The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 11

So warning.... This is going to be an emotional roller coaster....

Realized I never proofread this chapter so had to update it!

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A bitter cold wind whipped about you. Making you hug yourself to gain any attempt at warmth. Mettaton stood a little bit downwind from you but the cold didn't seem to bother him in the least. So why were you in the middle of a winter wasteland in the middle of a small snow storm? The camera men and other tech individuals had arrived a couple days ago and Mettaton couldn't wait to get started on shooting. So here you were. Shivering in the costume that he had got you, waiting for the camera men to give you your cue.

Everyone has been out here shooting all day. It was starting to get late and they were trying to work in one last scene. Weather permitting. The winds have slowly gotten worse as the day went on. You were pretty sure that this was the last scene then everyone was going to pack up and head back to the hotel. Your job was simple. All you had to do was walk against the wind in the background while Mettaton lip synced the lyrics. It was easy enough but why did you have to be standing there in the cold as they fixed something with the cameras?

You heard the director shout your cue and you began walking to your right against the wind. Your hair and clothes flew behind you with the wind. You kept your face calm and collected despite the cold. There was no way you were going to ruin the shot because you were cold. Then you would have to do it again from the beginning. That's not something you wanted to do. So you kept going until the director yelled cut. You stopped in your tracks and watched as Mettaton walked over to the camera to see how it turned out.

There was no point in you following him over there if you were going to have to do the scene again. So you waited until Mettaton gave you a thumbs up from where he was. "Alright, Darlings~! That's a wrap!" His voice somehow carrying over the loud winds. The sun dipping below the earth.

Immediately, the camera crew began packing up their things into one of the vans that were parked a little bit away. Not having to be told twice, you run from your spot in the snow into the big trailer that was waiting for you. It was there for anyone to get a reprieve from the cold and it was going to stay where it was. Since you were going to be coming back here tomorrow there was no point in driving the big thing back with everyone else. The door to the trailer slammed closed behind you. A relieved sigh escaping your lips as you felt the warmth start to melt away the cold in your body.

"How'd it go, kiddo?" The voice came from a certain skeleton who was lounging on the couch not to far away from you with one of his eye sockets open and the other closed.

Your hands rubbed your arms as you shivered. Only breaking away to give Sans a response. "It went well but, good god, is it cold!"

The skeleton chuckled, closing his eye socket. "You should go stand in the corner."

"Why?"

"Because a corner is always 90 degrees."

You giggled at his pun while moving to sit on the empty spot next to him on the couch. "Way to break the ice, Sans."

"Well, I am a pretty cool guy. Just trying to help you chill out." Sans was now sitting up next to you. Your conversation gaining his full attention.

"Hey, being cold is snow joke, Sans!" You signed to him pretending to be offended at his words. "I just wanted to have an ice conversation!"

Sans chuckled at your comeback. "Whoa there, kiddo. Don't have a meltdown."

"Oh, darlings..... Maybe I should have stayed out in the cold."