Our Passion For You (Completed)

Chapter 2

Please! PLEASE! What did I do to deserve this? I just want to run back to Alphy's and tell her what they've done to me. She'll be able to fix this.....to fix me. I don't want this disgusting body anymore....I can't live with it! Mettaton's body shook vigorously as he squeezed his eye shut as the other eye was nothing but shards of glass in the socket. He was surprised at the fact that he wasn't found yet. The small bot forced himself to squeeze in a small ditch made for the window of someone's basement. It was the smallest hole he could barely fit in but with the lost of some limbs, he could find a way.

"There's too much shit in the way. Fuck this. He probably ran off by now." He could hear one of them talking but sticking his head out to see was too much of a risk and he refused to be caught. In the alleyway held a dumpster blocking the fence behind it with garbage cans littering the way. Worn out cardboard boxes were also blocking the walkway. Mettaton could make out one of the boxes from his own company. If you could even call it that. It was for advertisement and Alphys had always reassured him that it would be a success and it was for a split second but enduring this would make it hard for him to ever be on stage again.

Just then the robot heard but also felt a loud slam of metal colliding with hard ground. His attacker had just kicked one of the silver garbage cans which had made its way near Mettaton who jumped at the sudden sound. "Damnit!" The monster cursed under it's breath as he balled his fist and dug in the dumpster.

"You idiot. Montey's here. You can stop now. I knew you wouldn't be much help anyway."

"Shut your fucking mouth."

"Yeah, yeah." The leader had come back with the dog as promised. Everything came crashing down as Mettaton could feel his heart beating against the harsh shards of his broken glass case. He saw complete darkness for a split second as he almost passed out from the sheer pain it caused him. It took everything in the small bot not to moan in pain.

The dog, which of course was a bloodhound, sniffed the air and made a face. Mettaton was sure he would be found now. He knew bloodhound's had a keen sense of smell. He'd be found in mere minutes, if not seconds.