Papyrus' Point of View
I was studying in the school library after class like I always do but this time I couldn't focus. A certain teacher was on my mind. The pink and black clad robot was on my mind a lot more often. Yes, I've always had a crush on him but he's never given me the time of day. Besides, it's illegal for a student and teacher to have a relationship together. I guess you can say I've given up hope of ever being anything more to Mr. Mettaton. I'm only his student. That thought brought tears to my eye sockets.
Based on the pain I felt alone, I knew I fell too hard for the drama teacher but I couldn't help it. I can't help it if I'm gay for a teacher who doesn't even know I exist. It's just like how Alphys can't help her crush on Undyne or how NCG can't help it that he likes BP for whatever reason. I know my friends would understand if I told them but I can't. I can't even tell my older brother, Sans, about this and keeping it inside is tearing me apart.
"Oh dear, darling. A face as handsome as yours should not be shedding such tears," a robotic voice purred from above me. I yelped and fell out of my chair. "Need a hand, darling?" I saw Mr. Mettaton's black gloved hand in front of my face and hesitantly accepted it. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, I guess.
"T-Thank you, Mr. Metta." I quickly wiped my eye sockets and gathered my things. Just as I was about to step past him, Mr. Metta spoke out.
"Now, wait just a second. There's no need to rush out of here, darling." I hesitated for a couple seconds.
"Thank you for helping me but I need to get back to my brother."
"Your brother is Sans, correct? The lunch man that likes to serve kids hotdogs?" Mr. Metta stopped me from leaving.
"That's right. How did you know that?" The robot teacher was stroking the boa around his neck when I turned around.
"He talks very highly of you and your cooking, especially your spaghetti."
"Really!?" I felt my cheek bones stretch into a smile. "I thought he didn't like my spaghetti."
"He thinks it's wonderful that you like to experiment with cooking."
"Wowie!" I giggled to myself, which seems to have caused Mr. Mettaton to smile.
"Ah, could you help me for a moment? I need to get a few things out of the costume closet for my classes tomorrow."
"Uh, sure but after that I really need to get back to my brother." I followed Mr. Mettaton to the closet.
"I'm sorry to be a bother to you, darling."
"It is no big deal. I love helping people." I took costumes the Mr. Metta pointed at off of the hangers and handed them to him.
"I need those wigs up there too, darling. Can you reach them?" I tried but even when I stood on my toe bones I couldn't. I wobbled and knocked something over.
"I'm sorry Mr. Metta, I can't reach them." I turned around in time to see my pink and black clad crush falling on me. I felt his cold lips on my teeth and felt my face flush orange.
There was a flash but I could care less at the moment. I was kissing my crush, who was also my teacher. Mr. Mettaton pulled away, his face bright pink. "I-I apologise, darling. That should not of happened." It felt like my soul broke. "Please do not make that face." Mr. Mettaton wiped away the tears that I didn't know realize fell. I couldn't stay here. I had to get away and that's exactly what I did. I ran.
The next week was blurred together. Get up, get through school while getting bullied and avoiding Mr. Metta, go home, hide in my room, cry myself to sleep and repeat. My grades dropped, my brother and friends worried and I slowly lost more and more of myself as the days went on. Fortunately, the biggest bully in the school was gone but unfortunately, the new human in school was gone too. Fresh thinks there's something up with that though Mr. Ink and Coach Error say that PJ got sick and the human's aunt said that the new human had to leave to to prepare for her parent's funeral. I still believe that it is very sad that the human has to bury her parents.
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It's been about three weeks since the incident with Mr. Mettaton and Sans has gotten really worried about me. I hardly eat or sleep or even do my homework. BP had sent out the picture of what happened in the closet to the ENTIRE school and because of it I get bullied even more and I don't want to go to school anymore. Sans makes me. He tries to cheer me up by stacking thirty hotdogs on Frisk's head at lunch but I'm so caught up with the darkness in my head that I don't notice. Today I decided to hideout in the library. I ran into Palette on the way and asked if he wanted to come with me but he looked like he wanted to cry.
"Do you have crush problems too?" He nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head.
"I can listen to you talk about your problems though. There's an area in the library that no one visits, not even," his voice trailed off. I guess he has some problems with Goth.
"Could you show me?" He nodded and lead me to the area, where I explained to him the entire situation. It felt good to rant after so long.
"You really like Mr. Mettaton, right?" Palette took off his cap and rubbed the back of his skull. I nodded.
"I can't tell him though and we can't ever be together since his entire career could get ruined. Besides, he said it shouldn't have happened so why try to push it. He'll never like that." Palette raised an eye socket at me and got up.
"I'll leave you two to talk."
"What do you mean?" I turned around to see Mr. Mettaton standing next to Palette.
"It's obvious that you two need this. I hope you can forgive me one day." The cheerleader left me alone with the frowning, robotic drama teacher. This will be fun.
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