I’m Not a Weapon!
((starter for @squaddad))
“I swear to God, if I have to do this again!” Mettaton growled, stomping out of the MTT Spa with a notice clutched in his hand that read: “Dear Mr. Mettaton,
There was an error when we were processing your WC-172, proof of non-lethal enhancements, form and we will need you to come back and re-submit your form.
With best regards, The city of Aliena.”
After reading that, Mettaton rushed out and is now on his way to the Center of Security. All because he’s a robot, he could be considered a “weapon.” Preposterous. He had Alphys take out all of his weapons, and even his NEO form when they left the Underground. Hell, the only thing about him that’s deadly is his charm and modesty.
He reached the security building. The building’s tall, black in color, and has an air of intimidation surrounding it. Mettaton’s glide stumbles a bit.
Mettaton marched into the building, anger very much apparent, and slammed his hand on the desk in front of him. The sound reverberated along the walls, catching everyone’s attention.
“I demand to speak to someone immediately!”
