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Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: July 27, 2016, 11:08 pm
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I am a worthless human being who adores Papyton Fluff. Deal.
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Disclaimer: Undertale and all the characters therein belong to
Toby Fox. The beginning of Papyton belongs to Shazbaa
[
HTML http://shazzbaa.tumblr.com
]. I just do very silly things with
the cutest boys <3
AN: Fully at home for the headcannon that Mettaton's other eye
is covered because Alphys could never get it right.
Papy Love
InterNutter
It was Mettaton's favourite part of the show. Coming down into
the audience and giving his fans a little thrill with some close
contact and casual compliments. Let them believe he loved them
all as equally closely.
It was the closest he ever came to feeling real love.
Until tonight, anyway.
And it started so innocently, too.
Just the same lines. The same compliments. The same casual
endearments. Mettaton didn't even remember what he said to the
handsome skeleton as he cruised past. But the reaction. O, the
reaction...
That had to be savoured.
"Are you _flirting_ with me?" he said. He sounded so... so
_excited_...
Mettaton just had to turn back and wink. He gave a little,
affirmative murmur, because his other eye was covered.
"Oh no...!" cried the Skeleton.
Oh no? Mettaton turned back, just in time for the lanky
skeleton to grasp his hand. Such a grip! So careful and caring
and captivating all at once.
"Mettaton... I should have known!" The skeleton gazed deeply
into his eye. Loving and fretful and so very heartbroken all at
once. "My charms have doomed you!" He was genuine. He really
meant it. "You are a star. Your love is the stage! You belong to
everyone--" He let go so he could fret with both hands. And he
looked so very good for the cameras. "And yet! You have fallen
for a simple - and cunningly handsome - skeleton!"
Mettaton laughed. He loved it. He loved the purple prose
tripping so elegantly from between those brightly-polished
teeth. He posed coyly and giggled a little. "You _do_ have
_quite_ the way with words, beautiful!" An unbidden thought
sneaked past his processors. _And you can use it forever..._
The skeleton posed dramatically. "_NO_ Mettaton! You must
forget me! Your fame, your glamour - _Don't throw it all away
for me_! How could your fans stand to see you in my strong yet
gentle embrace?"
_O good gods..._ was Mettaton's first thought. The second
thought whispered, _That doesn't sound at all bad, you know._
But he played it glib. Laughing and smiling for the cameras. For
his audience. "_Darling_! You're getting carried away!" He
played with the man, chucking his chin and flirting
outrageously. "But it's natural to be overwhelmed in my
presence." Flirt flirt. A little flash of the famous tongue that
got them all screaming. "I'm touched, I really am! I won't
forget you, Darling... I never forget a fan!"
The skeleton actually said, "Wowie!"
Mettaton left him blushing and sashayed onwards, pink boots
flashing in the limelight.
"Thanks!" Called the skeleton, "But - try not to lie awake
haunted by thoughts of my rugged physique and cool swagger!"
"I can handle it, Darling," Mettaton blew kisses all over the
place. "Do try to survive without me." He wished the entire
audience farewell with a cheery, "Toodles!"
The audience loved it. Cheered so loudly that no other
audience member could hear or say anything. Mettaton posed for
them all. Flirted with them all. Blew them kisses as the show
ticker thanked them all for coming.
Seventeen curtain calls. Wow.
He was nearly at one percent battery. Fortunately, Doctor
Alphys was nearby with an emergency charger. Undyne looming over
her shoulder to make sure Mettaton didn't impinge on Doctor
Alphys’ boundaries.
Mettaton behaved himself and refrained from comment as the
charger plugged in. He just sat and let the power flood his
batteries. The temptation to leave his body and peek at the
leaving audience was strong, tonight. But that would mean being
in the wrong kind of body again. Soft and ephemeral. Not able to
touch anyone or anything.
No. He'd rather be stuck here than drifting about in the wind.
"...that skeleton," Mettaton murmured. "Who was he?"
"Y-you never ask about the audience," Alphys murmured.
"Papyrus? That nerd? Why do you care about him?" demanded
Undyne.
"Papyrus," repeated Mettaton. Using every circuit to sound
like he didn't care. "He has that certain something, maybe. The
audience loved him."
"Huh. Yeah. Everyone loves him," snorted Undyne. "He's so
innocent and and humble... but he has this whole ego trip going
at the same time. People can't help but love him."
"Hmmmm," Mettaton murmured, sounding a little too dreamy at
that hum.
No. He was just another fan. It wasn't real love. He'd forget
about Papyrus without even needing a file wipe.
But every time he closed his eyes, Papyrus was gazing at him
in a mixture of love and sympathy.
Mettaton tried to shrug it off. Got on with the daily business
of wrapping up for the day. Preparing for the next show. Small
talk with Blooky and Shyren. And checking the ratings. And
polishing his plates.
And Papyrus was still looking at him like Mettaton was the
most important being in his life.
He had enough charge to get home and go to bed. Same old
ordinary power down. Same old ordinary idle time. Same old...
same old.
His new home above the surface was a lot more... rectangular
than the one he had in Waterfall. Human architects didn't trust
magical building methods. Mettaton stared at himself as he
brushed his wig. If he combed his hair, this way... the unpretty
and purely functional robot eye glared out at him. Poor Doctor
Alphys had immense trouble with the other eye. She was still
working on the cosmetic plates for it. But they never turned out
right.
If he combed it all the way over his face...
Papyrus was holding his hand. So passionately.
His overheat warning light started flashing. Mettaton
activated his cooling fans and turned the AC up a notch. Put his
hair back to normal. Polished his teeth. Snuggled down in his
fortified human bed.
Papyrus was still holding his hand. Staring at him with honest
adoration.
Mettaton plugged himself into the wall sockets. One for power,
one for internet. A little check of the news to see how the show
went.
CoolSkeleton95 had posted one of the news articles. _Actual
proof Mettaton touched me, the Great Papyrus! Hope he's not too
heartbroken..._
There it was. In full colour and with some parallax because so
many photos had been taken. They had made a 3-D version of
sorts.
Mettaton with his arm around Papyrus' shoulders.
Why, O why, had he not kissed that amazing skeleton? He was
right there! Mere inches away.
But no. He had turned away and laughed.
Laughed!
Why? Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Now this cool skeleton thought that he, Mettaton, didn't love
him at all.
...and that hurt...
Alarms started bleeping. Time to power down. Mettaton put
himself on Full Privacy mode and tried to focus. All he had to
do was keep his eyes closed for five minutes.
Now Papyrus was saying his name. So lovingly. Over and over
and he was so kissably close...
The overheating alarm blared.. Interrupting any chance at
rest. Fans on full. Air conditioning onto freezing. Mettaton let
the cool air blow right into his intakes before stumbling back
to bed. Face down.
O gods... now Mettaton wanted to know _exactly_ how a strong,
yet gentle embrace even worked.
He looked at the clock. Almost eleven at night. He should be
powered down already.
But no.
Every time he closed his eyes, his processors devoted
themselves full-time to analysing every last move Papyrus made.
_Stupid sexy skeleton..._
This was wrong. This was every kind of wrong.
Mettaton tossed and turned. Unbolted his pauldrons and threw
them across the room so hard that they embedded in the wall.
Huddled under his bedclothes. Kicked them off. Stared at the
ceiling.
Whispered his name.
"...papyrus..."
O, it hurt _so much_...
Mettaton whimpered. He was supposed to have this kind of
effect on his _audience_. It was what he lived for. He sighed,
his hot breath forming clouds of steam.
All he could think of was drawing that darling skeleton into
his grasp. Holding those lovely bones against his polished metal
frame. And kissing his lips off against those perfect alabaster
cheekbones.
He checked the time again.
Just a little past eleven.
_I hate you, you timepiece from Hades._
Mettaton tried to lock all thoughts of Papyrus away in a
no-access folder. Forget him. Just for tonight. Forget all about
how broad his shoulders were. How strong his grip was. How
delightfully cool to the touch he had been. His sweet words. His
cute blush. The expression on his stupid darling beautiful face
when he'd said 'wowie'.
Gone from his reach.
All he had to do was hit 'commit'.
Just one little click.
Just.
One.
Click.
NO! He couldn't do it. He couldn't make it go away.
Not even half-past eleven, yet. Mettaton got back online and
searched all about his symptoms. It was true.
He _had_ fallen for a humble, yet cunningly handsome,
skeleton.
Hard.
And deep.
And hopelessly.
Head over pink shiny heels in love.
Mettaton whispered a soft moan. Staring up at an uncaring
ceiling. White. White like his bones. "...why is this happening
to me?"
It was his fault. One hundred percent his. He was so...
genuine. As if the artifice of the stage was another dimension.
Playing and acting and saying the slightest untruth was simply
beyond him. When he said all those things, all that purple
monologuing... he meant every single word with every atom of his
being.
He really thought all those dorky, photoshopped pictures were
truly cool.
And that just made him cuter.
Doctor Alphys sent Mettaton a private message. _You should
have shut down hours ago. Is something wrong?_
Mettaton called her. "Oh darling, help me. I can't stop
overheating. He's too gorgeous."
Sigh. "P-put a cover on your mirror, Me-Mettaton."
"No! I'm not talking about me. It hurts, Doctor. Why didn't
anyone tell me it hurts? I just want to hold him and kiss him
and love... Oh... Oh why did he give me up?"
A tiny squeak. "Maybe we should c-come over and check your
melodrama circuits."
"Please," sighed Mettaton. "Something's gone very wrong. I
can't shut down." He got in another, helpless murmur of, "Oh, it
hurts..." before Doctor Alphys hung up.
Mettaton had no idea if Alphys was coming or not. He tried,
really tried, to settle himself. He turned his internet access
off again. He turned off the lights.
Papyrus was smiling at him.
Mettaton turned on the lights. He checked his plugs. He
checked his battery levels. Ten percent. He checked the time.
Just a little after half past eleven.
This was going to be the longest night of his life.
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More tomorrow if I have time.
#Post#: 111--------------------------------------------------
Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: July 28, 2016, 9:30 pm
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I have time
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"So is he being a giant wimp or what?" asked Undyne.
"I-I d-dunno..." Alphys hedged. "I'm g-getting some weird
r-readings..."
Undyne grappled Alphys into a hug so she could peer into
Alphys' phone. "Do you spy on everyone or just the people you
also have crushes on?"
Alphys went bright red. "U-u-u-undyne..." she squeaked. "I
h-have to monitor Mettaton's s-systems. If he f-fails... o-o-or
malfunctions..."
Undyne had begun kissing Alphys' neck. "I was just teasing.
Toughen up. So does he actually need help or is he making
another mountain out of a molehill?"
Alphys brought up the 'easy reading' version of her data.
"There's some w-worrying red-lines. I've n-never seen readings
like this. M-maybe we should-- I think we have t-to... um..."
Undyne let her go. "You get the nerd stuff, I'll get the real
tools."
"Undyne..." Alphys chided. "My 'nerd stuff' _is_ real
t-tools..."
Of all the things that the surface had to offer, cars were the
best. It was like fast travel that one could control. Undyne
loved them, but after five minutes in one, she was banned from
ever driving. Something about an enthusiastic disregard for the
rules. Alphys took three tries to get her license, and rigidly
adhered to the rules. Which Undyne called, "Driving like a
grandmother."
Nevertheless, they still made it to Mettaton's spacious abode
in one piece.
"There was no need to stop at that red light," Undyne
complained. "There was literally nobody else on the road."
"The r-rules exist for a reason, Undyne. And we're here s-s-so
why should it matter?"
Alphys had a spare key to Mettaton's place. Its insides spoke
largely of ego. Something to show off on television. Half of his
house was actually the set for _At Home With Mettaton_. His
actual personal space was a relatively small bedroom strewn with
diaries and studded with star decals.
They wound their way through the maze of rooms to find
devastation in Mettaton's bedroom.
It was freezing in there.
Twin pauldrons were embedded in the wall. Mettaton's fancy
hair was detached and dumped in the middle of the room as if
someone had thrown it. Screwdrivers and wrenches scattered the
floor, next to panels from his torso.
And sprawled on the bed, writhing as if he were in utter
discomfort, was what was left of Mettaton. Steam puffed out of
his vents. He gasped and panted when he wasn't moaning in
distress.
Alphys made a tiny shrieking noise and rushed to his side.
"It-it's okay. It's g-going to b-be okay... Let me run my
diagnostics. C-can you sit up?"
Mettaton lurched upright like Frankenstein's monster. Sat on
the edge of his bed like...
Like Alphys had been sitting on the edge of the abyss... when
Undyne had first met her. Whether facing an infinite drop, or
just the floor of the bedroom, that expression was terrifying.
Undyne scooped up as many parts as she could find. Helping
Alphys put the robotic superstar back together.
"Y-you know you c-can't change into your in-invulnerable form
without all y-y-your parts, Mettaton..."
"Oh, doctor... I don't know how I could stand being a
rectangle, right now..." His arms were extra noodly. Twining
around himself and the area like hyperactive snakes. It almost
seemed like... they were looking for something. And his
heart-shaped core... was pulsing. Throbbing. "I want to stay...
bishie..."
"Wants or not, w-whatever's stopping your p-power-down is
draining your batteries. Y-you need to be a r-rectangle, okay?"
Mettaton didn't answer. He just sat there, staring at nothing
and steaming gently.
Alphys hit the switch.
Undyne always turned away for that part. It looked...
uncomfortable. Seeing body parts just twist around like that.
"Thanks, Doctor," said Mettaton, his voice dead of emotion.
"Now I'm miserable _and_ ugly."
Whoah. That was a definite red flag. "You, Mettaton?" she
scoffed, putting a slice of mockery into her words. "You think
you're the greatest, no matter what shape you're in."
Mettaton's display was stuck on showing a heart. Its light
waxed and waned as if it, too, was throbbing. "I used to,"
whimpered Mettaton. He drew in his wheel and tried to rein in
his noodly arms. "I get such good ratings when I'm in bishie
mode. I know they love me more when I'm gorgeous."
Alphys wasn't paying attention to the heart. "Okay, your
battery power's increasing at last. These readings are still
off. But nothing unusual happened to make this happen."
"...papyrus," whispered Mettaton. His pixel heart across his
front strobed on and off.
Undyne took a deep breath in. "No," she said in tones of
unholy glee. "The glam-bot has a crush!"
Alphys startled from examining her readouts. "...a c-crush?"
she echoed.
"It's not a crush," Mettaton curled his twisting arms up
defensively. "It's just... he's so entrancing. And blatantly
honest. And so very beautiful. And devilishly charming. And
alluring. And- and- and- ooooohhh... So dreamy..."
Undyne coughed her way around, "He's in love."
"I bet you think this is so amusing. Mettaton, loved by
millions... Adored by thousands... helplessly snared by a stupid
crush."
"...i should r-really look at those m-melodrama circuits,"
murmured Alphys.
"He gave up on me," sighed Mettaton. "I checked. He's not even
online. He could be doing anything... with anyone."
Undyne glared at the robot. He was completely unaware that
Alphys had taken his panels off and was busy checking his
circuitry. "You are talking about Papyrus, right? He's gone to
sleep in his stupid racecar bed."
"What?" gasped Mettaton.
"It's way too small for him, I dunno why he doesn't just get a
bigger one."
"_WHAT?_"
"...ugh, y-your core is a mess... Look at all that ectoplasm,"
muttered Alphys. "W-where's the wet vac?"
"He's gone to bed," repeated Undyne. "Papyrus always posts
this goofy 'goodnight undernet' message before he goes to sleep.
And a 'good morning' one when he wakes up."
"O fickle fortune... he's _sleeping_?"
"...yeah, there's some loose solder in here, hang on..."
"How could he possibly sleep at a time like _this_?" demanded
Mettaton. "I'm languishing..."
"Okay, the ego circuits check out," said Alphys.
"It's the middle of the night. Of course he's asleep," argued
Undyne. "I trained him. He could sleep like a log in any
circumstances. A real soldier knows when rest is vital to
success!"
"...m-more like he sleeps like a baby after his brother
r-reads him a story," mumbled Alphys. She emerged from
Mettaton's workings, putting him back together in the process.
"Okay. There's nothing actually mechanically wrong with you.
A-any more." She checked her readings. "You're recharging just
fine. Y-you're fine."
"Then _why_," demanded Mettaton, "does it still hurt when I
think of him just... not. Caring?"
"You're i-in lo-ove," singsonged Undyne.
Alphys caught on and sang the same taunting tune, "You've got
a cru-ush!"
Mettaton tried to wheel himself away, caught up short thanks
to his charger cable, and crashed to the floor. "I'm not. I
can't. I'm the perfect entertainer. I'm loved by millions. I
can't actually love any of them _back_!"
"Looks like you can," smirked Undyne.
Alphys had got out her phone. "H-hey Undernet," she dictated
as she typed. "Quiz question: Who does Mettaton have a crush
on?"
"Alphys..." Mettaton begged.
Undyne left to fetch her some of her favourite noodles.
Mettaton prided himself in keeping something for everyone. Sure
enough, there was a small break room nearby that included a
stash of instant ramen and a kettle.
"A: Papyrus. B: Papyrus..."
"Alphys."
"C: Papyrus. D: Sans."
"DON'T POST THAT!"
"Hey. Y-you made fun of _me_ on live TV," countered Alphys.
"Yes!" Undyne roared. "You tell 'im!"
Mettaton remained on the floor. "Go ahead. Humiliate me. I
could never show any of my faces again. Millions will be
heartbroken."
Alphys sighed. Put down the phone. "It's n-not as if I have
that m-many followers, anyway."
Undyne made her sit in the break room. Transferred Mettaton's
recharging cable to in there, and took a seat herself. "Relax,
you big drama queen. Having a crush isn't the end of the world."
"...it certainly feels like it from here," sighed Mettaton.
Alphys took pity on him. She was always the tender one.
"H-hey. I... I've been there. Okay? Y-you gotta be a little
brave and see if they like you back. If they don't, then you
c-can move on and if they do... Um." She blushed.
Undyne pushed the ramen towards her. "Eat, love goddess." To
Mettaton, she said, "You can't be afraid of love. It's the
greatest challenge there is. And the greatest chance at
happiness... You have to grab it by the horns and ram it in the
head!"
"That's bulls, sweetie," said Alphys, her mouth full.
"It doesn't matter. Every problem contains a victory at it's
core. Go! Battle it! WIN!"
Alphys meaningfully cleared her throat.
Undyne calmed down and sat down from her former dramatic pose.
"And tell me how it turned out. I love celebrity gossip."
"How do I even start?"
Alphys, finished with her ramen, was making another post.
"Hey, CoolSkeleton95, w-would _you_ smooch a ghost?"
"ALPHYS!"
Undyne always loved her sense of mischief.
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More tomorrow if I have time
#Post#: 113--------------------------------------------------
Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: July 29, 2016, 11:20 pm
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Mor:
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Dawn.
Papyrus made his obligatory 'good morning' post and went out
for his daily jog. Even though there was no longer a Royal
Guard, he still considered himself a general guardian of all
monsterkind. Not that there were many threats to monsterkind.
But that didn't mean that he should let himself go.
He prided himself in keeping his body fit and his abilities
honed. If somebody needed him, then he was ready. And if nobody
needed him, that was better. He even sang a little human song as
he jogged.
"Sun is shining in the sky... There ain't a cloud in sight.
It's stopped raining. Everybody's in a play. It's a beautiful
new day."
"Oh, I agree, beautiful..." purred a familiar voice.
Papyrus stopped cold. Staring. "Wowie. You go jogging in the
morning, too?"
"Not before today," Mettaton admitted. "I haven't got quite up
to jogging, yet, darling. The terrain's a little tricky in
heels."
"You could try running through it as a rectangle," suggested
Papyrus.
"But then I would be rolling, and not jogging. Everyone seems
to love it." Metttaton stopped leaning on a tree and began
walking towards him. "I thought I'd try it to see... Whoops!"
Those heels _did_ make things tricky.
Papyrus caught him before he could fall far. "Maybe you should
get better feet for an exercise track."
One of Mettaton's arms wound around his like a python, and
finished with grasping his hand. "And I'm so far from home, by
now. I don't suppose you'd like to walk me home, handsome?"
"Of course! I, the Great Papyrus, would never leave a citizen
of New Monster City in distress."
"My hero," said Mettaton. "And on the way, you can share some
of your fitness secrets."
It took a while. Mettaton kept stumbling because he was paying
attention to him, the Great Papyrus, rather than where he was
putting his feet. All natural, of course, the Great Papyrus knew
that his roguish charms were a problem for many. He cheerfully
lectured Mettaton about how a large glass of milk before bedtime
was essential to Skeleton health, and a sound sleep.
"Of course, it might not work for a robot like you. Perhaps
some warm oil?"
"...mmmm... rubbed lovingly into all my joints..." mumbled
Mettaton. He startled and coughed. A little steam leaked from
his vents. "Um. Actually. I can eat and drink any old thing I
like. My systems process it for um... maintenance. It's
supremely technical and boring, that's why I let Doctor Alphys
explain it all."
Papyrus laughed, "NYA-HAHAHAHAHAHA... Of course you need to be
interesting. But... isn't your everything interesting?"
"Some don't think so." Mettaton stumbled into an accidental
embrace. He was steaming quite a bit. He untangled himself with
a chuckle. "Why, just the mention of hyper-metabolic atom
reclamation and repurposing and their eyes just glaze over."
"Wow," said Papyrus. "That sounds like some super-advanced
technology. How does it work?"
"You're... interested? In that?"
"Of course. I, the Great Papyrus, love to learn about all
things. Except crosswords. Those are definitely too dull!"
Mettaton had a musical giggle. Of course he did. "Well, if you
must know..." His robot 'digestive system' heated and
pressurised pulverised material of an organic origin, turning it
into water and oil. The oil went to his joints and kept his
servos lubricated, and the water went into the boiler of a
reserve generator that helped him maintain his bishie body.
"Cool!" Papyrus enthused. "So you can turn any food into fuel?
Like Spaghetti?"
"Yes."
"Meatballs?"
"Yes."
"Tomato spaghetti sauce?"
"Darling, all those are found in the same dish. Try thinking
outside the spaghetti plate."
"Lasagna?"
Another musical laugh. "Yes, darling. That too. You do know
that Lasagna is basically a spaghetti cake, don't you?"
"Yes! That's why I got lasagna with a candle on it for my
birthday. As well as getting to see your show in person. A rare
and excellent treat."
What happened next was a mystery to Papyrus. Mettaton stumbled
over nothing and acted like the wind had been knocked out of
him. Almost taking them both down. The handsome celebrity robot
was breathing fast and looked... frightened? Oil trickled out of
his visible eye.
"Y-you... I... You won't be there?"
"Sadly not, you will have to carry on with your show without
the adoring presence of me, the Great Papyrus. But never fear!
It's less than a year until the next time I will be able to
attend once more!"
"...oh no..." Mettaton whispered. He was trembling.
"Something's gone wrong," worried Papyrus. "I should take you
straight to Alphys' place." He quickly scooped up Mettaton and
began jogging there.
"No! She's not there. She's at my place."
"Your place? It shouldn't be time for your five-thousand-mile
check-up..."
The robot blushed and giggled nervously. "I... Darling, I had
a teensy-tiny mechanical flaw, last night. She came over to fix
it." A cough. "It... might have taken most of the night, so I
generously let her and Undyne stay in one of my guest rooms."
"Nevertheless, I the Great Papyrus, will dash to your rescue!"
There was only one.. slight... problem with that plan. "Uh.
Which way to your house?"
Mettaton fell silent, clinging tight to his strong and capable
shoulders. Hiding his lovely face from the judging world.
"Never fear, Mettaton. For I, the Great Papyrus, will do what
no man thinks to do! I... will ask... for directions."
Mettaton breathed something like,
"...nonopleasedon'tjustholdmeforever..." into Papyrus' clavicle.
He must be suffering a malfunction. So brave to come out and
entertain his fans while he was in trouble!
Papyrus ran for the nearest road, found someone walking
their... baby brother? ...on a leash.
"Excuse me. Do either of you know the way to Mettaton's
place?"
Both pointed.
Papyrus charged on. Mettaton clung tightly to him, as if the
robotic star of stage and screen never wanted to let go. And he
really was leaking a lot of steam...
After four sets of directions, Undyne joined him. "The hell
are you doing, dorkface?"
"I'm rescuing Mettaton! Soon, I shall arrive at his mansion
where Doctor Alphys will enact more repairs."
"You just passed it, dweeb."
"...no, she's lying," whispered Mettaton. "...don't listen to
her."
"You little sneak!" Undyne grabbed Papyrus' arm. Then just
grabbed Papyrus and held him over her head with Mettaton still
in his arms.
"Wowie! You're stronger than ever, Undyne."
"There's a human gym not far from New Monster City, it's
amazing. I should take you, sometime."
"No, no, no..." Mettaton wailed. "Papyrus, darling. Cover your
precious eyes. You're going to see unmentionable horrors..."
But by then, they were all inside. Surrounded by a cloud of
bricks and plaster because human doors were not made for three
monsters at once.
"Yeah, Alphys said something about taking a nap," said Undyne.
"I'll wake her up." One very deep breath. "AY YO NERD! GUESS
WHAT?" She put Papyrus down, who still held the steaming
Mettaton in his arms.
"Wowie. This place isn't at all messy, Mettaton. That rubble
Undyne caused will sweep up, no problem."
"...that's not what I'm talking about..."
"THERE'S MY BEST NERD!"
Doctor Alphys sleepily stumbled down some stairs. Murmuring.
Though she had put her glasses on, she had yet to open her eyes.
And she had yet to put on anything else.
"...alphys sleeps in her underwear..."
Alphys made it all the way to Mettaton and Papyrus. Opened her
eyes a crack. "...cute couple. When's th' wedding?"
"...alphys, nuuuu..." sobbed Mettaton.
"Mettaton tried jogging too soon after his repairs, last
night," said Papyrus. "He's so brave. He didn't want his fans
seeing him malfunctioning." Papyrus held himself proudly,
"That's why I, the Great Papyrus, only asked his neighbours as I
rushed to get him safely home!"
"..geddim on th' slab..." mumbled Alphys. Leading the way in a
zombie shuffle.
Undyne got the door for her. "She'd bump into it a few times
if I didn't..."
Papyrus followed so he could lay Mettaton carefully down on
the slab. Mettaton's hands remained clinging tight to his
outfit, however. Causing the robotic arms to extend accordingly.
"You can let go, now, Mettaton."
"...must I?" he murmured. Then startled. "Oh. Yes. Mustn't
keep you from your jogging." His hands reluctantly let go of
him, and reluctantly clung to each other slightly too tightly.
Mettaton didn't look at all when he said, "Toodles," in a dull,
flat voice.
Oil was leaking from his eyes.
Papyrus slowly backed away. Wondering why he felt like a
traitor. "If... if you have to cancel," he said, "I understand."
"Nonsense, beautiful. I'm tougher than I look."
It was hard to believe that when Alphys had most of his
cosmetic panels off.
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Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: July 30, 2016, 5:17 pm
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Guess I forgot to post, yesterday.
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Mettaton had been upgraded, of course. Alphys couldn't just
stop at repairs. She found a new way for his processors to
handle emotions and... well... things were slightly less
painful. He knew Papyrus wouldn't be in the studio audience. He
had survived such an absence, before. He could do it again.
The show must go on.
And yet...
Mettaton had never paid so much attention to how he would look
on the screens at home before. Fussing and primping and making
sure he had just enough gloss to be the right kind of shiny. Had
to look good for the viewers at home. Flirt with the camera...
maybe a little more often than the requisite minimum.
Had to give the viewers at home an experience.
Especially the one viewer who counted the most. Visualisation
was key. All he had to do was imagine that he was on the other
side of the cameras and flirt like his life depended on it.
It had, once upon a time.
He could do it again.
And this time, he knew the someone he aimed to make happy.
Papyrus. Gorgeous, darling, sincere, and adorable Papyrus.
Several small alerts went off. He had to stop thinking about
that marvellous skeleton. Just... pretend he was in the
audience. Yes. Just out of sight behind the cameras. Not even
aware of Mettaton's feelings for him.
More alarms. Focus. Mettaton glared at his reflection in the
mirror. "It's going to be a great show," he told himself. "Just
like all the others. I'm the star. They all love me." Even he
did. Yes. Just... not as intimately as Mettaton would have
liked.
Ah, such was the life of a star. Just as lonely and isolated
as he had been when he and his spirits had been at their lowest.
"Curtain in five," said Burgerpants.
"No angst, darling," Mettaton told his mirror. "It's all out
or get out."
The show passed in a blur. The same old dances. The same old
songs. The same old generic flirting with the lucky few in the
audience.
Just as empty as it had always been. Just as reflex as his
instinct to pose just so for the cameras.
The same old dark stage with the same old Alphys tending to
his recharging.
He'd never felt more lonely in his life. Not even way back
when he didn't have this fabulous robot body.
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Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: July 31, 2016, 7:59 pm
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MOAR!
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Dawn found him walking. Just... aimlessly walking. Saying
'hello' to anyone who was awake. Just... wandering street by
random street with no idea where he was going or what he was
going to do while he was there.
Mettaton checked his battery and fuel levels. More than enough
to find his way home. But... did he want to? He found himself
thinking the way he had thought before he started that silly
club. That nobody would notice if he just... vanished.
He could exit his body. Leave it somewhere. Become Happablook
again, and be ignored. Shy, awkward Happablook who was in love
with everything human. Invisible. Ephemeral. Touched by no-one
and touching nothing.
“...hey mettaton.”
He nearly jumped out of his metal skin. As it was, he shrieked
in an unseemly way and whirled to face… the brother. Sans. All
skeletons seemed to be named after fonts. “Oh. It’s you.”
“...whaddaya doin’ all the way up at snowdout? ...that’s a
long way from new new home.”
Mettaton only had one option - lie like a rug. “Oh, you know
how it is. Scouting locations, seeing what local flavour I could
add to the show. Keeping in touch with the fandom…” And some of
that fandom just happened to be jogging by. Did he _have_ to
wear those hot pants everywhere? He was too yummy for words.
Mettaton struck a dramatic pose. “It’s good for me to stay
grounded, you know?”
Sans gave Mettaton a look so calculating that it possibly
solved Fermat’s theorem. “...yeah,” he said. “...sure was nice
of you to come all the way out here to see my brother.”
Mettaton could not allow the truth to come out. He acted for
imaginary cameras and smiled a dazzling smile. Laughed a
conceding laugh. “Oh, darling. It’s not _just_ Papyrus. I have
many fans here.” And then some of the truth leaked out with, “He
_is_ a sweetheart, though.” He thought he covered valiantly
with, “It’s always a treat to meet such a devoted fan.”
“...well, i know it means the world to my brother,” he said.
“...so thanks.” He started to turn away, and then turned back.
“...oh, and about dating papyrus…”
“I--? Didn’t--?”
“...i think you’ve got a shot, even if the others don’t think
you have a… _ghost_ of a chance.” Where he got the rim shot
effect from, Mettaton could only guess.
But the joke… Did he know? Mettaton had kept his deadly secret
a closely-guarded -well- _secret_. The odds of Sans actually
knowing were astronomical. Mettaton forgot himself for a moment
and reverted to his pre-robot habit of shrinking and cringing in
place. “...darling, is that… supposed to be a joke…”
He shrugged, “heh, you’re right. why am i telling ghost jokes…
when you’re a robot?” He winked. “my mistake. welp, see ya.”
“O-of course, darling…” Mettaton was left speechless. But not
helpless. He didn’t pay any attention to his phone as he sent an
urgent text to Alphys. Watching that white-trimmed hoodie until
it and its wearer vanished from sight.
Alphys’ texts in return were disbelieving.
_You think_
_sans_
_is threatening you_ and a strange character emoji that
depicted a frowning, disbelieving face.
Mettaton could only text back, _I CAN’T TELL_. It left him
feeling more lost and frightened than the first time he tried on
the old ‘calculator’ body. More terrified than the first time he
tried being an entertainer.
And worse, Papyrus had spotted him. “Mettaton! You’re a long
way from home. Trying out jogging again?”
It was his first case of bad stage-fright since he realised
that nobody could know he was a ghost in a robot body. He
choked. He froze. He whimpered. And then he ran. First on his
sleek pink heels, and then on his one wheel. And then on his
rocket. All the way to his spacious mansion. All the way to the
tiny room that reminded him of the home he used to have. And
even then, he hid under the bed before he called Blooky.
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Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: August 2, 2016, 10:33 pm
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It's been a crowded few days :#)
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Papyrus jogged all the way to Mettaton’s place. He had, of
course, seen the metalic monster superstar and wondered why
Mettaton had subsequently run away. He had never seen the star
of stage and screen look so… terrified. And he had followed
Mettaton’s career since that first performance on _Good Morning,
Underground_.
Him and all that associated delicate machinery had to have
been undergoing a lot of stresses, lately. And since no other
monsters needed his help, then it was up to him, the Great
Papyrus, to do whatever he could to help. He was, after all, the
great and talented, self-appointed guardian of all monsterkind.
It shouldn’t matter if it was one monster or one hundred. He
would help them _all_!
But since it was also his morning workout, he jogged all the
way there. Mettaton’s palace was dark and creepy. None of the
atmospheric lighting was on, and the dawn’s early light cast
strange shadows in unexpected places. Papyrus swallowed his fear
and went searching.
Room after well-appointed room was empty. Barren of any signs
of life. Until he got to the smallest bedroom in the house. A
pink, star-studded place half the size of the luxurious closets
sported by every other bedroom suite in the house. And within
was Mettaton and his costar, Napstablook.
Ah, no wonder it was spooky in here! Ghosts always did that to
their surroundings. Whether they wanted to or not.
“...ooooohhhhh,” said Napstablook. “Please don’t be sad? There
are nice people out there…”
“...’es b’t,” snivelled Mettaton. “Th’ one I wanna be nice to
doesn’ wanna be nice t’ meeeeeee…” harsh, rough sobs. Mettaton
was having the worst time. “W’s the point’v bein’ popular if y’
can’t have lo-hu-hu-huuuuvvvv…?”
This was the worst case of ugly crying that he, the Great
Papyrus, had ever seen! He had to act at once! Papyrus ran for
the kitchens, where an MTT refrigerator had every food known to
man and monster-kind. He found a tub of Sweetest Treat nice
cream and set it next to the most comfortable chair in
Mettaton’s lounge room. That chair immediately got piled with
the softest cushions and one of the plushest blankets laid
nearby. Next, he prepared the most deluxe of hot chocolates.
Finally, he found the softest of tissues and the plushest of
dressing gowns. Those, he took with him into the smallest
bedroom, where he arrived in style, with his scarf-cape waving
behind him like a hero’s banner.
“Fear not, citizen, for I, the Great Papyrus, am here to
soothe your woes!”
And then he scooped up the miserable Mettaton's huddled form.
He applied the dressing gown and thrust the tissue box into the
robot superstar’s stunned hands. Then, carried Mettaton down to
the pillowed throne he had prepared. Seated comfortably, wrapped
in comfort in a double-fluffy combo, and with nice cream and hot
chocolate close to hand.
Papyrus knelt well within clear view of Mettaton's uncovered
eye. “Now,” he soothed. “Tell me who was stupid enough to refuse
you and I, the Great Papyrus, will knock some sense into them.”
Mettaton stared in open confusion for an entire minute. He
sniffed and snuffled and then… Disaster. His eye filled with oil
and he emitted a high pitched whine. His lovely face crumpled
into a grotesque mask of woe. And then he burst into wailing
tears.
Papyrus had been wrong, earlier. _This_ was the worst case of
ugly crying that he had ever seen. He had no idea what could
have sparked it off, but he laid a comforting hand on the
robot’s knee and cooed, “It's going to be all right. I, the
Great Papyrus, am here for you. Whatever you need, just say the
word.”
More misery and gibbering. If there were words in the middle
of it, then Papyrus couldn't understand a single one of them. No
words would work. Papyrus had only really studied battle magic.
There was only one thing he knew to do to soothe emotional
hurts. The one thing he could do for his brother when everything
else had failed.
He sang.
It was a song that stuck in his memory. Ever since he was a
baby bones. It stuck with him, even though he only heard it
once. It had helped cheer him up in sad and dark times, and it
helped Sans when nothing else would shake him out of a dark
mood. It was the song from a field of echo flowers, near the
snail farm. Papyrus had run away and got lost, but he brought
the song back with him, and sang away his brother’s nightmares.
And he remembered the lonely little ghost who had sang it and
then faded away. At times like this, he wished he could thank
that little ghost for the gift of her bittersweet song. But he
had the music, and that was plenty for needs like this.
It worked. Mettaton hiccoughed to a halt, staring at him in
utter confusion. His mouth agape, just slightly. Papyrus eased a
tissue across his silver face, pressed the hot chocolate into
his perfectly crafted hands.
Mettaton drank automatically, and once he got a taste, he
drank over half of it down. “Oh… Oh my… That's like drinking
liquid joy…” Sniff. He dug a spoon of nice cream out of the tub
and shoved it into his mouth. Hummed a pleased note. “How did
you come by that song?”
Papyrus smiled. “That's a bit of a story…”
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Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: August 3, 2016, 9:40 pm
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more at last. My compy is being an arsehole today.
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He was four years old, and mad at the entire universe. The
entire world was not fair. It was extremely unfair that Snowdin
was cold, and that Sans was sick all the time. It was unfair
that nobody wanted either of them as guests. Or employees. There
weren't any other skeletons for him to play with and Sans spent
most of his time sound asleep and the kids he could play with
didn't want to and called him names and laughed at his oversized
and threadbare clothes and his last three meals had come out of
a trash pile…
It was worse than unfair.
He hid in the middle of a field of echo flowers and pretended
that the babble of voices all around him were his friends. And
that life didn't ever have to be unfair again. And that they
wanted to help him and his brother.
And out of nowhere, there was a song. Papyrus looked up, and
looked around. There was a little pink ghost, floating above the
flowers and singing to herself. A song without words, but full
of feeling. Sad yet hopeful. Full of goodbye and wishing of
hellos. Mourning in the dark, but with a little glimpse of the
dawn.
It made him think that, no matter how bad things were, there
was always a slice of hope. A tomorrow. Another day. Something
to work towards, like a beacon in the night.
He had stood, grinning, with the song echoing all around him
in the flowers. And the pink ghost saw him and faded away. Her
song had ended, but the melody stayed with him.
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Re: Papy Love
By: InterNutter Date: August 7, 2016, 4:28 am
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MOAR!
====8<====
“That song saved my life,” he said. “I sing it for Sans when
he can't sleep. Or when he's… Sad.” Papyrus stared into infinity
for a moment. “And just three days after that, things got
better. You did a news piece about our little shop. My brother
and I got more work. And… a nice old lady gave us her house.”
“That was you? It was always you! I should have remembered. I
should have known. It was you! With the flowers! And the box!
And-- ooooh! You were my lucky charm! I should have _seen_ it!”
Nice cream half-eaten, hot chocolate half-consumed, Mettaton
squealed as he launched himself from his cushioned throne just
so he could dance like a massive nerd in a moment of unguarded
glee. “It was _you_! All along, it was _you_!”
It was a babble of incoherent gibberish, but there was a heart
of a story in the middle of it. About a little pink ghost who
wanted to be a superstar. About how the ghost didn’t know if
anything they did was any good at all. And about how there was a
skeleton kid in the flowers where he sang a song without words,
to get all his feelings out. The look on that kid’s face was
enough to inspire that ghost to go ahead with his decision. To
become Mettaton.
And he was the same little skeleton who was one of Mettaton’s
first news pieces for _Good Morning Underground_. A piece that
was so good that it started a flood if interest in Mettaton
himself. As well as a flood of interest in the skeleton brothers
who were just trying to make ends meet.
And once again, that same skeleton was behind the very human
that brought Mettaton’s highest ratings in his entire career.
“Impossible,” breathed Papyrus. “That ghost was a girl…”
Mettaton deflated into a depressed slump in his cushioned
throne. “Please understand that I don’t like to do this. I…
hate… being my old me. I… _was_… a ghost. And all the other
things. I’m not that any more.” He opened his chest plate and
punched in a code. An automated voice began a countdown and his
SOUL chamber opened. “I’m doing this for you,” he said. “So you
understand.”
“Three,” said the automated voice. “Two. One.”
Mettaton’s body slumped. There was a diminishing whine as his
motors stopped running. His SOUL separated from its chamber and,
gradually at first, a pink halo formed around it. The ghost girl
from the field of echo flowers. Her face twisted up in an
expression of pain and disgust. “I d-d-d-don’t like this
mmm-me,” she said. “I feel… www-wrong… like th-this. B-but I am
nnn-now and always have b-b-b-been a b-boy. D-do you understand,
P-Papyrus?”
He nodded. This was serious stuff. “Of course, Mettaton. Go
back to your real body. It’s okay. I get it now.”
The ghost looked so sad as he faded out of sight and the SOUL
re-entered his robot body. A sadness that eased onto Mettaton’s
face. “I understand if you hate me now,” he said. “Many… would
see what I’ve done as a lie…”
“Why would I hate you?” said Papyrus. “You changed my life.”
“And now I want you in mine,” Mettaton whispered. “Please?
Name the time and place. Tell me what to wear. Anything.”
“Y-you mean… a date?”
“Oohh, yes…”
“Between a star like you and a humble skeleton like me?”
“Oohh, _yes_.”
“With a candlelit dinner and fancy clothes and flowers and
music and dancing?”
“Oh! Yes!”
“Mettaton…”
“Yes, darling, yes!”
“I’m afraid I have to refuse.”
“Y-- What?” Mettaton deflated, lost. “Y-you said you d-don’t
have any r-rr-reason t-t-to hate mmmm-me?”
“I, the Great Papyrus, have been reading up on the dating
manual and Step Fifteen is: _Deliver a gentle and loving kiss to
let them know you want to see them again._ I’m a skeleton. I
don’t have lips.” He sighed. “I’m doomed to remain alone. I
cannot deliver that which my love truly deserves.”
“Th-there’s still hugging? I c-c-can k-kiss for the b-both of
us. P-p-p-please! It’s yyy-you I www-want.” He muttered an oath.
“Lll-look at mmm-me. I’m sss-so upset, I’m sss-stuttering
ag-g-gain. I’m a mmm-mess.” He snagged the nice cream and all
but engulfed it. “P-p-p-please, d-d-darling… I… I think I
nnn-need you.”
Papyrus had so many conflicting emotions. The star he had
loved was, in reality, the ghost he owed his life to. And this
same star loved him. And yet, real love could never be possible,
because he, the Great Papyrus, needed lips to do the kissing
part. And there were two chapters in the dating book about
kissing. With graphs and science.
Kissing was _important_ if he wanted to give his date the very
best. And he certainly wanted to give Mettaton nothing short of
the very best. Possibly more than the very best. And since
Mettaton had asked him, the Great Papyrus out… then he _had_ to
deliver the very best.
“I must think about things,” he announced at last. “When I, the
Great Papyrus, have a solution, then I shall return for our
date.” He had to hurry. Finding a solution was going to take a
long time, he was certain. And the sooner he started and the
faster he worked at it.
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The next section is not finished. I am accepting the silliest
things you can think of as a solution to the kissing thing.
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