He's Mine (COMPLETED)(Yandere Papyrus)

Chapter 4 - Mettaton

Papyrus was rather pleased with himself.

He had gotten rid of a rival, separated Sans from the pesky people he pretends are his friends multiple times, giving him some much needed alone time with his purpose in life.

Sans.

It had been a week since the movie night, and successfully found ways to keep Sans and himself alone for at least an hour everyday. But, for the younger brother, that wasn't enough. He wanted every moment of every day to be spent with Sans, and all of Sans time spent with only him.

These monsters that insisted on hanging out with them were starting to become annoying, though. Everyday, at all moments, they seemed to be dragging Papyrus away from Sans on purpose. Then, there was the fact that he's been going to Grillby's more often, at least twice a day by now. And then there was Mettaton, who insisted that everyone come to his shows since he was getting more popular.

But that day, Papyrus was driven over the edge by something Mettaton did.

It was before a show, and Mettaton was preparing for a new show. It was purely to answer the calls from all of his fans, which has become all of the underground thanks to Frisk. So, once every week, he would have her sit down with him live and they would answer calls.

But this time, there was a change in plans, and Metatton decided to add someone to his live shoe suddenly.

And that monster was Sans.

"I do not think it is a good idea, Sans," Papyrus disagreed, "What if you suddenly get stage fright?"

"I do performances on his stage all the time, I've gotten over that a long time ago," Sans said, "Don't worry about it, Paps. I'll just be saying a few puns and I doubt I'll get any calls, it's mainly for Frisk and Metatton."

"But still," Papyrus whined, "I don't want all of the monsters looking at you."

"I'll be fine, I can handle myself if a monster attacks. Not to mention I have the great Papyrus to protect me of anything happens."

"You do!"

"Sans," A monster worker said, clicking a pen, "Be ready in one, we're about to go live."

"Sure thing," Sans said.

"You ready for this?" Undyne asked Sans, walking in.

"I've watched him before from behind the scenes with you guys, I should be fine," Sans chuckled.

"D-Don't say any p-personal information!" Alphys stuttered, following Undyne.

"It's really fun!" Frisk told Sans, sitting down next to him, "The viewers are really nice, and it's just like hanging out with Mettaton while playing truth and dare, just with a 'no dares' part."

"Sounds cool," Sans said.

"Frisk, Sans!" Mettaton said, peaking in from behind the curtain, "We're a go now!"

"C'mon, this'll be fun!" Frisk said.

She stood up eagerly and grabbed Sans' hand, practically dragging him onto the stage since he couldn't keep up. Papyrus waved Sans goodbye and wished him good luck like the rest of his friends did, but the short skeleton didn't even look back at them, since he was looking at Mettaton.

This didn't sit well with Papyrus.

Mettaton sat down on a large chair, crossing his legs and flipping his hair. Sans and Frik sat down on a large couch next to him, Sans on the side close to Mettaton and Frisk in the middle of the red couch.

"Welcome to Ask Mettaton and Frisk, with a special guest, a close friend of mine, Sans!" Mettaton exclaimed, gesturing to Sans and Frisk.

"Hi!" Frisk said as Sans lazily said a, "Yo."

The first half an hour went by smoothly. The main questions were directed for Mettaton and Frisk, which Sans didn't mind. He would crack a few puns, and everybody would laugh. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Papyrus was enjoying watching Sans, too.

He looked so cute up there, under the spot light.

Papyrus just didn't enjoy everyone else looking at Sans.

But, more questions were starting to be directed at Sans as he grew more popular on the live show. Some like, "How do you come up with your puns so quickly?" Or, "How did you meet Frisk and Metatton?"

Then, the question came.

"You and Metatton seem really cute together! Have you ever considered going out?" The viewers voice came through the phone.

Undyne leaned forward with interest as Alphys started to chant, "Gay couple, gay couple!". Papyrus, however, did not have a good reaction. A shadow had covered his face, and he was gripping the arms of his seat angrily to keep himself from dusting Metatton right there.

Wait, would a robot dust?

Well, Papyrus was going to find out soon enough.

Frisk looked down at her lap, awkwardly playing with her fingers. Sans was blushing a light blue while Metatton was blushing a bright pink. Then, the calls started to all spam the same thing.

"They're so gay for each other, it's adorable!"

"OMG it's my new OPT!"

"You both are blushing! So you both like each other!"

"Sans seems like a good match for Metatton!"

"I just have to say you two are adorable! Also, poor Frisk, she's stuck as the third wheel."

"They should totally go onto a date!"

"So, Sans, I guess it's time to please our readers!" Metatton took charge, reaching over and grabbing Sans' hands, "Would you allow me the ability to take you out for a romantic dinner?"

"Sure!" Sans said, smiling at Metatton.