Mettasans

Wishes

^^^ Art is by me~

Sans was the last monster to leave the Underground, he had gone back to Hotland to fetch Mettaton. 

The two monsters stepped out of the catacombs, the soothing light of the moon glittering onto their faces. Mettaton looked up, the starts sparkling in his eyes. 

"Over here." The short skeleton looked over to him. He was sat in a patch of grass.

The robot swiftly approached him and placed himself beside Sans, he rested the side of his head on the skeleton's shoulder.

"I'm glad we're out of there.." Mettaton sighed. "It feels much better to be here.. I had always imagined the feeling of the wind ruffling my hair, the stars twinkling in the sky as we made our wishes..." He lent back and laid down in the grass staring into the clear night sky.

"Yeah.." Sans looked over at Mettaton, he looked more alive, somehow. As if he was now free from the hell he had been chained up in. He reached his hand down to the robot's, their fingers intertwining. Sans laid back into the grass, looking up into the sky.

It didn't excite him much. He had been through this many times before, in the grass, watching the stars with Mettaton. But it felt more real this time, as if they could stay that way.

Sans softly closed his eyes, clinging onto the last string of hope that this world wouldn't be reset. He felt light, as if in a dream, as if nothing were real apart from him and the one beside him. He drifted off , the sounds of the wind lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

Sans opened his eyes, the dim glow from outside trickling through the small windows of his room, the feeling of the grass on his back still remained. He pulled the dull green bed-sheet up on himself and buried his face in the old pillow, He sighed, the images from before still drilled into his mind, Mettaton's soothing voice still calmed him, stopping him from sobbing into the cotton of his mattress. 

For that one moment, he had hope. He wished that he could live on. He wished that he could stay.. He wished that he could tell him.

But he'd never understand, would he?