“ENTER.” You pushed the heavy door open, finding Mettaton facing away from you. “SHUT THE DOOR BEHIND YOU, WILL YOU?” It closed on its own. You stepped forward to the desk, trembling. “SO TELL ME,” he whirled around fast enough to make his tie fly up, “WHAT WAS WITH THAT COMMENT EARLIER, EXACTLY?”
“W-w-well, sir,” you stuttered, “it’s just- s-sales are going down recently, a-and, I thought, m-maybe, i-if we gave o-our customers s-s—something edible…”
He glowered.
“I didn’t think you’d disagree-“
“THAT’S RIGHT, YOU DIDN’T THINK!” He snarled. Your stomach churned. “WE NEED GLAMBURGER TO BE AS GLORIOUS AS POSSIBLE, THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED GLAMBURGER, YOU WHELP.”
“Wh..whelp?” Your eye twitched. You could normally take the abuse he spat at you, but whenever he implied you were lesser than him, you snapped.
“YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN’T BE REPLACED? YOU DON’T THINK SOMEONE ELSE COULD DO YOUR JOB?”
“You’re damn right no one else could do my job.” Your voice was void of emotion. “I practically run this company, Mettaton. You- you’re just a figurehead!”
“HO-HOW DARE YOU!” He gasped. “I AUGHT TO- YOU- !” His confidence was wavering. The utterly surprised look on his face was so cute against the seriousness of his suit.
“What?” You took a step even closer, leaning in. “You ought to what?” A sly grin crossed your face. He sputtered.
“I- YOU’RE IN FOR IT NOW, RAT.” He bared his teeth, which had become pointed in his ire.
“Don’t think you can scare me with just that.” You swiped at his tie, giving him a surprising little choke, dragging him in close. “What is a person like me to do with a running mouth like yours?”
“I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE DOING MUCH OF ANYTHING SOO-“ You suppressed his words with a hard kiss. Surprised, he did nothing, for a moment, but then quickly he took you by the shoulders and returned it.
Warmth seeped from his chassis. The kiss intensified, as he slid a long, pointed tongue across your bottom lip and convincing its way past them and your teeth to spar with your own. You pulled tighter on the tie, reaching a hand up to grip his lustrous hair. A soft groan emitted from his speaker. He started to suck on your bottom lip, the teeth still sharp. You could taste blood. It stung and god you wanted more but before you even realized it, he snapped his face back and shoved you away.
You stumbled backwards, nearly falling over. Mettaton straightened himself out, fixing his hair and tie and dusting off his shoulders. You wiped a hand across your mouth. He had bit a bit deeper than you expected.
“AHEM.” He cleared his throat. “IT SEEMS WE HAVE COME TO AN IMPASSE. I WILL LET GO OF THE ISSUE FOR NOW.” He turned himself back around. “YOU MAY LEAVE.”
You grinned, sucking down a little blood. You moved towards the door, and right as your hand touched the handle-
“OH, AND… MAYBE YOU SHOULD USE A BIT MORE OF THAT… POWER… AROUND HERE. MORE OFTEN. IT’D BE A WELCOME SIGHT.” He waved a dismissive hand. “NOW GO, SHOO, I HAVE BIG FIGUREHEAD THINGS TO DO.”
You exited the office, strutting down the hallway. You felt… powerful. And oddly aroused.
Maybe you would use that power again.