#for i hate bananas quite a lot due to their tasting horrible and having the worst array of textures in the known universe
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#poll#polls#opened tumblr for the first time in days and saw a poll asking for the most hated fruit#as one might expect i immediately scrolled to slam the banana button without hesitation#for i hate bananas quite a lot due to their tasting horrible and having the worst array of textures in the known universe#only to discover that bananas weren't even on the list!!!#appalling!! terrible!!! clearly the op of that poll is working for Big Banana#(not *The* Big Banana though)#(incidentally my uncle used to work at The Big Pineapple)#(gotta love some Big fruit related tourist traps)#(not the banana based ones though because bananas suck)#(i should go to bed)#(also this is all in jest and lighthearted fun no hard feelings for the other op :P)#(though if i met you in the street i'd definitely accuse you of being in cahoots with the banana lobby)#(a real and actual lobby dedicated to spreading banana propaganda)#(i'm on to you)
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ATDT!AU Post-Escape Halloween thing 1-5 (or more)
The little town at the base of Mt. Ebott was practically buzzing with excitement. Normally, due to restrictions put on by an H.O.A that feared and hated Halloween as âThe Devilâs Birthdayâ, Halloween parties were rarely held unless they were in secret and at home. A lot of normal people in town were delightfully surprised that the power-tripping harpies in charge didnât try to ban trick-or-treating or house decorating altogether but the townsfolk were often muffed at the strict rules surrounding it: âTrick-or-treating starts at 6:30 and ends at 7:00âł, âAny house that puts up decorations before Oct. 28th and or leaves its decorations up after Nov. 3rd will receive a fineâ, âAll Outdoor Halloween decorations must be 5Ⲡtall or shorterâ. And other such ridiculous rules were put in place to shackle Halloween to the ground.
But what made this year so different? This year, Mettaton and Sammy Lawrence were holding what could only be described as the BIGGEST Halloween party/Haunted mansion romp in the history of humans, monsters, and toons. And thanks to the co-starsâ charisma, Mettaton hiring a really good lawyer, and the currently dominant half of Sammy being too darn spiteful to be contained by mortal means, the H.O.A. was completely powerless to stop them.
However, it didnât stop them from trying anyway. This week, Linda Simmons (Not to be confused with Linda Stein, who is a lovely lady and an excellent member of society but is not human in the slightest.) Was the one to march up to the monstrosity of a haunted mansion in progress to demand to speak to the pair.
She clutched the cross on her necklace tightly in her hands as she saw the mansion in all its âunholyâ glory. As per Mettatonâs usual âgo big or go homeâ approach to his work, the damned thing looked like something out of someoneâs nightmares! The mansion itself looked like an old-fashioned but normal one but the âDecorationsâ? Large patches of fleshy growths scattered all over and presumably within the mansion, giant human-like bones and organs growing in and around the area, thick black fluid being pumped into the monstrosity, and god knows what else!
Linda felt sick to her stomach when she walked up the thing, almost swearing that she saw the flesh patches writhing, as well as the bloodshot eyes embedded into the outside walls staring directly at her. In her other hand, she held a copy of the H.O.A.âs very strict rule book, clutching onto it as if it were a bible. She took a deep breath in, and pounded on the door.
âJust give me five minutes Darling!â¨â
The mechanical menace whom she once adored on television before meeting him face-to-face oh too cheerfully responded over the sound of a roaring chainsaw and nails being pounded into wood on the other side of the door. After an exact five minutes had passed (she checked her watch between impatiently knocking on the door and tapping her foot on the ground), she was greeted with a giant calculator-like robot wearing a spiffy Halloween-themed suit complete with a tie with a bat pattern on it.
âWhy Linda, how nice of you to drop by!â
She frowned at the superstar machine.
âMettaton, are you aware that youâre violating the H.O.A. rules regarding Halloween decorations?! And what on earth are you two thinking holding a Halloween party here?! Do you have any idea how many noise complaints youâll get?! The fine youâll get is-â
âSShhhhhhâ
Mettaton put his finger against her lips and Linda crossed her arms in frustration as he continued to draw out that âshushâ noise. His other arm extended into the room behind him and retracted with a large pile of papers in hand. He stopped shushing when the papers where in her face. She internally groaned at the sight of them, she hated it when people found loopholes.
âAs you can see here, here, here, here, here, here, and here... Everything weâre going is completely within the H.O.A. rules and regulations.â
âWhat the?!â Her eye twitched, her face turned red, and after skimming through Mettatonâs papers, she spoke through gritted teeth âOkay, so your decorations are Technically allowed... But only because nobody would ever think that weâd have to make a rule against animating MEAT with black magic to make Halloween decorations... But what about the party itself?! And the noise?!â
While Mettaton did not have eyes at the moment, Linda could feel him rolling them at her.
âThe âPartyâ you claim weâre throwing is actually a charity ball that happens to have a Halloween theme to it, which as you can see under this section right here, IS allowed.â
She raised an eyebrow at the robot.
âWhat type of charity?â
The lights cut out, all replaced with a single spotlight on Mettaton, who was now dramatically draped over a piano while a sad melody on a violin began to play and white rose petals started to fall on him.
âA great tragedy had fallen on thousands upon thousands of innocent lives... Men, women, and even small children stripped from their homes, from their friends and families and all brutally slaughtered! And after death? Their souls broken, and forcefully fused together within a prison of vile ink made by a cruel man who cared not that he was turning nightmares into reality, as long as it meant his dreams come true... These restless souls have finally been freed from their devilish tormentor, and had grown attached to this world, no longer humans, but not quite monsters either. These people are lonely, confused and scared in a new modern world that while offers them new chances and opportunities, is a strange and foreign place that overwhelms them to the point where they want to go back. As having a familiar yet horrible home can be more welcoming than an unknown yet kind home at times. Weâre raising money and awareness to help these poor people get back on their feet.â
 Linda bit her lip and rolled her eyes at Mettatonâs overly sappy and over-dramatic speech, she knew that the âpeopleâ he was referring to were most likely those strange, hyper, 2-D creatures and or those disgusting, smelly, ink things that took up residence inside Mt. Ebott after all of the regular monsters came up here.
âAnd what about noise complaints?â
The lights flicked back on and Mettaton threw himself off the piano in annoyance.
âWell, Sammy and I are constructing sound proof walls as we speak, so when the building is properly complete, there wont be a thing to worry about.â
Linda threw her head back laughing.
âSammy is helping build them? Sammy Lawrence? That weird giant slug thing with the creepy mask? What does he do? Ooze on the wood that needs to be nailed up?â
âYou can always ask him what he does yourself, Darling!â He pushed her down the hall and into the next room before slamming the door behind him while she stayed on the other side. âHe loves to answer questions!â
âHey! Donât just shove me in here with that disgusting mass of slime! I donât care if youâre a celebrity or not, I can have you arrested and- Oh sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph...â
âHave a Banana, Hannah, Try the salami, Tommy, Get with the gravy, Davey, Everybody eats when they come to my house.â
While she was pounding on the door, she looked back just to make sure that the creature Mettaton often worked with wasnât about to pounce on her and gnaw her limbs off, but instead of a giant black slug that had arms and reeked of spoiled meat and moldy art supplies, she was starring at a human being. And he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in person.
âTry a tomato, Plato, Hereâs cacciatore, Dorie, Taste the baloney, Tony, Everybody eats when they come to my house!â
The man was tall and broad, his skin was clean-shaven, on the paler side and had healed claw marks all over it, he wasnât wearing a shirt at all (A fact which Linda was very thankful for.) which revealed that he had a large, strange tattoo on his back, and he had dirty-blond hair that was so long that it was only stopped from dragging on the floor thanks to the braid it was in.
âI fix your favorite dishes, Hopinâ this good food fills ya! Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone, You better eat if it kills ya!â
He had his back turned to her, singing to himself and clearly very focused on the task in front of him, but she happily watched his every move in awed silence. In addition to his body, the man also had a lovely singing voice.
âPass me a winda, Linda,â he gestured behind him. âIn all seriousness, if you could pass me that window pane behind you, that would be great.â
âOh!â
Linda snapped up and instantly scrambled for the window he had gestured to.
âThank you, thatâll do.â
The head of the PTA and member of the H.O.A. stared intensely at him, taking in every single detail of his front. From his black pants to his washboard abs- until he gently tilted her head up so that she was looking at the manâs face.
âYou know,â He said teasingly with a wink. âMy eyes are up here.â
His sharp-featured face that only had one long claw mark on it as opposed to the rest of his body, his bright white smile that she couldnât find a single flaw in, and his eyes, his deep, dark brown eyes that just made her melt by looking at them. Oh sweet lord, this man was so far out of her league that she honest to god thought he was blind to be flirting with her.
âIâm so sorry sir!â
Linda blushed redder than a jar of tomato sauce and looked away altogether, trying to fruitlessly cobble together an explanation.
âMettatonpushedmeinheretospeakwithSammyLawrencebutyouwerehereinsteadandyouhaveareallyprettyvoiceandimsosorry-â
âWait, Mettaton sent you in?â
âY-yes..?â
âAnd youâre looking for Sammy?â
âYes?â
âWell why didnât you say so sooner? What do you want to speak with me about?â
She went from bright red to white as a sheet as soon as that sentence left his mouth. Now that she thought about it, didnât the local news channel say that the ink creatures could shape-shift? Oh god, this man was that gross slimy creature... The gross slimy creature that she kicked in the face with her high heels the second she saw it in person...
âN-nothing!â
She then ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her, jumped into her car, slammed down the breaks and sped as far away as she could. Once she was possibly miles away from everyone, she buried her face into the car horn and screamed.
Back at the haunted mansion, Sammy let out a long held sigh of relief.
âThank fucking God sheâs finally gone, just listening to that harpyâs voice makes me want to bash my head in against a wall.â
âOh my...â The robot star half-dejectedly mused. âAnd here I thought the winds of romance would turn her cold, dead heart.â
âMettaton, my standards might be rock bottom, but theyâre not in the mariana trench.â
#ATDT AU#bendy and the ink machine#undertale#deltarune#mettaton#pta linda#sammy lawrence#fanfic#edited
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