Our Passion For You (Completed)

Chapter 10

Undyne paced back and forth in front of the bot's bedroom door. Her long sharp painted black nail was currently being chewed on as she contemplated whether or not she would go inside to see the broken down machine. All she wanted to do was apologize. Apologize and get it over with. Why was she so nervous though?! "Ugh! Fuck! Just...Just go in there and tell him one word Undyne. One word. That's all you have to do." She whispered the last part to herself and frowned. Her pacing had stopped and she squatted down, knees right against her chest and butt plopped on the warm ground.  Maybe now isn't the time to spill out my apology to the little guy. He has to be going through a lot right now. 

It was so hard to truly understand how Mettaton felt about the whole situation and what was running through his mind. Unlike Undyne, it seemed like Mettaton hated being touched by anyone Underground. Why though?! No one else felt that way. That just wasn't normal for the monsters here so why was the wannabe star different?! Is it all just an act? Is he faking all this just to get some type of attention? What is it?!  The fish looked back at the door against her back and took in a deep breath just to let it out from her mouth. "Why are you the way that you are?"

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Oh God, where am I?! Oh shit! They took me back to their place! No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just kill me! Just kill me please! Someone just kill me please! Mettaton sat perfectly still as his eyes scanned the ceiling above him. But just then something jolted inside him. Eyes? I can see through both of them....But I thought....I thought they broke the other one? What the hell? The robot slowly started to sit up and look around the mysterious room some more. But wait...this room, it looked very familiar. My room!  This is my room!  What was going on? How did he get back here? A million things ran through his head all at once. They know where I live! How do they know where I live? They're going to kill me....I wanted to be a star. I just wanted to be a star..... Mettaton's bottom lip quivered as his oil tears ran down his pale face. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Hadn't they broken him already? Why him? Why? He rocked back and forth, eyeing the door the whole time. One of them would come through it and torture him all over again. Making him relive his nightmare. And God was he scared to endure that again. 

But...wait. Why could he curl up in a ball? Why was he able to move his limbs at all? The bot stopped all movement and looked down at his covered body. His blanket was wrapped tightly around him. As if someone actually took in the time to tuck him in. Before Mettaton could think of anything else, he ripped off the covers and examined his body.  His new and repaired body. What the hell?  He flexed his fingers and tried moving his legs. They worked. Everything did. He felt...brand new. And his backside...It didn't hurt anymore. How? How did they know how to fix him? Why did they fix him? "What the hell is going on?" he whispered to himself. 

The door knob to his bedroom door jiggled and turned, waking him out of his thoughts. His heart beat fast and his eyes widen at the monster he had no choice but to face. He was completely still as his breath caught in his throat. No no no no no. I can't do this! I CAN'T DO THIS!!  Mettaton breathed heavily and gripped his soft blanket in his hands. His grip was tight as he squeezed his eyes shut, a shaky breath escaping his open mouth. 

"Mettaton?" The machine stopped and listened to what sounded like a very familiar voice. It was soft and sounded caring. It made him feel comforted as he listened again for the beautiful sound. "Mettaton. Hey, it's alright. Your'e safe. Your'e back home and safe with me. No one will hurt you as long as I'm around. It's me Mettaton. Open your eyes. I saved you remember? And I fixed you all up." He was saved? He was safe? Was that true? Mettaton slowly did as he was told and the smile on his face couldn't get any bigger as he shot out of bed and gripped his creator's waist. His face buried in her lab coat. "Alphys! Alphys I was so scared! They hurt me Alphys! Th-they tore me apart! I thought I was going to die! It hurt so bad! S-so bad! Please don't let them get me! P-please! Not again....not again...." The bot cried hard, soaking the scientist's clothes but she didn't care. It was the last thing on her mind as she watch what she had created, break into pieces all over again. Tears welled up in her eyes and she joined him. 

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Alphys filled Mettaton in about what happened the rest of the night from when she found him using her cameras stashed away deep in the Underground. He appreciated the fact that she also informed him about the company they had waiting in the living room. It wasn't something that the old Alphys would have done if not for tonight's events. He sighed and laid back down. "Thank you so much Alphys. I don't know where I would be right now without your help." The scientist nodded and held onto his small hand. "You don't have to thank me. I'm glad your'e alright. listen, we can cancel all your shows or just scrap the idea entirely if it makes you uncomfortable to go back out there and before you say anything, no. I didn't tell Undyne anything about your past. I promised I wouldn't and I'm keeping my word." Mettaton smiled at that. "I owe you my life you know." Alphys shook her head and squeezed his hand in hers. "You don't. We're friends." She kissed his hand softly and  crawled in the bed with him. He looked at her strangely for a second before realization struck him. He moved closer to the yellow Woman and snuggled with her, her arms wrapping around him in comfort. "You need more rest and don't worry, I'll be right here when you wake up." It took Mettaton a couple of tries before he closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. He had to tell himself that his friend would be there when he woke up. That she wouldn't let anyone else get to him. He was safe.