Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 3: Calculator

[REVISED]
"Neo! Neo!" Said a cute pink bunny in my dream. I was about to pull out a gun and shoot it in the head when my dream was abruptly stopped. "Ehh? Wha?" I asked sleepily, touching the back of my neck. Hm. I could've sworn that night I had plugged myself in before I had gone to bed. "Neo!" Said the voice again. It sounded like Mettaton's, but more robotic. "Neo!" The voice repeated. I looked behind me. A huge calculator sat there, it's wheel spinning. "Hey!" It said. I leapt to my feet and jumped back. "Augh! Who are you?" I screeched. "Neo! Calm down! It's me, Mettaton! Someone flipped my switch!" The calculator said. "I'm doubting that." I hissed. The calculator made a series of beeping noises, and rolled towards me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Please just flip my switch." It said, turning around. The back was coated in shiny silver duct tape, and somebody wrote "please don't flip switch". "It says not to flip the switch."
"Sans! I hate him! Please flip the switch!"
"There's duct tape all over your back."
"... Oh. Guess I'll have to wait." The calculator known as Mettaton sped out of the room and into the room where Sans and Papyrus were sleeping. What a great way to wake up.
A yawn fluttered from my sore lips, weary new eyes of mine swiveled around in their dry sockets. A low moan seemed to stifle the morning stillness, my chest heaved to life. The cold metal fingers now called mine twitched slightly as I began to gain control of the robotic body, tempting my iron eyes to dance open. With a guttural heave, I tore my upper body from the dry mat in which I had slept. Gazing around the tainted room with cloudy eyes, it was clear I was alone. Only now I began to notice the strong aroma omitting from outside the dull room, it seemed to waft in by clouding the air around me. Wiping my eyes, I dragged my marionette-like legs to a standing position, the flimsy strands of metal wobbling carelessly as they were weak from sleep. With a last sigh and a quick mirror check, I marched out of the room to follow the sharp aroma.
"Ugh... What's for breakfast?" I asked sleepily as I stumbled down the stairs, gripping onto the rail for dear life. Undyne smiled, probably a bad sign. Papyrus popped out from behind her. They were both wearing aprons, and Papyrus had a chef hat on. This was definitely a bad sign. "Pancakes." Undyne said, flipping one of the multiple pancakes littered across a bunch of frying pans. "And spaghetti." Papyrus inquired, sounding proud of his work. "Umm... Pancakes and spaghetti?" I questioned their choices in breakfast, because from what my mind told me breakfast was pancakes and an orange or something. Not spaghetti. "It's always a time for spaghetti!" Exclaimed Papyrus. "... I'll go get Sans and Mettaton." I said, inching back up the stairs. "Okay!" They both said.
"Why Sans?!"
"You're really funny-looking like that."
"Can you please undo the duct tape?!"
"No way, man. This is too funny."
I shuffled into the guest room, where Sans was sitting on the bed while Mettaton wheeled about the room. "Hey... Undyne and Papyrus are making breakfast." I said, causing the two to turn around to stare at me. "Oh no." They both said at the same time. "What?" I asked. "Uh, we'll deal with them later. Neo, can you get a knife from downstairs so I can get this tape off? Please, darling?" Mettaton pleaded. "Sure."
I stomped down the stairs, my metal legs making more sound than I bargained for. "Angry?" Undyne asked, focused on her flaming pancake. "No. Got a knife?" I responded. "Yeah, knife rack over there." She pointed a finger over to a metal rack with a multitude of knives lined up. I walked over, and picked one up. Before I knew what was happening, my eyes rolled back and I fell onto the ground, the knife scraping my arm.

"Behold! The power of Neo!" I screamed at the girl. The grip on her bloody knife tightened, and she took an intimidating step forward. I stood my ground, my blaster aimed at her face. "You can't hurt me, fool!" She spat. I charged the blaster, and right before I fired she drove her knife into my soul. I felt the soul evaporating into the air, and I reached for the dust, the metal coating becoming heavier than any weight I had ever lifted. "Sans... I'm so sorry. I failed you..." I croaked, black liquid seeping from my mouth. Everything went black, and I heard a laugh that belonged to a certain flower.

My upper body shot up, and I spat the same black liquid that was trickling from my mouth in the vision, or was it a dream? Everyone but Flowey and Sans were looming above me, their faces worried,but I couldn't hear what they were saying. All I could hear was the sound of a knife driving into a soul, over and over again. Sans shoved everyone aside and gathered me into his arms, and hugged me tightly. I could only hear his voice over the others. "Hey, hey. It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, Neo. You had another vision, didn't you?" I started sobbing, hugging him back. I felt stupid, acting like a child in front of everyone, but I needed a hug from Sans. Something told me he understood. Something told me he knew.
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Admin note: okay thanks so much @kindlethebrezeon for helping me out a little bit. Her and @BeneaththeVeil will be helping me sometimes when I get lazy, (Although ultimately, this story is shared with Kindle) and Kindle will be writing all of Chapter 4 in Papyrus' POV because I'm gonna be on a flight. Thanks for reading!