Us. {papyton}

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I figured I should add it here, because I don't know if I'll get to say in the story. In this fanfic Mettaton is not his birth name. When he transitioned and changed his name, he named himself after his favorite childhood cartoon superhero, his hero for pretty much all his life. His birth name probably won't be mentioned.

Also yes hello I am back. Enjoy some fluff before heavy stuff.
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Mad's face was as shocked as Mettatons, but in a split second it began to redden, his open mouth contorted into a scowl.

"YOU!" He spat. "M-"

In a quick fluid movement Mettaton leapt over the table and covered Mad's mouth with his hand. "Don't." He hissed. "Not here. Not now. If you say a word, I will spill." Mettaton was sure his expression was terrifying, because Mad's face paled immediately.

He removed his hand and stood up straight, picking up the stuff he'd knocked off the table. He was calm. Furiously calm. "Let's go." His voice was still dripping in venom, though he tried to stop it. He took Papyrus's hand, yanking him out of the booth and out of the resteraunt.

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Though he tried to stop them, on the march home the tears began to fall. Mettaton was still dragging Papyrus behind him, who was starting to protest.

"Metta-" He called. "Please stop!"

With a sharp jerk, he stopped. He turned to Papyrus, so he could see the soft tears falling down his cheeks. They were standing under a street light, that cast soft yellow light on their faces.

"I'm sorry, baby, I really am-" He managed.

Papyrus stepped closer, and brushed a hand across Mettaton's cheek. The very feel of his touch sent shivers down Mettaton's spine. The other hand rested on his lower back, pulling him closer gently.

"Metta..what happened back there? We left Toriel and the kids by themselves! And that man..."

Mettaton opened his mouth but his throat closed up on him. He paused.

"That was my cousin. God, Papy. I'm really sorry for that whole thing, I overreacted an-and embarrassed you and-"

"I never expected to see my cousin there. My cousin....he's not the best person, there's a lot of bad blood between us. Bad blood, bad memories...."

Papyrus's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh? What happened-?"

"I don't want to talk about it-" Mettaton started to struggle, but Papyrus held fast.

"Mettaton." His tone was somewhat serious, somewhat....hysterical?

"Mettaton I'm not gonna pretend I understand you. Or your family, or anything you go through. But I can promise I'll help you through it best I can. Okay? You don't have to tell me, we'll get through this together anyway." Papyrus's grinning, freckled face beamed down at him. (God he's tall, Mettaton thought.)

"Papyrus?" Mettaton asked tentatively.

"Yes?"

"I think I have an idea on what to do with Sans."

Papyrus blinked. "An idea...? Of what sorts?"

Mettaton took a deep breath, suddenly regretting bringing this up to Papyrus. "I...."

"I need his money."