(Y/n)! Come on up darling~”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Wait but I’m not playing. How-?” sudden realization smacked your face when you noticed (B/n) trying to slip away into the darkness of the lobby, however, you quickly stopped him. "What did you do?!"

He took a deep breath before speaking though he still stuttered. "I-I uh put y-your name in the drawing???" your brother said, chuckling and twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"Why you little-" you felt the collar of your shirt rise and found yourself on the stage with Frisk and Mettaton.

"As much I just adore violence, I'm afraid that will have to wait. Pick an item please darling~"

Grumbling, you reached into the bag, feeling many little objects, and pulled out...