You must have fallen asleep afterwards. You sat up and looked around the room. It was morning. No sign of Mettaton. You knew it wasn't a dream, you A: were still naked, and B: had a bruise on your sternum. He probably left before you woke up. You sighed, put on your pajamas, and went to go take a shower. You opened the door to smell pancakes. Mettaton immediately noticed you were up. "Good morning, darling!" His voice chimed from the kitchen. Yep, today was gonna be a good day.