Our Passion For You (Completed)

Chapter 3

"Well? Can you smell him or what? Is he here?" Montey turned and gave the leader of the two a sneer. What a stupid question to ask his type of species. "Shut it. Of course I can smell him. He smells like sex and a unique scent of strawberries with the slight hint of oil."

Mettaton's attacker smiled to himself and clapped a hand down on the dog's shoulder. "Good. where? lead me to him. Do this, and I'll give you that reward." Reward? What kind of reward is he referring to? What could he possibly want that's worth my pain and suffering? Damn. How could I be so stupid? If he hangs out with these two goons than I'm sure he's just as bad as them too.

The bot squeezed his eyes tight. He knew this was it. He was going to die here in an alleyway, leaving behind his best friend and fans. He was going to leave the one's that mattered most. Even if he hadn't thought of one in particular for a long time since his departure of a seemingly boring life. Now he had wished to stay back. To live that life once more. A boring life didn't sound so bad at the moment. At least then he wouldn't have been taken advantage of and used as someone else's toy until he was a broken metal mess. Maybe if I hadn't left home, I would still have a small part of my dignity left. That's all I could ask for right now. Blooky.....I'm so sorry for this. I shouldn't have followed my unrealistic dreams and left you behind. I should have helped you in your case instead of being so selfish. I wish I could take it back. All of it.

He could hear their footsteps getting louder and louder with each step. Hear their heavy breathing as if they had a full course meal in front of them and weren't allowed to eat until there was a say so. "Awww. Look what we got hear boys. Our little toy wanted to play hide and seek with us. But the game is over because I found you now." Mettaton would never be able to forget that voice even if he wanted to. It was too deep and menacing to forget. It was the same voice that whispered in his ear as he was pounded into. It was the same voice that told him he would never escape or be able to recover from the torment he was going to endure. Death seemed to be a better option at this moment. Too bad Mettaton had to live with this for the rest of his life. It started again with the tugging of his hair.