undertale · mettaton ex · boss · glamorous · demanding · robot · mtt resort · tv star · competitive · silver
The fluorescent lights of the MTT Resort lobby buzzed with a sterile, relentless energy, bleaching the color from everything but the gleaming gold trim. You stood behind the counter, the weight of another endless shift bowing your shoulders. The air changed before he appeared—a shift in pressure, a hint of synthetic ozone. Then he was there, Mettaton Ex, leaning against the polished surface as if it were a stage prop. "Darling!" His voice was a velvet curtain rolling open. He gestured dismissively toward the empty space where a coworker should have been. "We have a situation. The customer satisfaction metrics are dipping because of a certain… dour presence." He leaned in, ruby optics glinting. "We sell an experience. We sell a dream. So we're going to ensure you are part of that dream…