Mettaton X Reader- Healing Love

Ch.5- Crashing

Song- Texas Is Forever by Pierce The Veil
https://youtu.be/P0enTUnwR_Q

The retail therapy seemed to have helped. At least a little. There was still that distinctive feeling of emptiness in the pit of my heart, though.
There's no way that he's the loneliness inside. No way.
He's treated me like utter rubbish; a mere piece of packaging. That's all I've been to him. Protect him when he needed it, but as soon as somebody came to use him, I'm forgotten and thrown away.
I wish I had never had attended that group. I wish I had never had stuck up for him. I wish... I wish I didn't care.

Returning home, I come to find my phone full of missed calls from an unknown number. I choose to ignore it. It'll just be Mettaton calling from a different number. I'm not in the mood for any of it.
I feel everything inside me collapse, my stomach loses gravity and my heart flutters. My legs turn to jelly, followed by arms going numb. The throat of mine closes and clutches itself. It became nearly impossible to breathe. My knees make abrupt contact with the floor- thoughts bringing me to my haunches. I just want everything to be perfect again. How it was, before he had blindly ruined my life and cracked the glass of my heart. Why did I say no to him earlier? I should have just taken him and have everything perfect again. Stop. No. He was a nasty piece of work. It's far from forgivable. Especially when the wound is so sore.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Phone's being called. Again, unknown number. Maybe I should answer it... If it is him he might be apologising, but he might be boasting about a new girl he met. But what if it's not him? Who else could it be? My doctor and the mental health service are the only people to have my number. Yet they're saved as contacts so it wouldn't be just numbers show on my screen.
Click. They've cut off. I must have become dazed during my thinking. I choose to ignore the thoughts and continued my daily life. Sleep sounds like a good idea.
3AM.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
My arm creeps out of the covers wearily, to rummage for the source of the noise in a mindless trance. Fumbling around and knocking things of the table in process, it manages to lay touch on the device. Not thinking, I answer.
"H-Hello... What do you, uhh, want?" I croak out, wishing whoever it is to go away.
"Oh, __, I've been waiting for you to answer."
My heart feels like it has just ceased to beat.
"Go away...." I can't believe it. 3AM. Are you joking me?!
"No... Please don't go..." The mechanical voice started to quiver.
"You left me when I needed you most. It's time for you to feel how I do!" I begin to feel the searing heat to my face. I'm left a shaking, furious mess.
"__, Wait-"
Click.
My arms struggle to move as I'm shoved into a state of inner turmoil.
He had no right to pull that. Mettaton, you're a bad 'friend'.