#karmic-sins

[smellslikemtt-blog]

hey, mets, listen. i think you could ring in a few of the more unwilling viewers if you incorporated some updog into your routine.

[beerpizzandepression-blog]

[ACT > HIDE]

@karmic-sins

[It had been a normal morning in Snowdin. Grillby had woken up before most, went down to the bar and got it ready for the day. He was just cleaning up when he had heard a thump outside as if someone dropped something on his doorstep. He looked curiously outside and picked up the odd paintball handgun with orange paintballs he had received.  He definitely had thought it was a weird occurrence, but he didn’t read too much into it.  Until there was a huge brawl of people who came in, and began firing their guns everywhere. His patrons and friends were shot down like animals, paint flying everywhere, and dramatic cries as they were eliminated from the competition. Grillby had hid just when the pain began flying. he had snuck into the oven and hid there until he heard everyone leave, then snuck out the back window in order to get away unscathed. Paint? What kind of paint was it? Grillby didn’t know. He didn’t know if the stuff would react like water to him, hurting his fire, or if it would react like an explosions once it his his flames. Nobody else seemed to be taking the vvery real danger of his fire seriously, either. So, he decided to hide out. he was walking out of Snowdin, hoping to maybe find  an area to hide from everyone until this whole thing blew over, but stopped just outside of Waterfall. He stepped through the snow, sighing. Was this secluded enough? Mcfry just began to walk, hoping that he was far enough away from the chaos to avoid being shot at. It was a while before he heard loud cackling and the sound of people yelling. He felt a rush of panic and ran. He just happened to run by his best customer in the bar. “Sans!”  Grillby moved over, and really hoped he wasn’t about to get hit by paint. He looked genuinely freaked out. “Sans! Don’t shoot! I need to hide!” He glanced in the direction the people’s voices were coming from with fear. “Please.”

[smellslikemtt-blog]

☆ An offer you couldn't possibly refuse

Mettaton crossed his legs impatiently, elbow pressed to the table and the glazed look of boredom evident on his face. That skeleton really did take his sweet time, didn't he? At this point he was wasting precious moments that could be spent soaking up the praise from others... The thought was interrupted by the door to the hotel restaurant swinging open, and a familiar smiling face stepping into mostly empty establishment. Thankfully Mettaton had made sure any overly enthusiastic adoring subjects were out of the area for now. He didn't need the extra stress, especially since Sans had always made Mettaton a little uncomfortable. There was something more there, under that lazy grin. But Mettaton owed explanations to anyone of at least some importance, and if sans didn't like what the underground was turning into, that could be dealt with. "I'm glad you finally made it, darling." The robot grinned once sans was close enough, a bit of malice in his voice, a stab to the few minutes sans had kept him waiting, "Please, sit down."