Oh come on! What were the chances of Toriel...a monster who was terribly fond of snails...knowing his snail-farming cousin...?

Well fuck him sideways.

Mettaton faded to such transparency that even the flustered tinge on his face was washed out. For some reason, lying to Toriel had been even more difficult than anyone else. He absolutely couldn't do it, especially not when she'd caught him out in such a boldfaced lie and was now glaring at him like a mother admonishing her child.

Was he actually ashamed?! Perhaps a bit. No wonder her kids were generally obedient.

"Oh."

He fumbled for words, which was very unlike him.

"I am...mmh. Oh, for goodness sake! I'm Mettaton, alright?"