The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 18

Mettaton leaned back against the couch with his eyes downcast. You were still sitting up straight with your hands now resting in your lap. There was nothing more to be said. You had just finished relaying the information that Dr. Chamberlain said to you just a day prior. The news that turned your world upside down. So you watched as the robot idol let the news sink in. To be honest, it was still sinking in for you.

A stony silence fell across the apartment as the sun slowly drifted beyond the horizon of the city. Casting the front room of the penthouse in a beautiful array of oranges, red, and yellows. Mettaton's face is still downcast making the dread and anxiety you had already escalate. Your eyes wandered down to your idle hands. What was going on in his mind? You had just told him how you felt only to learn that he felt the same way... Then dropped the huge bomb of your near demise on him. What was he going to do? What were you going to do?

After all, the only thing you could do was wait. You could end up getting a donor but it was highly unlikely and it wasn't like you could afford an artificial heart. If your body didn't reject it. God, why doesn't he say something? He's Mettaton! He's always got something to say whether it's good or bad!

Your body began to tremble with all your emotions swirling around in turmoil. Bringing your hands up, you wipe away a few stray tears and sniffle a little. It doesn't take long for all your emotions to overwhelm you and you are full on crying. With violent silent sobs shaking your entire being, you curl into yourself feeling small.

All you wanted to do was hear him speak in his sultry voice and tell you that everything was going to be okay, even though you knew that it wasn't going to be. Just hearing him would make everything okay. All he had to do was say one little thing. Just one thing. That's it. Anything to break this horrid silence!

Why wasn't he saying anything!?

Not being able to stand the silence anymore, you stood up a little to quickly. Your leg bumping the table hard making the hot chocolate that Mettaton had made for your tip over and spill it's contents across the glass top table. Of course. You knelt down on your knees beside the table. Picking up the knocked over mug as you did. Now Mettaton's living room was a mess just like you.

A tender hand reached out and gently clasped your arm, pulling you up from your kneeling position into the waiting arms of the robot idol. He pulled you into his lap on the couch with your head finding its way into the crook of his neck. You cried.

Unrelenting tears torrented down your cheeks while your body shook against Mettaton's metallic form. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as if you would fade away into dust if he let you go and at the moment you felt like you would. One of his hands found its way up your back to trail his fingers through your hair soothingly. He gently nuzzled his cheek against your forehead.

"Shhh...." Mettaton's calming voice finally broke the awful silence. His fingers continued to run soothingly through your hair as the other rubbed small comforting circles in your back. That's all he said but that was all that was needed. He was there for you and that was all that mattered.

Silent whimpers still left you, even after your body could no longer make anymore tears. Your body pressed against the harsh contours of his with your full weight but it wasn't uncomfortable. By now the sun had set and a light darkness had settled in the room. The city lights lit up against the night sky beyond the large windows. They cast pleasant shadows on Mettaton's body. The metal reflecting the lights of the city beautifully.

Soon you were nothing more than a sniveling mess. To tired to sob but not ready to stop. Mettaton gingerly moved your body so that he was holding you in one arm while the other reached up to wipe away the few stray tears that you body had managed to squeeze out. "Songbird...?" his voice was soft as he said it. When you just hid into his neck further, he turned it up a bit. "(y/n)?"