Don't Let Me Fall

Chapter Two: Actions Of a Puppet

( I have no time. I love you kitties. Im sorry.) 

Mettaton sighed as he approached his and Alphys's house.He was tired after all that crying he did. But as he approached the house he heard some strange sounds coming from inside. he slowly opened the door and walked inside, wondering why it wasn't locked. His eyebrows Bros as he realized what exactly the sounds were. The old him would have barged into the room and congratulate Alphys but, now...

He merely sighed and shook his head. walking to the kitchen and grabbing himself an oil bar. peeling away the biodegradable wrapper and quickly eating it. Sighing as he felt his systems being refueled. he shook his head at the noise the two upstairs were making. He thought... Maybe... Maybe he didn't have to stay around them for now. maybe he could go to Blookys...

NO!

He couldn't do that to Blooky! What if... A horrible thought filled his mind. What if even Blooky didnt like him...? His head bowed as he set the half finished bar down. That honestly hurt him to think. Napstablook? Hating him? He couldn't... Mettaton sighed. He could. If his so called 'friends' hated him, why couldn't Blooky? He should just go back out to the human world... At least there some people might talk with him. Especially the old people at that home. They were nice. Really nice, and they seemed to know when something was wrong. He smiled slightly. Yeah, he could visit them. Glancing up the stairs one last time, he wrote a note to Alphys and Undyne before walking out the door. Leaving his half finished food behind as he traveled to the human world. It always fascinated him. The sky was blue. There were clouds, seasons! Flowers with animals that didn't attack you on sight. But it was mainly the humans that lived in it that he loved the most. They were all different in a way. All trying to fit in, yet some embraced their uniqueness and took advantage of it. Those were mainly the successful ones, Mettaton noticed. They had stuck out to him.

As he approached the retirement home, he noticed a group of teenagers pointing at him and speaking in hushed whispers. A smile came to his face. Fans maybe? As they got closer, he began to see the glares directed towards him, and the glint of metal in their hands. Horror gripped his mechanical chest as he stepped away. Eye widening before he dashed for the retirement home. Hearing the footsteps of the teenagers following him. He strained his mechanical legs to push him faster. The heels of his pink boots clacking against the hard sidewalk. Quickly pushing his way into the home, glancing behind him as the doors swung shut again. The teenagers piercing glare meeting his before they walked away slowly.

"Mister Mettaton! How nice to see you again!" A cheery voice called out behind him. Causing him to startle and whip around, before relaxing. "Hello there darling!" He greeted Charlene, the woman at the counter. She beamed. "Mr. and Mrs. Clark have been waiting for you! You're their favorite visitor!" A part of him warmed at that. "I don't know if I'm their favorite.." "Nonsense!" Charlene ushered him into the large living room. Mettaton smiled softly at the sight of the many old people crowded around the tv. Watching one of his new episodes of Cooking with Mettaton. He turned to look for a place to sit before a familiar voice called out softly. "Look! He came today everyone!" He turned around to see the people either walking or rolling towards him. Bright smiles on their faces as he relaxed. He knew that these people were always so happy to have someone visit them.

"How's life been chap?" One of them asked, and Mettaton recognized him as Edward. He blushed as he looked down. "Not so good..." All of them cooed as they packed around him, surrounding him in a hug. Warming his robot insides. He helped wheel Miss Pearl as they all moved to the various couches in the room. Once they were settled, Mr. Clark spoke. "So what happened?" Mettaton's head bowed and he struggled for a second before speaking. Spewing everything, about how everyone hated him. How everyone was lying to him. How used he felt. They all listened to him silently. Once he was done, they crowded him. Reassuring him that they all loved him. Letting him cry into their hugs. A few hours later, Mettaton was cried out. Trembling and leaning into their grips.

"Don't you worry your little head about them Metty. You got us! We can be your family!" Miss Martha whispered. The others nodded along. Mettaton looked at them in astonishment. Why would these humans want to be friends with a freak like him? A... family...? "I..." He looked around. "T...Thank you..." He whispered.

As the hours passed and it grew darker and darker outside, Mettaton eventually had to go. He was sent away with loving goodbyes and hugs. He walked through the streets, eye lighting up a little bit to allow him to walk without running into things. A soft smile was on his face, and his heart was pulsing gently with affection. Suddenly, there was the sound of something in an alley to his right. Mettaton's head turned to try and see it, shining the light into the alley. It landed on nothing, except for the blade of a knife on the alley floor. He slowly backed up, almost afraid of it.

He never saw it coming. One minute he was standing, back turned to the street. The next, he was unconscious on the ground in front of the alley, a pair of shadowed hands grabbing his hair and dragging him into the dark.