Guess The Drawing
lee!mettaton, lers!frisk + alphys
It had been months since Frisk was able to see Mettaton, and even worse, he seemed to be constantly blowing off their hangouts to perform his duties as a monster pop star. So when Alphys randomly called Frisk's house to invite them over, Frisk knew they couldn't refuse.
"Are you sure you're ready, my love?" Toriel asked, walking hand in hand with Frisk. "It's been forever since you've seen Mettaton and Alphys...make sure to call me if you need me to come back, alright?"
Frisk had gotten used to their guardians overprotectiveness, in fact they'd started to grow increasingly fond of it. They nodded and smiled up at her, which seemed to satisfy Toriel. "Well...have fun!"
And she was off. Not before a quick hug though. Frisk pounded on the door so that Alphys could hear them, hoping she wasn't watching her shows with her headphones in.
There was a loud crash from inside the lab followed by hissing and cursing from Mettaton. The door slid open to reveal Alphys' flushed face. "FRISK! So-orry about the wait..." She motioned for Frisk to enter.
As Frisk waddled into the nostalgic lab, they caught sight of Mettaton laying sprawled across the couch. The child immediately jumped on top of the metalic being which recieved a low grunt of surprise. "Alphys! Frisk broke in." Mettaton called.
"They didn't break i-in. I let them in." Alphys said with a smile. "...You let them in?" Mettaton raised a suspicious brow, but scooped the child up into his arms anyways.
There was awkward silence from Alphys' half of the room as Frisk and Mettaton stared at her, making her squirm uncomfortably. "I-I th-thought...you c-could use company?..." Alphys squeaked.
Mettaton smiled despite his growing exhaustion. "Well, the little one always is a nice surprise." He ruffled their hair. Frisk groaned playfully as they pushed Mettaton's hands away to fix their hair again.
Frisk only then noticed how slow Mettaton moved. They turned to Alphys with a tilted head in concern. She immediately knew what Frisk was wordlessly asking. "O-Oh. No, Frisk, Mettaton is fi-fine. He just keeps burning up his battery..." Alphys gave Mettaton a dangerous side eye.
"It's not my fault you built me without a portable charging port." Mettaton whined, lifting up the wire that was plugged into his side for empasis. Frisk watched with interest as the mini argument unfolded as usual with these two.
"You wo-wouldn't have to come here to c-ch-charge if you'd just save your battery!" Alphys scolded. "Oh, save the lectures, Alphie..." Mettaton grunted and rubbed his head, pulling Frisk closer as if they were a stuffed animal.
Frisk giggled and snuggled closer into Mettaton's chest. Alphys didn't have the heart to yell at Mettaton while Frisk was over, so she dropped the issue but Mettaton knew he'd be in for in for basically using Frisk as a human shield. Frisk could sense the tension between the two and looked up at Mettaton with a concerned gaze that the robot instantly recognized. "Oh, we're fine, Frisk. Just a quarrel." Mettaton said, smoothing back the mop of hair on Frisk's head. The human knew that Mettaton was most likely the reason for the instigator of the fight but they didn't care to bring it up. Mettaton sighed dramatically and sprawled out across the couch causing Frisk to laugh a little at his theatrics. "Don't laugh at me, Frisk. I'm exhausted." Mettaton said with a pout. Frisk didn't seem to especially care if Mettaton was exhausted, because all they wanted to do was play. They'd seen Alphys tickle Mettaton before and Frisk was always curious to try tickling the robot for themselves, and it'd probably make Mettaton want to tickle them back and start playing with them.
Frisk experimentally started to twist the little dials on Mettaton's chest, like they'd seen Alphys do a couple months before, and it must've caught the robot off guard because he immediately attacked Frisk. The little human fell to the floor and stared up at Mettaton who was internally freaking out, "Oh, dear! I'm so sorry!" He whisked Frisk up in his robotic arms. "I didn't mean to, I promise."
At Mettaton's apologetic cries, Alphys began to get anxious at her lab and went to check on the two of them, "Wh-what's going on, Mettaton? What di-id you do to them?" She asked.
Frisk quickly turned Mettaton's dials again while he was distracted which caused a short shriek, but the robot stopped himself from reacting violently this time. A look of realization flashed across Alphys' face and she smirked before smiling at Frisk, "We-well wouldja look at tha-at? Did you learn how to ti-tickle him?" Frisk nodded simply and tried to climb on top of Mettaton again to play more tickles. Mettaton reacted by trying to gently squirm away from the human so he didn't hurt them. "Hold still, Metta," Alphys instructed, "you wo-wouldn't wanna hurt Frisk, would you?" Mettaton glared at Alphys, but the bitterness on his face quickly melted away when Frisk's little fingers began scribbling on his belly right near his core. "G-GAHAH- SNK!" Mettaton burst out into rambunctious laughter that was quite unlike his composed and refined persona, the snorting wasn't really helping either. Frisk was pleasantly surprised by the reaction and found themselves tracing little pictures on Mettaton's core. The robot was practically malfunctioning trying to keep himself from flinging Frisk off, but Alphys knew Mettaton would be able to control himself. Whatever damage he sustained, Alphys would fix later. She put a hand on Frisk's back and watched them trace. "O-Oh! Are we playing g-guess the picture?" Alphys asked.
Frisk nodded, drawing two circles just above Mettaton's core and then a long curved line below the circles. Mettaton was absolutely reeling but Alphys ignored him and tapped her chin in thought. It was obviously a smiley face, but a vengeful part of her wanted Mettaton to suffer a little longer. Frisk paused the tickling to look up at Alphys with an expectant smile. "Hmm...I-I'm not sure. Maybe you could d-draw it again?" "It's a smile, Alphys!" Mettaton cried in exasperation, clearly desperate to avoid his vulnerable core being traced again. Alphys hushed Mettaton, "Don't sp-spoil the game for us!" Frisk giggled when Alphys played a long and began to draw the same picture. Mettaton's snorting only escalated the longer he was tickled to the point where he was barely laughing anymore. Alphys decided the jig was up, and called out, "A-A smiley face! Am I right, Frisk?"
Frisk held up their thumb with a little smile, removing their hands from Mettaton's tummy. Mettaton melted into the couch in exhaustion afterwards. "Alphys, m...me and you are having a little talk after Frisk leaves." Mettaton said, a glint of playful malice in his eye that made Alphys gulp...