THIS IS MY HAPPINESS.

Mettaton in Sharknado.

     A laugh hid behind her curled knuckles at his fair and honest statement of himself. Blue eyes closed and she nodded. Malon couldn’t deny his statement! He was imposing. She’d been intimidated the first time they encountered one another, though her feelings came from being starstruck rather than fear. “I s’pose,” she agreed almost shy to agree with him. “I s’pose yer mighty hard to ignore,” but that had attracted the Hylian to the idol in the first place. Idols weren’t common in Hyrule and the fact that one was paying attention to her put her head in a whirl whenever he came around.

     “Even so, we don’t got many that stick up for us,” there was of course one individual who did stand up for everyone. How he wasn’t spread thin completely eluded Malon. If Mettaton were organic she’d have done exactly what she did when her standard hero barreled in and fixed whatever was wrong and given him some milk or a story. “Poes ain’t too scary. They’re really more playful ‘round these parts than dangerous and they sure don’t like listenin’ to me. Guess I’m too soft,” she didn’t hold the same air he did. While she could let her daddy have it and Link for certain it was hard to imagine her being frightening towards anyone else.

     She heard about his little friend, the ambassador and how they managed to peacefully move through the Underground. Mettaton spoke fondly of them and she wanted to meet them one day. A part of her thought they sounded an awful lot like another kid she met once upon a time. “I think if we all move in the same direction it’ll be easier,” she agreed.

    “Oh golly,” her hand collided with the metal casing of his arm as she pushed him playfully. It wasn’t with enough force to knock him over or even send him stumbling back but the moment she made contact with him she covered her mouth and did her best not to laugh. “The princess,” she mused. “She's—oh she’s somethin’ real special. She’s the smartest and kindest person in all Hyrule,” or so everybody said. She also heard that she was the loveliest. She’d only seen her once or twice but she was a svelte blonde woman with the most enchanting eyes.

          He held his hands up in mock surrender, but the point still stood. That had been, in part, one of the reasons Mettaton enjoyed these visits so much. Aside from the fact that Malon was a delight, her Kind soul was open and inviting, and in his line of work, with people calculating and desperate to flatter him, the kind of honesty that came with Kindness was a breath of fresh air. And he had no problem letting that be known. Friends of his deserved to know how wonderful they were, and he had a mouth to do it with.

          That sounded much better in his head. Moving on.

          “That sounds something like the description King Asgore gave me--then again, the princess he knew was from a long time ago.” That was a curious fact His Majesty had told him about Hyrule; in every generation, the crown princess was always Zelda. Mettaton didn’t know if it had any sort of sacred significance, or if it was just some sort of human tradition. Or perhaps Hyrule’s rulers were ALSO just bad at naming things? Oh no. He really hoped it was sacred.

          “Ahh, yes, Link. I remember you mentioned him before. Is he your beau?” From the way Malon described him, it didn’t seem like that was a terrible stretch to make. That dreamy, faraway look in her eyes was not unlike the way Alphys would talk about Undyne when she thought he didn’t notice. He always noticed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s there when Frisk visits, if he’s as close to the princess as you say. I just hope he’s come around a bit more to the idea of us since then. It sounded like his feelings towards us were rather...” He paused, squinted eyes looking off into the distance while he tried to find the nicest words he could muster. “...Stabby.” 

               “Ahh, yes, granted. But all fiction has its basis in reality.           It wouldn’t really make sense for ALL these places on the           surface to have ALL these stories about monsters if there           wasn’t a grain of truth to them, right?”

“This chain isn’t going to yank itself, love.”