The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 17

"Maybe the 'e' should be extended at this part?" you signed to the air. Your eyes were closed so you could focus on the music as the song continued to fill the large room you were in.

"Hmmm... I don't know...." the soft voice of the timid ghost could barely be heard in the loudness of the music. You cracked an eye open and looked at Napstablook who was laying next to you on the stage. His eyes were looking up at the ceiling. "It could work..."

"Then let's wait for it to come around again and add it in to see what you think." Your gaze trailed back to the ceiling as your eyelids closed again letting out a silent sigh. At moments like this, you were glad that you were mute. Having no audio cues means you could do things that would normally make people worry about you go unnoticed. It combined with the loud music, that was currently playing, you doubted Napstablook would have caught it. Which was fortunate because you didn't want him to think that you didn't want to help him. You did but your mind was elsewhere.

To be honest, you didn't know why you were even here. You weren't exactly feeling motivated at the moment. The words that Dr. Chamberlain had said were still swirling around in your mind. A heavy feeling returned to settle on your heart again. Maybe you should have texted in today. Mettaton wouldn't have minded. He's been so wrapped up in his other projects you haven't been able to sit down and discuss any new songs with him.

Speaking of Mettaton, how were you going to tell him? He just found out about your heart issues while on set in Germany. How was he going to handle this? How were YOU going to handle it for that matter? Before you could dwell on it to much, you heard the familiar click of heels on the stage heading towards where the two of you were laying.

"Darling, Napstablook! Doing the family tradition without me? I see... I have been replaced!" Your eyes were open and looking at a playfully dramatic Mettaton. He was holding his hands over his heart in mock hurt while looking downcast at his cousin.

Napstablook sat up looking abashed. "Oh... No... I'm sorry, Mettat-"

"Haha! Oh, sweetheart relax! I'm just messing with my favorite cousin. I think I'll join you." Mettaton moved to your other side so that the three of you were now sprawled out in a circle center stage. You watched him out of the corner of your eye. His legs were crossed and one of his feet was bobbing to the beat of the music. "Not bad, darling! Is this what the two of you have been working on?"

"Yeah... (y/n) has been helping me put lyrics to it..." Napstablook settled back down to stare at the ceiling. You closed your eyes again and nodded your head absentmindedly.

"Oh? What have you got so far?" The two trailed off as they discussed the progress that you have made. Which wasn't much.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you listened to Mettaton speak, along with a pit of dread that formed in your stomach. This was bittersweet. You may have finally figured out your feelings for Mettaton but you might not live to ever be able to tell him. Should... Should you bring it up now? It's not like you didn't trust Napstablook. You were planning on telling him eventually too. He's a good friend. How does one even bring a subject like this up? The only reason why Sans knows about it was because he had heard it straight from the doctor's mouth. Other than that you weren't sure if you would have even told him yet.

Feeling trapped and conflicted with all the emotions that were battling it out in your head, you continued to stare at the ceiling. It was the only way you could look. If you rolled on your side to the right, Napstablook would want to know what was wrong and if you rolled to the left, Mettaton would pick up on your distress immediately. So you stayed in the one position that you could manage to put off the inevitable as long as possible. There wasn't really any good way to bring it up.... This sucks..