Chapter 5

When Tuesday rolled up, Piper waved goodbye to Frisk, Asgore, Asriel, and all the other monster kids as they walked to school. She put on some clothes as she waited for nine o'clock to arrive, and, with it, the famous Pink Thunder.

She rolled her eyes as she heard the loud honk of of Mettaton’s car. She ran downstairs and glared at the robot grinning at him as he kept honking his horn. “I’m comin’! Jeez! Cálmate, que lata!”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, darling~!” He laughed as she hopped into the passenger seat. “How’d our Frisky Kitten take the news about Thursday?”

“Not well, at first. They didn’t like the idea. Me and the big guy had to calm them down on Sunday with some movies.”

“Ah, well. Papy said something about Grillby coming by on Sunday for something. I’m not exactly sure what.” He put on his sunglasses before pulling out and onto the main street. “I love him to pieces, but I can’t keep track when he gets really excited over something.”

“Understandable. I’m honestly impressed that Sans can keep track.” She rest her arm on the door, letting the wind blow through her hair. “What shops we goin’ to? We goin’ to that boutique we went to with our resident Gal-Pals?”

“Maybe. No way some snotty little girls with rich racist daddies are going to keep me from shopping at my favorite stores.”

“How do ya even get enough money for those places?”

“Beauty and fashion vlog. I have tons of followers. With each view I get, I get paid ten cents.”

“How far does that get ya?”

“Quite far. It adds to my banking account, which was already second highest wealth-wise in the Underground, so I can pay for tons of things. I could probably buy this entire town.”

“Holy crap.”

“I know.” He grinned at her.

“Yer literally a stuck-up rich person.”

He cackled, speeding off down the street.

They arrived at their first shop. It was his favorite boutique in town. It was this little chique place called Marie’s.

“We’re here~!” he yelled in a sing-song voice as he parked his car near the front of the shop.

Piper rolled her eyes as she got out. “Ya drive like a maniac.”

“You weren’t complaining in the car.”

“Because it’d be bad for my health to do so.”

He grinned, though it was more like baring his fangs at her. It was just a way he showed that he was annoyed with people. “Darling, are you insinuating something?”

“Why ever would you think that?”

Mettaton huffed at her and led her inside. Marie’s was a clean and neat, with teal and white walls. Mannequins with wigs styles suspiciously like a certain robot’s hair stood on pedestals and in the window. Racks of clothes lined the walls and made rows in the back half of the store.

“Do you own this place?”

“No, but I have modeled for the store.” He smiled as he looked around. “Lisandra? Marie? I have a new girl for you to beautify, darlings!”

Two women came out of the back, grinning in delight. “Baby doll!” giggle the tall red-head. She was a bit gaunt and mostly angles, but she was very pretty. “Did you bring another one of your friends?”

“Of course, Marie!” He grinned that showman’s grin of his face. “This is Piper. She was here with Alphys and Undyne.”

Piper waved in greeting. “Hi…”

“She's here for a makeover,” Mettaton purred. “She's got a date with her hunky boyfriend Grillby on Thursday.”

The two fashionistas giggled, and took Piper's hands. “Then come this way, dear! We've got just what you need!”

“So, what's your style?” asked Marie’s companion, a blonde girl named Stacy. “Are you the fancy type?”

“Not really… we're just goin’ to La Rosa Vieja…” Piper looked back at her robotic companion warily. “I'm driving us on my motorcycle, so-”

“Say no more, dear!” Marie pushed her into a changing room. She and Stacy grabbed all sorts of clothing from the racks and handed them to her before shutting the door. “If you need help, just call!”

“Th-Thanks…!” Piper sighed as she got undressed and put on the first outfit in the pile. It was a cute black dress that went midway down her thighs. Certainly nice, but she couldn’t ride in this to save her life. However, she straightened it out and stepped out of the changing room to show Mettaton and his friends.

The trio looked her over critically for a few minutes before shaking their heads. “Too not you, darling,” Mettaton said. “It looks good on you, but doesn’t become you.”

“Uh… What does that mean…?”

“Means go back in and try on the next one.”

She huffed and did as told. She came back out in a punk leather jacket with spiked shoulder pads and torn up jeans.

“No. Too you.”

“Excuse me…?”

“You generally look like a punk from the 1990s grunge phase, darling. This is too punk for you.” He waved his hand dismissively. “You look like you’re in a biker gang.”

“Rude.”

“I know, but someone has to say. Now, change.”

Piper growled before going back inside. After a few minutes, she stepped out a third time, only to receive silence. “What now?”

“It… It’s PERFECT!!” Mettaton ran over and hugged her tightly. “You look absolutely wonderful! Grillby is going to just die when he sees you!”

She chuckled and blushed. “R-Really?”

“Of course! We’ll take this, then go work on your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“It’s too wild, darling. It’ll smother him if he’s riding behind you.”

She glared at him. “You bitch.”

“And don’t you know it.”