Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 25: MTT-Brand Burger Emporium

As if the loud overbearing music that was blasting in the small kitchen of the MTT-Brand Burger Emporium wasn't already putting a strain on Whisk's horrifically injured ears as it was, things were about to get worse for the fidgety cat. 

The grill was dirty from the lunch rush and when the feline monster shakily poured a cup of water onto the sizzling hot surface to scrape it clean (before somebody saw it and gave him a "lecture" on how he should keep his areas tidy) the liquid instantly turned to hot steam and rose into the air hitting his face full force. 

Whisk sputtered, his bandaged ears twitching madly as the burning steam lightly kissed those doubly sensitive areas at the top of his head.  The pain that erupted from his injury was so bad it felt like somebody had sucker-punched him right in the gut and knocked all the wind out of him. The worst part was the pain didn't just stay in one stop.  That horrid stinging feeling started at the base of his ears, where his superstar celebrity of a boss, Mettaton, had brutally twisted them in an unprovoked rage two days earlier, and traveled straight to his brain until his whole head was throbbing. 

Whisk's vision spun as he instinctively hissed and bared his fangs at nothing in a pathetic non-threatening manner that Mettaton often described as "pitifully adorable".   The feline monster gently covered his injured ears and turned his face away from the hot steam, unfallen tears stinging his eyes.  He'd like to think his need to cry was from the physical pain, but he knew that small amount of steam that just smacked him was simply the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.  He knew the heavy burning breathless feeling that was beginning to grow rapidly in his chest wasn't from a simple injury.

Tops,

I'm sorry I can't tell you this in person, but I think a letter would be best for both of us....

The loud music from the small glittery pink radio that was deliberately placed on a high shelf right above the grill suddenly got much more unbearable and if it weren't for the fact that there were three additional radios in the now empty dining area of the Emporium also blasting his boss' newest "musical hits", Whisk might have walked in there to seek some silence until the pain simmered down. 

After moving in and living with you for a while now, I don't think we are gonna work out.

Whisk sucked in a sharp breath as another surge of pain hit him interrupting his thoughts.  He was glad about that.  He had no business thinking about things like that anymore and as sort of a self-punishment for thinking about his ex-lover, the cat monster pinched his right ear and gave it a sharp twist, letting out a small yelp in the process.

He hoped that enough pain would keep him from thinking about things that didn't matter anymore.

We gave it our best try, well if we are being honest, I gave it MY best try but I just don't feel us as SOULMATES....

It somewhat worked and luckily Whisk was used to pretending and so he just pretended he wasn't thinking about Tops.  Or about their little home at the end of WATERFALL.  Or that pathetic spineless note he left. 

I can't see myself making it big as a singer when I have to deal with a broken relationship and a partner who has already settled for having a shitty life.

-Whisk

Whisk simply concentrated on the buzzing physical pain that was mercilessly filling his head and so pretending became so much easier and while Tops wasn't exactly gone from his mind... he was never truly gone from Whisk's thoughts... ever... the pain thankfully took center stage.

This injury, much like his partially nerve-damaged left paw that would never grow fur again, were probably two of the worst "work-related" injuries Whisk had received ever since he had the privilege of "meeting" Fell City's greatest radio host of all times, Mettaton.