The Action Figure of Mettaton Blook

When the restaurants were closed, and most of the guests had gone to bed, the remaining staff of the all-new MTT resort often took a table and had a drink.

They were united by their strong feelings towards Mettaton. All positive, except for one outlier.

"I don't get the big deal," he scoffed. "Just - just because he has those lustrous locks, and, and arms that go on for days..."

The receptionist wagged a finger. "He does, and he still has that youthful look. I don't know how he does it. Hasn't aged at all since the barrier broke, which, was, uh..."

"Five months ago."

"Right."

Burgerpants looked around the table. "Can you guys keep a secret?"

Everyone nodded eagerly.

"So. You know that locked door in his office, right? I always thought it was a closet.

"But a few days ago Mettaton called me in to do...something...and I saw him put away the key.

"So last night, I sneak in there, right? And get this. You know those minifigures he sells, right?"

The others at the table owned about eight between the five of them.

"Right. So, in that room, there was one just like it! Only it was all big. Life-size. Like. A prototype? But here's the weird thing. It was all banged up!"

They gasped.

"Scratches in the paint. A bunch of dents. And the arms had fallen off."

"You...you think..." the janitor offered, "you think it's the action figure that grows old, and he stays young?"

"I don't know what to think. But that's what I saw."

They fell silent.

"I wish I had one of those."