Flip My Switch [Mettaton x Reader]

Chapter OCHO

A/N: Don't mind the really long break or anything. It's pretty much standard at this point, unfortunately. I'll just not be staring at Mettaton in that Santa dress with adoration haha what. Also, this story is nearly at 10K reads. Can I just underline, bold, italicize and capitalize that? 10K MOTHERHECKING READS!!!! Okay, so enjoy yet another supbar chapter from yours truly. Oh, and happy holidays to all of my darling corpses!
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You groaned as you sat up, a hot ache quickly spreading through your back. This was definitely not terrain meant for humans. It was a marvel that Frisk had managed to get anything done at all here. Shakily, you struggled to your feet, hissing at the pain that enflamed your left ankle.

Yep, definitely twisted.

Nevermind this little excursion. It had been, what? A few hours? You were more than ready to quit this and go home. As conflicted as he made you feel, you were ready to  see Mettaton’s stupid ridiculously attractive face and hear his stupid voice that made you weak in the knees and listen to his stupid talking and have those stupid demon butterflies tear up your stomach. Now the only challenge would be to get back home. That would be easier said than done, especially since you were rather hopelessly lost and slightly incapacitated. Still, you’d find a way. What was it that Frisk had been blabbering about lately? Oh right, her whole “Stay determined” spiel. Honestly, that girl came back from the underground so different than she had been when she went missing. It still surprised you that your little sister was more mature than you were sometimes.

“Oh, (Y/N), heya. Long time no see,” a voice spoke behind you.

You were slightly startled, but recognized San’s voice almost immediately, turning around and greeting him, “Hiya Sans. I’ve just been exploring a bit. Curiosity got the best of me or something.”

“Huh. Y’know, I can help you get back,” he offered.

“What?” You were utterly confused.

“Your leg, buddy. And I can tell you’re lost,” explained.

“How did you…?”

“Oh, I’ve been following you for a bit.”

Your eyes went wide. You hated to admit it, but the thought of being followed, even by a skeleton as friendly as Sans, kind of frightened you. Slowly, another realization dawned on you.

“Wait, so if you were following me, and you saw me fall, why didn’t you bother to help me?”

“Cause, trust me, you shoulda seen yourself. If you were me, kiddo, you would’ve stood there laughing like an idiot, too,” he chortled.

“No offense, Sans, but that was a pretty jerk move,” you told him, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, I’m just messing with ya. Truth is, I couldn’t get to you in time, you fell so fast,” he changed his answer rather abruptly.

“Well, if you just plan on arguing with me over why you couldn’t be bothered to help…” You made a move to walk away from him, but felt your ankle gave way again. However, you somehow miraculously prevented another fall.  

“A’ight, (Y/N), come with me. I know a shortcut.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“No prob. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to be bonely,” he continued.

“I really want to stab you right now,” You muttered as you limped behind him.

Without any indication towards whether or not he had heard your quip, he reached back and enveloped your hand with his own. He was cold to the touch, but you weren’t exactly surprised by that (after all, he was a skeleton). What frightened you was his forwardness in doing that, like you weren’t just acquaintances and like you wouldn’t mind at all. You didn’t have any time to tell him about that though, since you took a few steps towards a wall and your breath was cruelly torn from your lungs. Your lungs ached as you gasped for air that simply wasn’t there.