#powerofinheritance 01

Only one more hour. Then you can close. Then you can go home. One more hour. Sixty minutes. It's been a long day. You got yelled at three times. You had to clean up someone's throw-up. You ran out of fries for a few hours. How does that even happen? What fast food place doesn't have fries? Long day.

Your smile's a little forced as a girl close to your age comes in; she probably had some night classes or a late night at the labs or something. There's some things you miss about school, but you don't miss that. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

Alphys is looking over the television section at a local department store. It's not doing any wonders for her mood. All of these television shows remind her of...

Wait a minute.

"M... Mettaton?"

Across the multiple television screens, there is a flashy show intro. It goes something like this:

"Beauties and gentlebeauties, it's time for everyone's favorite music show..."

"M! T! T! V!"

"W... What?!"

Utterly flabbergasted, she presses her face against one of the screens for a moment, not believing what she's seeing. She then turns to the nearby human (or at least, Alphys assumes she's a human) and points frantically at the dancing robot on TV.

"Are... Are you seeing this? That's Mettaton! Wh... What is he doing on TV?!"

She takes a breath.

"I mean, he... he's supposed to be on TV, it's just..."

"Wh-when did they record this? D... Do you know?"

She did not look like the type of person to linger in this neighborhood. The businesses flanking either side of Stigmata Studio were of similar persuasion: an alternative fashion boutique and an independent vinyl shop. Someone dressed in such professional uniform would be on patrol, presumably.

And so as Legato unlocks the front door of the tattoo shop, he notices the red head lingering on the sidewalk.

" Do I look suspicious? " He asks flatly, fumbling with the lock to finally get the door open.