Us. {papyton}

Chapter 28

The next day, Mettaton received another visitor, though a far more pleasant person. Blooky arrived with a bag of scones and rom-coms. "Where's Papyrus?" He said when he stepped in.

"Out with some chick," Mettaton peeked in the bag he was holding. "Mmm did you get sour cherry?"

"I did, thought you might want them. Do you want to wait for Papyrus to watch these? And why is he 'out with some chick'?"

He shook his head, already chowing down. "Old high school friend, it's probably okay. I think."

Blooky popped in the movie. It was one of Mettatons favorites, but he just wasn't into it right now. Blooky noticed, because at the ten minute mark, he had paused it. "Metta, is something wrong?"

He started to say no, but paused. "Yes. Yes something is wrong Blook."

"Oh?"

"It's Papyrus. Or--more Papyrus's brother."

Napstablook raised an eyebrow, more than familiar with Sans and Mettatons past. "What's happened?" His voice was cautious.

"Sans, er, he has cancer. And-And they can't pay for it, and they--Papyrus wants me to pay! I...I love him, but the money..! I was going to use it..." He wrapped his arms around his body, feeling dysphoria crawl up his throat.

"Oh Mettaton," Blooky scooched forward and hugged him gently. "I know you love him, but I think in this situation you are more important. Your happiness is more important."

"But...But Sans could die! Papyrus could lose his brother, and I could lose him..."

"Maybe you could help them raise up the money? I-I don't know...I mean if I were hurt, in a car crash or cancer or something, you'd use it on me right?" Blooky's face was growing pale, as it always did when he was in a tight situation he didn't know how to react to. Mettaton was the opposite, his always flooded with color.

"Of course! But Sans isn't family though....cuz, it's fine. I'll figure it out later, let's just watch the movie."

They both managed to enjoy the movie, though Mettaton forgot to ask if Blooky got any inheritance. Though he surely did, with how much Auntie fawned over him. (That is, until he decided to help Mettaton out.)

When they were cleaning up their trash after the movie, Papyrus walked in, awkardly hanging onto to Helena. His face was all red, and hair all tousled. Helena was giggling and stumbling.

"Hi?" Mettaton said suspiciously, when they walked in. Papyrus tripped over to him, falling into his arms. "Mettaton?" He could smell the scent of alcohol drifting off him.

"Papyrus..? You've been drinking!" He stared down at Papyrus with wide eyes. Helena giggled again, from her place at the door.

"We *hic* got a little cray-cray *hic*"!

With some effort, Mettaton stood him upright. "How much have you been drinking?" Papyrus just shook his head.

"Bye *hic* Russy!" Helena snatched up a scone and some napkins and an empty cup, stuffing them in her pocket and leaving, still stumbling and tripping.

When Napstablook closed the door behind her, Papyrus stood upright. "Oh Metta," He said, sounding completely fine. "That was awful, I hated it!"

"Hanging out with her? I can imagine it was..." Mettaton dusted off Papyrus's shoulders.

"No the alcohol! I mean, I didn't drink much, it was kind of blah." He stuck his tongue out. "But the hanging out was bad too. She ignored me half the time, and then spilled alcohol on me!"

Mettaton chuckled. "Good, I was scared for a second you had been drinking."

"I feel like I have been though, my head aches." His shoulders slunk dramatically.

"Well then go into bed then, dear. I'll be in, in a sec." He gave Papyrus's shoulders a final pat and turned to Napstablook.

"Blooky," He started, but was cut off by his cousins warm hug.

"Make the right decision, Metta. Do what makes you happy."

"I will, Blooky. I will."