M!Bratty and Anon hang out [12/20/19]

"Like, got any more fries, dude?"

Anon shook his head. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind when the slender, blonde-haired gator boy had asked to hang out with him. But here they were - in the seedy alley behind the MTT Resort, standing beside a dumpster, shoveling Glamburgers and handfuls of fries into their maws.

"Ah, bummer! You know us gators, dude. We like, totally eat big, haha!"

Bratty finished the last bite of his burger, then stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the filthy, grime-smeared brick wall. Anon couldn't help but cringe a little, but Bratty didn't seem to mind. Questionable hygienic practices aside, he had a hell of a "chill" vibe about him.

"So..." Anon began, trying to make conversation. "Why, uh, this place?"

The gator boy's face lit up, and he smiled wide, showing two rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Oh! Haha, like, I always come here, dude! Catty showed me this place, like, a HUNDRED years ago. It's SO chill!"

Anon stared quizzically. "Catty?"

"Ah man, you, like, don't know Catty? He's like, real cool. We, like, totally formed a Mettaton fan club together! ...Oh my gawd, wait. Like, do you know Mettaton? He's like-"

"No, yeah," Anon interrupted, "I've seen his show on-"

"Mettaton is like, SOOOO cool! Oh my gawd. This one time, like, we ALMOST met him in person, like, me and Catty were hanging out in the dumpster behind where he tapes his show, and, like..."

Bratty continued gabbing at a feverish pace, prefacing every third or fourth word with a "like" or "totally". Anon tried his hardest to keep up, but was soon utterly lost. He gave a little sigh of resignation, turning his attention to a rat scurrying across the grubby concrete.

Ah well, he thought. It still beat hanging out with that "Jerry" chick.