The World Falls Away ♡ Chapter Forty

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If you like this chapter, be sure to leave a heart or comment so I know you want to see more! Hit the flag for background music :D Previous chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/550224252/ ♡ The last week of my tour has been unbelievably busy. Between shows and travelling, my team has been frantically preparing plans for my gala. Right now, we’re getting ready for our last flight, which will take off for New York from our current location, London, in about an hour. As we stride through the airport, my crew bustles around me, chattering anxiously about the gala plans. I love them to death, but the endless cacophony of questions has become a little irritating. “Mettaton!” Kim asks, jumping up beside me, scrawling notes down on a clipboard. I notice that her sweaty brow is creased in frustration. “We still need to decide on a color scheme for the decorations to tell the team back at Ebott City! What did you come up with?” “I told you, Kim. Light pink and cream, with fuschia accents. Are you all right? You seem stressed.” “I’m fine, I’m fine! Just, planning such an enormous party so last-minute is incredibly ambitious,” she huffs. “I mean, we’ll only have a couple days after arriving home to make sure everything has been set up properly. What if the team messes it up and we’re not there to oversee it?” Before I can respond, someone else rushes up, tapping my shoulder. “Mettaton, Dr. Alphys has sent you a series of messages. She’s scheduled your last appointment for your nervous system installation for the day after you arrive back home.” I stop right in my tracks, startled. “Oooh! Fabulous!” I gasp. “That will be marvelous. But that also means I’ll have to leave most of the party prep to all of you. Do you think you can handle it?” Kim opens her mouth, but the other person steps up first, grinning wearily. “Don’t sweat it! We’ll take care of everything.” Kim sighs and continues speed-walking towards our gate. “We also need to settle on entertainment, food, and invitations… Ugh, so much to do! All we’ve done so far is choose the time and venue!” “Hey, hey, we’ll be fine!” I assure her, running up beside her. “We need entertainment, right? Since it’s a dance event, I can ask my cousin Napstablook if they and Shyren can perform music for everyone. I think they would love to. If they ask for a fee I’ll cover it, no worries.” “All right, but what about food?” “The food doesn’t matter to me, honestly. Maybe get catering from a bakery that provides treats in a purplish color scheme…” I snap my fingers as an idea pops into my head. “Muffet’s bakery, in downtown Ebott! We can order from there. How many people will invitations be sent to again?” Kim checks her notes. “82.” “Okay, how about this- write this down. We’ll ask for an order of 200 macarons in a purple-fuschia color scheme, along with about 170 cookies and 170 donuts. We’ll also get a large batch of spider cider- without the spiders, of course- to serve.” She nods, jotting down my instructions on her clipboard. “Got it. And what about the invitations?” “U-um, actually…” Another member of my crew timidly races forward, fidgeting nervously with their hands. “Mettaton, if you’d like, I’ve made a possible design for the invitations. I don’t know what you’d think of it, but if you want to look at it…” “Of course, darling! Let me see it,” I say eagerly. They fumble through a bag slung over their shoulder and hand me a small piece of paper. The design is rather lavish and extravagant, but simple enough so that it isn’t over-the-top. The colors fit perfectly into the scheme I chose. “It’s perfect! We’ll go with- what’s your name?” I ask quickly. “N-Nuna,” they stammer in surprise, and I smile. “We’ll go with Nuna’s design, then. Thank you, Nuna!” They nod hastily and scamper back to join the rest of the crew. I give the invitation to Kim, who examines it with a scrutinizing gaze.