Us. {papyton}

Chapter 8

Maybe it was fate, or maybe just luck, but while in the process of storming out of the café, Papyrus ran into Mettaton.

Mettaton was tired. He'd had an emotional, long day and he was hoping to have reassurance.

Semi-Angrily Papyrus sighed. "Hello Mettaton."

Mettaton was slightly taken aback by his seemingly bad mood. "Oh, I...I was just coming to see you, yeah!"

Papyrus rubbed the back of his head, secretly pleased to see Mettaton. "Well now you see me!"

Mettaton chuckled in response. "I wish I could do more than see you~!" He said playfully. A split second afterwards he regretted it. Hadn't he already spent a lifetime chasing people away with his creepiness?

But Papyrus didn't seem to notice, or care. "Why don't we go out somewhere? I don't feel like staying home."

A slight smile was Mettaton's response. "Alright, how about ice cream?"

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Later, while they were sitting on a bench munching on their ice cream, Mettaton turned to him. "Forgive me, but you seemed irritated earlier? Is everything okay, dear?" His voice caught on the last word and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why.

Papyrus stiffened. "It's just my brother. He's being a pain, more than usual." His following laugh seemed forced.

"Oh?" Mettaton took the opportunity to hold Papyrus's hand. "Elaborate."

"It's....He...He doesn't like me to hang out with you! He thinks you're annoying and I don't know why. You're not annoying!" Papyrus stood up to throw away his uneaten waffle cone.

Mettaton stood up as well. "Hm. I can't imagine why."

"Yeah, neither can I!" Papyrus replied angrily.

Mettaton wrapped his arms around him, a simple way to comfort. The small voice in his a brain whispered he'd gone too far, overstepped where he was welcome, but he didn't care.

Papyrus looked at him, eyes softening. "Mettaton may I ask a question?"

"Yes, hon?"

"Do you...Do you know Sans somehow?"

Mettaton froze, utterly unprepared for this question. "I-I may have seen him around once or twice in the past." Stuttering was so unlike him.

Papyrus nodded almost absently. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure." And all of a sudden he was leaning in, closer and closer and Papyrus wasn't pulling away. It seemed a little inappropriate for the moment but right at the same time.

They nearly kissed when an old lady started hollering at them about PDA, while her small granddaughter screamed she shipped it.

After that they broke apart awkwardly, and the voice in Mettatons brain was screaming at him for being an idiot.

Papyrus chuckled nervously and sat back down, while Mettaton did the same.

"Sorry." He whispered.

"Don't apologize," Papyrus whispered back.

After hours, when the crickets chirped and the streelights went on, they walked back to Toriel's, holding hands somewhat nervously.

Mettaton waved rather flatly. "Well, bye Papyrus."

"Goodbye Metta." Came his reply.

Mettaton shoved his hands in his pocket and walked off into the night.

When Papyrus got inside and locked the door, he found the worst news awaiting him.