The robot hisses as the hydraulic lock releases and its bottom panel pushes inward and separates. Inside is a mess of wires, a burnt motherboard-looking device, a whole slew of metal and tubes, and an empty space for the core to hook into.

Obviously, the core is somewhere else. He's hovering out from behind the curtain and sliding under the bed while Sans' back is turned, the pink light spilling from underneath giving his new location away.

"you don't need to play dumb with me, darling. i know you're smarter than you pretend," Mettaton says, appraising himself now that he has a closer look. It's creepy. He does not like this. "if you're going to be my only hope for salvaging this vacation, we need to get the act out of the way, alright?

"how is it?"