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“Keep your eye closed, Metta!”
“I am!” The little pink ghost kept his nub hand locked tight against his one working eye, floating alongside the reptilian monster by following the sound of her voice and footsteps.
“Okay, you can stop now.” The sound of Alphys’ footsteps against the steel flooring stopped abruptly, and Mettaton floated in place beside her. “Before you open your eye, r-remember this is still sort of a work in progress, i-it’s not perfect yet so don’t judge it too hard.”
“I know, Alphie, we’ve been over this. I’ll love it no matter what state its in.”
“Okay, okay. You can look now,” the lizard anxiously pushed up her glasses, fingers tapping on the metal table in front of her.
“Not yet,” Mettaton sounded. “I want to see for the first time in the mirror.”
“I-I understand. It’s right below you, just a little forward.” Alphys guided Mettaton toward the body lying on the table, and slowly the ghost laid a hand softly against the cold glass casing.
Without hesitation, Mettaton’s translucent form faded into a mist, seeping into the heart shaped casing of the stomach until it glowed a warm shade of pink. The body on the table shot his eye open, and lifted his arms in front of his face to examine them. They were the same silver plated arms of his rectangular body, but the rest of his form felt completely different from the box on wheels that he was used to. Slowly, he lifted himself up and caught sight of them- his legs. They were long and elegant and laid across the table, clad in hot pink knee high boots that accentuated their curves. He gently ran a hand over one of them, smile creeping on his face that he suddenly remembered he still hadn’t seen. In a haste, he hung his beautiful legs over the edge of the table, dropping them to the floor and gripping the table in an effort to balance himself as he adjusted to the stiletto heels.
“Take it slow, okay?” Alphys grabbed Mettaton’s hand to steady him, slowly walking with him towards the nearest mirror that was hanging on the wall across the room. He stumbled, and Alphys caught him in her arms before he could fall to his knees, pulling him back up to his full height which was a towering seven foot stature. Eventually, the robot was able to hold himself in a standing position well enough to admire his new appearance in the mirror, his one visible eye going wide and his mouth falling slightly agape.
He was beautiful. No, he was gorgeous. His jet black hair fell stylishly over the right side of his face, his eye was soft and his iris a neon pink, his nose thin and sharp, and his lips sculpted to luscious perfection. He wore a pink chest plate and black shoulder guards that ended in points, his waist was perfectly curved and the glow of his SOUL casing shone brightly. His pants were tight and black, and his hot pink boots looked even more stunning from this angle. Everything about this body was perfect, and seeing it stare back at him through the glass, seeing himself in it like this, made his soul flutter. This was him. Not a translucent pink mist, not a metal box that rolled on a single wheel, but this. This beautiful, curvaceous, glamorous man. He felt a stream of pink ectoplasmic tears fall from his eye, and he smiled, a wide, heartfelt smile that he hadn’t made in the longest time. He wasn’t sure if he had ever smiled like this before.
“I-I hope you like it…” Alphys nervously tapped her fingers together, waiting for a response from the robot, who had been silent for the past several minutes.
“It’s perfect…” Mettaton said softly, and before Alphys could react, the robot knelt down on his knees and wrapped his arms tight around her body. A fond smile slipped onto her face as she listened to him sob into her neck, soft, blissful sobs that told her more than his words ever could. “Thank you, Alphie…” the robot breathed into the collar of her lab coat, and she gave him a gentle rub on the plating of his backside.
“You’re welcome, Metta.”