Alphys' Descent Into Madness

CHAPTER 6

"Good-bye, everybody! I hope you all enjoyed the show, because I sure did!" Mettaton laughed as the entire crowd lifted him up and carried him out the door, where he then ordered a limo straight back to his house and spent the rest of the evening there, with everyone endlessly hooting on Alphys' Gmail about how fantastic the show's introduction was.

LATER THAT NIGHT...

"Here we are..." Alphys sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed that she shared with Mettaton (who was currently in his EX form), contemplating the meaning of her existence.

"My HANDS...DIRTY!" Alphys cringed as she looked down at her sweaty lizard palms and thought about all of the nasty things she had done as a person (mostly just the Amalgamates though.)

"THE DIRT WON'T COME OFF!" Alphys cried as she desperately rubbed her hands together to try to wash the metaphorical dirt and grime off of them...but to no avail.

"HAAAGH!" Alphys screamed in disgust, collapsing head-over-heels onto the bed.

"PRESIDENT...what a JOKE!" Alphys whispered to herself as she laid uncomfortably on the bed, with her head pressed deeply into her Holiday-Inn-class pillow.

"PRESIDENT...president of WHAT?! HIS fanclub!" Alphys gasped with sudden realization as she slowly turned her head and looked over at Mettaton's sleeping body with bloodshot eyes.

"HOW THEY LOVE HIM!" Alphys sighed, curling up into her hunchback defensive position and quivering underneath her pillow.

"LOOK AT HIM...LYING THERE ASLEEP! THE IDOL OF MILLIONS..." Alphys whispered, starting to become downright dangerously unhinged as she crawled over onto Mettaton's side of the bed like a slithering, murderous snake and looked straight into his sleeping eyes.

"HE'S A FOOL!" Alphys whispered in her best Gandalf-impression voice, cocking her eyebrows like a wizard for added effect.

"A BLIND...SILLY LITTLE FOOL..." Alphys laughed incredibly hypocritically as her brain began shifting into complete Psychopath Mode yet again.

"How easily I could end the farce...with THESE hands...THESE...DIRTY...HANDS!" Alphys sobbed, clenching her hands into angry fists of self-hatred.

"And with these hands, I hold the fate of MILLIONS!" Alphys whispered melodramatically, wiggling her fingers maliciously as progressively scarier thoughts began running through her mind.

"They think he's a GOD...BUT HE'S AS MORTAL AS WE...I KNOW!" Alphys rambled psychotically, struggling to hold herself together as she began to visualize a perfect dotted-line reference point with which to literally saw Mettaton's overinflated, egotistical head clean off.

"JUST...ONE...QUICK...TWIST! AND IT'S OVER...JUST...ONE..." Alphys whispered maliciously as she began to slowly creep towards Mettaton, with her hands clenched into menacing claws.

However, right when she was just about to finally get her revenge, something deep inside her brain went off and stopped her at the last second!

"HUAGGGH!" Alphys screamed in agonizing pain, clutching her head in a fit of sudden uncontrollable brain fever. "IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!"

"MY BRAIN! MY HOT...STINGING...BRAAAIN!" Alphys screamed in pain as her brain began to swell up so much that it almost literally caused her head to explode.

"HUAAAGGGGGGHHH! HUAAAGGGGGGHHH! HUAAAGGGGGGHHH!" Alphys screamed at the top of her lungs as if she was literally being tormented in the depths of hell.

"Anyway...that's how I officially GOT my acting license! What do you guys think about THAT?" Alphys asked the story's readers as she finally finished telling them all about it.

Needless to say, they were all literally speechless.

THE END