Love is Complicated (papyton)

tell me whats wrong

"Hey, I need you to take me to Alaska. I can pay ya 200 dollars now, and another 200 later." a man talked in a hushed whisper. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure I can take you. What're ya going for? Why do you need me to take you? Did something bad?" another man asked. "Yeah, almost killed a man. Need to finish the job." the first man said again. "Ahh... a murderer, are you? Sure I can take you. Come on, before the cops find out." the two walked out onto the deck, and down into the cargo.

"What happened to you there? Why won't you tell me?! You have to tell me what's wrong!" Papyrus yelled. "I-i don't... I DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW!" Metaton screamed. He was crying. His mascara streaming down his face. "You HAVE TO TELL ME, METTATON! It'll never get better unless you TELL ME!" Papyrus yelled back. "You DON'T UNDERSTAND! I-it's.... It w-was t-terrible... i-i.. i-i d-don't want y-you t-to k-know... i-it's n-not something i-i n-need you to w-worry about..." mettaton sank to his knees. "Please... tell me... I promise I won't get emotional. Ok? Just... please tell me what's wrong." Papyrus finished. "I-i..... just look at this." Metta pulled out his phone and showed him something. Papyrus skimmed the page and gasped. He looked at his husband, shock in his eyes. "T-they really..?" Papyrus started. Mettaton slowly nodded, and Papyrus drew him into a hug. "I'm so sorry... I'll never let something like this happen again." he finished. They sat there, almost frozen in their position. Impact stood there, pondering what he just heard. So it was true. He thought. He slowly made his way to his room, passing by their basement. He stood there for a second, wondering if he should go talk to his grandpa. He made his way down, and saw the man at his desk, working away at a project. "Hello, 'pacteroo! What can I do for ya?" he laughed. Impact stood there for a second, then took a deep breath, and asked. "What was my uncle like? The one I haven't met?" he asked. "Oh... Sans? He... was a lazy bum. He never did his work and was always slacking off. He loved telling puns, which annoyed your father a lot. He cared about one thing, and that was your father. His brother meant the world to him, and he would do anything to make sure he was safe. When he... hurt your papa, he thought he was doing what was right for his brother, and in doing so. Was put in jail. He hated your papa. But it's over now! He is off back in new york, and won't be leaving anytime soon!" gaster finished heavy-heartedly. Impact nodded. "I want to meet him," he said, anxious. "No can do, kid. Your father didn't want him anywhere near you or mettaton. Ever." Gaster said as he shook his head. Impact sighed. "Fine. thanks for letting me know more about him. It means a lot to me." he said as he started to walk up the stairs. "Goodnight, kiddo," he called. "Night," he responded sadly and made his way back to his room.