KanayaMaryam0413

       She walked down the street , wind blowing her hair into her face. Her black boots were hitting the ground. She licked her chapped lips, that were covered in black lipstick. By now you would say she didn’t like bright colors, but as the wind blew her hair back in her face, she pushed the lavender strands out of her face once again. She had her eyes closed for a moment and bumped into a figure, causing her to land on the ground with a thud.  

   “Sorry,” the person said.

      “It’s fine,” she didn’t notice him holding out his hand until she was half-way up already. She waved it off. “I do like human interact-” she cut off mid sentence, noticing this person -indeed- was not human. “- oh sorry,” she apologized, turning away. This person was a monster, from the underworld.  Of course humans have been friends with monsters since they came from the underground 3 years ago. Since then one monster became famous, and he was a robot.  You don’t know his name but your friend was obsessed with him. She says his name all the time, it’s something like megatron, no that was a football player. His name was Mettaton! Oh thank god you remembered, it would seem rude if you didn’t know his name and called him something else.

     “ Umm, Mettaton, right?” The robot answered with a yes as the girl told him how much her friend loves him. He chuckled and asked the girl for her name, she answered with a simple greeting, “ Oh, my name is (y/n)!” the girl mentally made a note to remember to greet people properly before nudging into a conversation before so. “ Lovely name, darling~” Mettaton said. the girl blushed and thanked him, looking at her watch she apologized and told him she had to leave. he was disappointed, but quickly told her to come to his show tomorrow at the local food joint and tell the security guards to ask mettaton about her. “Ok well have a good night,” she answered. “Oh, can my friend come too?” she asked. “Sure,” the superstar answered. “Oh thank you,” she replied, as she walked off towards her friends house.

     Upon entering her friends apartment, to which was only a few feet away from where Mettaton and herself had been conversing, she was tackled and scolded at. “You talk to THE Mettaton, without ME,” her friend ask in a tone that helped little (y/n) know that she was only joking. “ yeah, and,” she asked already knowing what her friend was going to say. “ What did he say to you?”