Our Passion For You (Completed)

Chapter 13

It took a lot of convincing for the small robot to agree and come out into the real world again. It had been awhile since the brutal rape he endured. Thinking of it made him feel so weak and unwanted. Ever since that day his show had really gone downhill. He didn't show up therefore no show. And that meant no views. But it didn't bother Mettaton so much as no one really tuned in to watch anyway and monsters rarely came in the first place. And even if they did come, they catcalled him while he performed on the stage. It made him extremely uncomfortable, causing his pale face to turn a dark shade of red with embarrassment. No one took him seriously. They only saw him as a snack and that's it. I always thought I was meant for bigger things....I wanted to be famous for my creativity. Not the body Alphys built for me twice. It was so amazing when I came on stage the first time ever. I finally had what I wanted in my short life and now...Well all of that disappeared. And now what am I? Nobody....Again! The machine clamped his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the burning of humiliation grace his face and the grip he had on Alphys' hand in his own. His movements stopped as the pink tears spilled down his soft cheeks slowly. Mettaton breathed rapidly as he felt like he was trapped under water, trying desperately to regain oxygen once more before his death. His soul pumped hard against his glass case. At that moment the bot imagined himself as a beast. A true beast. Kind of like the men who caused him this pain to begin with. His teeth sharp and long with saliva coating the tips as he bit into any and everything around him. He tore the sofa to shreds, watching as the cotton inside was exposed and fell gently down around him. But that wasn't enough. He needed udder destruction. With his long tail aligned with spikes he lifted it high in the air and grinned as he heard the sweet and satisfying sound of glass shattering into a million pieces that was scattered all around. I hope someone steps in it. He quickly thought as he scratched the wooden cabinets and banged his fist on any flat surface until his fist became red and slowly switched to a deep dark unruly purple, showing off the bruises that started to form. That seemed to bring him comfort. Harming himself. But then a voice spoke to him and as he looked around he couldn't make out who it was. but he listened carefully. Reality came back to him. 

"Mettaton. mettaton, please. It's alright. We can stay here if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You are your own person. Believe me. I love you Mettaton. I love you." The words were said with such calmness. There was no sound of straining when it came to that voice. It was gentle and reassuring in every way. Like a mother's. The machine slowly started to open his eyes, escaping his disturbing imagination that tried to convince him that the only way to get over everything was to harm himself. And deep down he knew that that wasn't the answer. 

"Alphys?" he looked to his left side to see his best friend staring at him with so much care and love. Just like she said. She loved him and he knew that he loved her in return. It seemed like she was the only one out there that cared enough to make sure he was always in a comforting state. He appreciated this small women for everything she did. Had he not thanked her enough before? Had she known how much he truly loved her for her? Mettaton's bottom lip quivered like a babies before it begins to shriek and cry. And Mettaton couldn't help but whimper like a hurt puppy as he pulled the dinosaur into a tight hug. He wanted her to know. To communicate it through the hug somehow. "I love you too. So much. I....I just love you. I can't find the right words Alphys. Thank you. Thank you so much. Alphys,  jesus your'e so important to me. You keep me going. I love you." He hiccuped and shook vigorously. His grip refused to loosen. Alphys swallowed the thick lump in her throat as she struggled to take in air herself. She returned the bots warm hug and ran her nails through his solid black hair. With a strained and sobbing voice she got the words out. "I love you too. I love you Mettaton. And Your'e welcome. Oh God. I wish I could take it away. I really do. Fuck. I just want to make you feel better. I'm sorry. I want to take it all away. To relieve you. You just don't know how heartbreaking it is to see you like this. Ugh! Those fuckers will pay! I swear I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them!" She was screaming at this point with so emotion hidden behind her words. Mettaton watched carefully as his best friend had a dark look plastered across her face. How her nose wrinkled in disgust and her eyes seemed to change to black. It was like she was surrounding herself in the darkness and couldn't find the light. Or more like she didn't want to find it in the first place. A shiver ran down the robots back as his gaze held hers in place. He knew her anger wasn't towards him. Neither did the terrifying glare she was currently giving him. He knew it wasn't to him but more like for  him. "Thank you. I.....I don't know what else to say anymore but that I love you deeply." That's when Alphy's chocolate eyes started to come back and soften at her creation's gentle words. She carefully kissed his cheek and rubbed her own against the skin there. She could have sworn she heard Mettaton purr in satisfaction. She glanced down at his pink beating soul, making sure that it was beating ever so carefully. Looking for the sign that he was relaxed and didn't feel threatened anymore. 

Mettaton took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that stained his face. "No more tears. I want to go out." 

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Papyrus glared at his older brother as the chubby skeleton walked in the house in a drunken state. Every step he took was wobbly as he snickered and his hand slipped against the wall as he tried to find his balance. As he laid there on the ground his mind swirled with thoughts of Grillby's club. How loud and exhilarating the music made him feel as he swayed to the beat on the dance floor. The grinding he received from those around him and how he gave them the same in return. The ketchup...those shots of ketchup really did it for the horny skeleton as he made his way back home. It was rare to see Sans home and drunk. Usually someone would swoop him away to their place where they fucked all night long. It only bothered Papyrus at the moment because someone very special was coming to their home and Sans was busy doing nothing but ruin the house of its clean state whilst he cooked his famous spaghetti. "Brother. I see you are home drunk. I assume you had fun?" He didn't say this in a polite matter. His words were laced with annoyance. The smaller of the two giggled. "Oh you fucking know it Bro! Man you should have came. The club always hold so many sexy monsters. Don't you want in on the fun?" Sans stopped talking as he stumbled his way over to the kitchen, watching his brother boil the noodles. "Heh. Making pasta? You know I can't resist your cooking. What's the occasion?" Everyone knew Papyrus only made his famous meal for special occasions only. "It makes it more special that way. If you had my pasta all the time than no one would appreciate it as much now would they?" He had said that once so many times in order to remind his sibling. "Sorry brother but I have to make this batch extra special for my favorite celebrity. I'm sure you know of him. Alphys contacted me and informed me that he wishes to try my delicious dish. So it's very important that I focus really hard in making this spaghetti better than the rest. I have to impress him." Sans snickered and held onto the counter for support as he swayed a bit. "Ha. Sounds like you really wanna fuck this monster. Who is he? Do I know him? Or better yet have I fucked him before?" He guffawed and nudged the younger with his elbow for laughs. It only made Papyrus sigh. "No Sans. It's Mettaton. The robot I watch all the time? You should know this. It's all I ever talk about and watch on TV." He frowned as he stirred the noodles in the pot. "He hasn't aired a show in a long time....The schedule is all off and there wasn't a warning at all. I got worried until Alphys called me and told me the good news. I really need to make a good impressions so I need you to either leave or stay in your room." Sans rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Mettaton? hmm. I think I know who your talking about. Doesn't he have a fat ass?" He started laughing again, causing his brother to groan. "Sans! Stop it! I don't want you in his face when he gets here. Just go somewhere!" The shorter skeleton huffed and waved Papyrus off. "Whatever. Just make sure you save some for me will ya? I'll be upstairs sleeping. Your guest won't even know I'm here." He slurred as he clumsily made his way upstairs. Or at least he tried to as he almost walked into the railing but with a wink at his brother he stomped up the stairs and slammed the door behind him, leaving Papyrus alone downstairs in the kitchen. As he preferred it that way. "What am I gonna do with him?" He took a deep breath and continued cooking. This needed to be perfect. Mettaton deserved it.