Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 24: Accident

What the hell had I done?
I watched the news report, rubbing my neck, my soul strained. I had lost some Spare as I did that. My soul was back to half. The woman, her voice filled with fake grief and depression, told the story of the tragic deaths of two young men trying to go home.
"Here we have a witness of the murder, excuse me, James, could you please tell the world in your own words?"
"Sure thing. So, we're all chillin at the park. Everyone's having a good time, yup. But then, this robot walks over with this kid. The kid starts playing around, but the robot notices us and starts to walk over. So, you know, a couple of my friends say "hey, we're gonna head home." And us, being idiots, forgot to tell them about the huge robot standing a few feet away. So they walk out of the playground and then he attacks. He takes one and starts to throw him around, and the kid walks over to the other and starts to talk to him. So the robot suddenly has some kind of gun for a hand, and the robot then shoots him. I saw it all, man. It was trippy. He had these shoulder pads, and with a half heart on his chest like he was about to die. Then He turned to my buddy and simply shot him. Then he just took the kid and went home." I crinkled my nose in disgust. That was not what happened. All I was trying to do was protect myself. I screamed in anger, burying my face into my hands in a sob. I just killed two people. And I enjoyed it so much. My chest compartment vibrated, a phone call from whoever. Oh god. I shakily grabbed it, sighing in relief at a picture of Mettaton as he tried to call me. I answered.
"Hey bro."
"THE HELL DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?!" Was the response I got. "Walking." I responded, trying not to let my soul jump around. Apparently the same thing happens to Mettaton. "Oh my god, Neo. You don't know what I have to go through. That report described me, not you. Everywhere people are blaming me for the death of those two kids. I need for you to come over this instant. I already have everyone else over." Mettaton quickly hung up as another phone call reached him, an exasperated sigh emitting from the receiver. "Okay. Now to get past Nami." I grunted, walking over to the door. The second I opened it I was greeted by her, her face contorted with worry and anger. "Neo! What happened?" She said, her gaze boring into my face. "I'll tell you later. Mettaton needs me at the moment." I growled, shoving her out of the way. "Jacin needs to be fed." Was the last thing I said to her before closing the door behind me.

"Guys, I-"
"You MURDERED two innocent people in front of my child!" Toriel screeched. "SPARE NOT KILL! Great. For all we know we might as well get kicked back Underground!" She cried, sinking down to her knees. I looked down at my feet, wanting to tell them the truth of what happened. I glanced at Sans. He just shrugged. I seriously just wanted to be with him at the moment. Just us. Alone. I looked at Mettaton, who was pacing around the room, yelling into a phone about how he never murdered anyone and never will, that stars wouldn't ever do such a terrible thing. The other end of the phone said something, and Mettaton instantly clammed up. "Mettaton?" I asked, getting to my feet. I pushed past the small circle of monsters (and a human) and stepped towards my brother. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he turned to face me. "'Neo, what have you done?"

Good question, Mettaton. What had I done? What will I be doing? I was sitting on the couch, staring at my blaster. It had not deactivated. It still purred with unused energy, and I really wanted to just fire it at someone or something to turn the dang thing off. I listened to the conversation being held as the rest of the group had lunch, with strained laughter and Papyrus trying to cheer Mettaton up. Frisk stole a glance at me, her face full of different emotions I couldn't decipher. I rubbed my neck again, feeling wires. I grunted, hoping that I could ask Alphys if she could fix it. If she'd listen. Right now she was sticking really close to Undyne, who was eyeing me cautiously. I grabbed the remote, turning to everyone. "Gonna turn on the news. Care to watch?" I offered with the best smile I could manage that didn't make me look like a psychopath. Sans nodded, hopping off the chair he was sitting in. "How could this get any worse, anyway?"
It got worse.
"Breaking News! Right now, at this very moment, we're standing outside the star and possible murderer Mettaton's house. We can hear people in it, so we all guess the famous robot has more victims!" I stifled a laugh, and poked my head outside. Sans frowned. "Neo, everyone will be able to see you."
"The local police department will be kicking down the door to permanently shut down this crazy killer robot!" I turned quickly, watching everyone's expression. "Mettaton, if you want to get out alive, take everyone and run. I'll deal with this." I raised my blaster, my crosshairs activating. "I promise I won't hurt anybody."
The next few events were a blur. Somebody ferociously knocked on the door, yelling that it was the police and whoever was inside should open up this instant. Mettaton raced away in the other direction with everybody else, telling them there was a back door the other way. I sat calmly on the couch, my blaster fully activated and charging, a grin plastered on my face. The door flew open, and a few monsters along with a lot of people flooded in. "It appears to be empty!" The reporter said on both the TV and a few feet away. I shrugged, wondering how dramatic this would get. I wanted to make this beautiful. "The TV appears to be on this very channel, and- oh! Somebody's there!" The reporter scurried forward, her face giddy to get some juicy information. I turned to face her, a lazy expression on my face. "What's up, lady? You come barging into this house uninvited, and if you want an autograph from me, that ain't gonna happen." I said with a bored tone and a small shrug. She looked exasperated, and she breathed in deeply. "Are you Mettaton?"
"Am I?"
"Sir, you need to give us information." I stood up, and I realized with a grin I was at least a foot taller than her. I let my blaster roar, my wings activating. "Alright, lady. I'll give you some information." I bent down a little bit to look her in the eyes, watching tons of emotions blur through them. "He's not the murderer." I turned to the cameraman and shot him with a blast, watching him crumple to the floor. I turned back to the lady and grabbed her neck, feeling a soft crunch. I stepped lazily over to the group of policemen, who all had guns. They started to fire, bullets striking and a few bouncing off my metal parts. Surprisingly, none hit my soul. Once they were done shooting, I rolled my eyes and wiped some oil off my arm. "Done yet? Okay, my turn." A second or so later, nobody but me was alive in the room. "Oops. I guess that was an accident." I said, shrugging. "Sorry."

[OKAY IM SORRY BUT I PROMISE I HAVE AN IDEA TO GO WITH THIS AND ILL BE SURE TO PUT LOTs OF SHIPPING IN IT IF IT WILL MAKE YOU GUYS HAPPY
I assure this will either be really cliche or super unexpected]