Mettaton X Reader- Healing Love

Ch. 1- Help Me

Song: Alesso/OneRepublic- If I Lose Myself
https://youtu.be/snVhi74Q3vk

Song above is what inspired this chapter ^_^
Will have a song for all chapters!
Hope this is good enough :3

Warnings- Mention of depression, suicidal feelings, self harm.

Recently, things were only getting worse.
People noticed my extremely reserved attitude, and suggested that I'd go to a help group this month. Worry shook me violently, as not too long ago the barrier between the Underground and Overground had fallen, and coming face to face with an under-dweller is something I wish to avoid. Rumours have been stuck around in the air reminiscent of a bad smell. Monsters are dangerous, they hurt humans, they're unpredictable, etcetera etcetera.

What if one was at this counselling session? What if I'm the only human? Horrific thoughts and scenarios flitted through my mind, leaving me in a self absorbed trance. My co-workers had booked an appointment for me, and it was so soon. 2nd March. It's the 28th February today. Oh I really am excited.
The date soon rolled around, anxiety dragging every last second of this panic stricken torture out. I approach the receptionist. She's behind a wire laced glass panel. Slightly unnerving. I tap my nails on the counter to attract her attention.
"Oh hello, how may I help?" Her white teeth stuck through her crimson lips, the blatant fake smile ever widening.
"I'm here to attend a self help group. I'm ___ ___."
My voice quivered, hands shaking from the nervousness. My head felt thick and full of lead.
Legs weak, ankles buckling. She told me to walk down the corridor and turn right, so I can enter the room marked 'D1'.
Here it goes. My hands, sweaty and pale, gripped onto the handle weakly, and reluctantly pulled the door open. Two women sat side by side, smiling. I was obviously late, as all eight participants have already arrived. The duo of ladies introduce themselves, hands outstretched to greet. They're the leaders of the group. I peek around at the other members. They're all human. Thank fuck for that.

Seven of us had told the group about themselves, name, age, so on. We come to the eighth person, and I realise my judgement was totally wrong. We aren't all human here.
Grey in colour, the cuboid robot begins to speak. He tells us his name is Mettaton, and he comes from the underground. He's really nice actually. The others in the group say nasty things to him, however, they don't realise something. I will take them down if need be. We're all here because we have issues, and encouraging said problems is something I am not allowing. Death glares will have to do for now.
After everyone stated their problems, I realised why they didn't care for the monster's feelings. Learnt that what they faced were in fact, drug addictions, not emotional problems, or any kind of mental illness, just they fucking can't put down the foil coated parcels.

I announced the reason I'm attending these courses, and it seems to shock Mettaton via choice of speech. Self esteem, suicidal and most other things around the subject of depression.
All eyes on the little robot now. Strangely enough, he's going through the same things as me. I look at him sympathetically, but all the others snicker and point. Screw them.
Today's session comes to a close, so Mettaton and I exchange numbers and agree to talk on Facebook.

7:00PM

My monster friend has been sending me messages ever since we walked away from the session. We've really gotten close in the past few hours, and have even agreed to meet tomorrow, in the park. Surely this will go down well with all the ignorant people around. I decide I had better wash up and smell gorgeous for the little sweetie.

Lathering a cherry scented foam onto my skin, I think about the course of today's events. I told a bunch of junkies about my depression. I've made friends with an adorable robot monster named Mettaton. This has lead to a meet up tomorrow, which will obviously entail hatred from others. Great.
I rinse myself off, also smoothing out the conditioner I left in my hair for a while to create silky locks. Subtly stepping out of my water, one leg probed out to test the coldness out of water. After feeling the cooling air wrinkling my foot, I instantaneously yank my black, ribboned, Egyptian cotton towel off the radiator and hurriedly cuddle into it, preventing drips of cold water from my hair dripping onto my back. I smile at the warmth seeping into my shivering body. Then my eyes avert to something a lot less appealing. What I did last night.

...

They stand there, lined up like regimental soldiers, all wearing a uniform of red velvet. Yes, those. All scabbed over and perfectly aligned to your wrist. Self harm. Something I didn't share with the group, seeming as nobody else there experienced it. Or so I thought. Sighing, I slip into a cuddly, fluffy onesie, and decide it's time I settled into bed. After all I do have a big day tomorrow.
I don't dream about anything. Strange, really, seeming as I usually dream about loved ones dying, or leaving in some form. However I didn't, so I started this day off with a happy note. That is until I saw myself in the mirror.
This is why I'm going to those sessions. I just feel revolting in my own skin. I don't feel comfortable at all. I feel awful, disgusting, a waste of someone's sight. Heading to my drawers, I see all my clothes stuffed in carelessly. I lost hope in trying to look good. They'd call me ugly no matter what I look like. I felt like giving up, and I would have done last night, but... There's something about this Mettaton guy that I just can't get enough of. Maybe we would help each other? Hopefully. I guess I might be a little determined? I don't know. Been so long since I actually cared for emotions, or expressing myself.

Sloppily, I slap a pair of black jeans on, a white/black striped shirt and a pair of sneakers. Oh and don't forget the all important hoodie. Realising the time, I rush in doing makeup, to the point there's barely any there. I power walk down to the park, and wait on the edge of the glorious water fountain. It's huge, but so magnificent. Koi are kept in the pond nearby, and a gorgeous robust oak tree stands proud in the summer sun.

Not long after I arrive, taking in the scenic beauty of the breathtaking nature, I see my friend coming through the wooden gates of the field. He lets out a friendly hello and a wave of his hand to me. I reciprocate.

We talk for what seems a lifetime because we just know about each other that quickly. Having a fantastic time, we giggle and tell jokes. But like all good things, they must come to an end.
"Hey, freak!", a nasty boisterous voice calls, and I find the source very easily. It's one of the girls from the group.
"Yeah, I was talking about you! Little weirdo!"
It took me a few seconds to realise it was aimed at him, not me. He sunk into the bench, wanting to hide away.
"You know you're a mistake, nobody wants you Metta'crap'!", she cackles in a bitchy manner, pointing at the now glitching monster. Before I could defend him, she runs off, laughing.
"Metta-", I start to console him, but he cuts me off. It hurts.
"I'll talk to you later.", he mumbles unhappily, and with that, he gets off of the bench and slinks off and away. Trying to get him to return is useless. He is far too slick for me. On his wheel, he can get up to very high speeds. I remain seated on the bench, frozen, dumbfounded by the sharp reject of help.
What I didn't know is where he went.

-Third Person Point Of View-

Thoughts ran through his head.
'They came. They go. You should have stayed underground where you were loved. No. That wasn't enough was it? You had to have more eyes on you. Besides. Show business is a lonely sport. Yeah, you may have adoring fans, but they only love your fame, glamour, money. They don't care for the person inside. But... ___ does. Doesn't matter anymore. You've ruined your chance.'
They ate his soul.
'You know one person will make you loved by all. Alphys. She finished your new model. Well. They won't be laughing then.'
He remembers his stunning new upgrade he left without having. He knew that would make him perfect.
Sparks of hope flitted though his circuits, leaving a whole new sense of confidence in its wake.

-Regular Point Of View-

I manage to get home, still shocked and worried about Mettaton.
I spam his Facebook. Nothing. Next day, nothing. Pure nothing. I began to really panic about him. He's the only one in that group that actually sympathised with me. Now that's gone. Nothing. Always been that way. The next session rolls around slow, the days holding on like claws at the faintest light of day as hours slip into the dark. However, it finally approached. Again. Going into the doors. Reception. Fake smile. Go to D1. Sit down. Talk. Out.

But... There was a surprise.
I sat down, being one of the first ones. Two other girls sat opposite me, whispering about me and Mettaton, my ears pricking at the occasional slur of 'monster fucker'. Everyone arrived. But him. He wasn't here. 5 minutes. 10. 15. 20.

Half an hour in, a stranger stuck a long leg, donned with a knee high, shiny, pink boot, in the door, followed by a tall robotic man. He stood proud in the doorway. All the girls stared at him, jaws practically hitting the floor. He took long confident strides toward me and sat next to me. He looks to me and gives a flirty smile.

"How are you, darling?" He smiles wide, white pearlies dazzling.
"Fine... Just miss a friend. Who are you?" I keep my eyes focused on the floor, keeping back tears with all my might.
"Oh sweetie, I'm Mettaton!"