Us. {papyton}

Chapter 14

Friday, when Papyrus came home from Mettatons with tousled hair and his scarf on wrong, Sans decided it was time he talked with him.

Sans went to his brothers room, opening up the door without asking. "Papyrus."

"Hello brother!" Papyrus said cheerfully. "Having a nice day so far?" He was standing by the window, looking ouside.

Sans rubbed the back of his neck and sat down. "Papyrus sit down I gotta talk with you about something. About Mettaton."

Papyrus plopped down on the bed and looked at Sans with curiosity. "Yes?"

Sans took a deep breath and began.

"Back in middle school, I was a weird kid. You might not remember, but I was. Anyway, being a weird kid, I liked weird people. There was this one weird.....kid, named Mettaton."

Papyrus's eyes momentarily widened.

"Me and this Mettaton, we were tight. But I never brought him over cause he never wanted to come. We were friends for a while. Really, really, really good friends but it didn't last. As soon as things got tough, with the family and our Dad and things, he left me and never looked back. I was pretty upset.

Anyway, fast foward to high school, I was still a weird kid, and one day in my sophomore year, this vision of beauty flutters into my second period. It's Mettaton, but not like how I remember him. He's dressing differently, acting differently, hell, he is different. Not a misfit like me anymore, but a stunningly handsome...man. I foolishly thought that despite everything it would still be him." He took a deep shuddering breath.

"Despite his transformation, I still wanted to be his friend. But did he? Nah, he was interested in something else. Something that mattered more to him than our friendship. Anyway he got what he wanted and left again. The end. Never heard of him again until you mentioned him."

Both of the brothers were silent for a few minutes. Papyrus taking in what he'd just heard, and Sans, overwhelmed with regret that he hadn't followed Toriel's advice and left them alone.

"But I don't know," Sans said finally. "Could be a different person, or maybe he's changed. But what I'm telling you is....please, be careful, Papyrus. Be careful around him. Don't let him hurt you like he hurt me."

Sans stood up, thrust his hands in his pockets and exited the room, leaving Papyrus alone with his thoughts.

-

"Papy, are you okay? You're awfully quiet."

Papyrus and Mettaton sat together, eating lunch at Undyne's like they did every Saturday afternoon. The only difference was that now Papyrus was cautious and not as gleeful as he usually was on the days they spent together.

The little table they were sitting at overlooked a shimmery green river, all sparkly in the sun and full of fish. The sky was a very pale shade of blue, complimenting the fluffy white clouds, which there were many of. Papyrus would have stopped to appreciate the beauty surrounding him if he hadn't been so lost in thought.

Mettaton slid his hand across the table and took Papyrus's, the exact same move he had done on their first date.

"Oh, what?" Papyrus looked up from his thinking. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"You sure? Cause you're usually all talkative and hyper when we get lunch." Mettaton looked down at Papyrus's food, which had been hardly eaten, only picked at.

"Just thoughtful, that's all." Papyrus wiped his mouth, though there was nothing much to wipe.

"About what?" Mettaton said curiously.

"About what you're not telling me." He replied so suddenly, even his own brain was surprised.

Mettatons heart went cold for a split second and he pulled his hand back. "What do you....What do you mean?" He tried to force a confused smile.

"I know what happened between you and Sans. Metta...why didn't you tell me? What did you do to him? Why did you lie to me?!" Papyrus stared at him intently, noticing details about him that he had never noticed before, in all their time together.

Mettatons eyes filled up with tears a little. "I-I...Sans and I...w-we, I-I never..!"

Papyrus was so shocked to see him cry, that even though he was upset he didn't hesitate to push back his chair, stand up, and rush over to comfort him. Luckily the resteraunt was nearly empty. He kneeled by his chair and hugged him.

"Sans and you what? Tell me, Mettaton!" Papyrus said, gentler this time. He cradled Mettatons cheeks in his hands, though he was quite lost on what to do.

But with the flash of sudden movement, Mettaton shoved him away, and raced out of the resteraunt, the few people there staring alternatively at Papyrus and the fleeing Mettaton.

"Metta wait...come back!" He shouted after him desperately.

But nobody came.