Mettaton's has been in dire need of new content. His ratings have been getting a bit too low for his liking, so he's been out and about, searching for something. He was out in Snowden, looking around. It was cold and snowy there, hence the name. So of course he was in his cold wear, a sleek, leather jacket with a fluffy collar. Who said you couldnt be fashionable and warm? His crew ready to record anything and everything interesting that happened, always trailing not too far behind him. And of course, since he is the celebrity of the Underground, he was swarmed with fans. But one monster caught his attention the most. A tall, but shy looking skeleton. And you were nervously holding a paper and pen for an autograph, as the crowd was pushing you around. He stepped up to you, his boots crunching crisply in the snow. Flashing a charming but sweet smile, he looked down at your flustered form. "You want me to sign that for you, darling?" He said, giggling softly as you nodded nervously, and shakily handed the pen and paper.