Sing to me (Mettaton x Reader)

Chapter 5 - You're Fine

"And then 'e almost killed the kid." He waved around his cigarette for emphasis as my mouth opened wide. He had moved from his position from behind the counter, not wanting to be back in the burger aroma-filled area he stood in all day. We stood hunched over the counter, talking like we were the best of friends.

"Frisk? The sweet little cutie? What happened after?" I asked, having no prior knowledge of what happened in the Underground with Frisk.

"Well," Burgerpants, who I'm now starting to call BP since that name is just absolutely ridiculous, took a puff from the nicotine stick before continuing. "The dude's arms fell off, f' one."

"Oh, jeez..."

"Yeh, then his legs, and his battery eventually ran out. His creator, Alphys, I think, came by and got 'im. It was pretty funny to watch m' boss getting dismembered by a kid," he laughed and so did I.

"Oh, was it, now?" a static filled voice spoke up from behind us. We turned around in unison and said his name at the same time.

"Oh, hey, Mettaton."

Mettaton chuckled, pressing the tips of his fingers against his chest plate where a heart would be if he was an anatomically correct body. "You two are already so close you talk at the same time? Why, I'm jealous!" He then directed his attention straight to BP. "How have you been, old friend?"

"Same ol' same ol'," the cat shrugged before looking down at a watch fastened to his fuzzy wrist. "Oh, my break ended, like, right now, Gotta go. See yah 'round, little buddy." He nudged my shoulder before heading back around to his post, though I didn't get the chance to see him back where he worked since the robot I had almost already forgotten about was pulling me away from said stand.

"Did you get here alright? Sans didn't take you on a teleportation excapade, did he?" He sounded concerned as he peered over his shoulder as if the skeleton himself was eavesdropping on our conversation.

I shook my head. "Nope. We arrived by that fountain," I pointed towards what I had mentioned and he suddenly started smirking, admiring the water spraying robot. I had learned from BP that the box-like robot was Mettaton's first body before the whole flamboyant, pink, humanoid thing. It was funny hearing him being compared to a calculator.

"I used to adore that form... But this," he spread his arms out, wiggling his fingers, "is much more flexible and useful!"

"I can see that," I laughed, but not before coughing like someone who's been smoking their entire life. Mettaton patted my back.

"Let's get you some food, alright, dear?" He took my arm with his own, making it a statement to wrap his around mine at least three times. Sometimes I forget he's a robot. He guided me towards the restaurant area I saw before and had to stop in my tracks to stare in awe at how many people there were in such a large room. A monster and a human couple sat across from each other, talking about something I couldn't make out. Another human couple sat side by side, holding hands and whispering about something rather flirtatiously. My ears were ringing and my heart was pounding so hard against my chest I could hear the blood seeping through my veins. I looked down at my wrists, feeling them throb in pain. I could feel the blood flowing and it hurt. I could feel my body reacting horridly to the sudden tension that suddenly pulsed through my very being. Mettaton tried walking further into the room with me but stopped when he realized that I was frozen in place.

"Darling?" He tugged lightly against my arm. "Are you alright?"

I tried nodded but the nerve in my brain that would send the message to allow me to do so failed on me. The only movement I could manage was a violent shaking that shot through my entire body. People had started taking note of the celebrity and the new girl in the room and had began whispering. Much of the talk was about Mettaton and some weird girl they've never seen before who obviously has something wrong with her.