This is set in an AU where there is weather where the monsters live and everyone can feel and hear and stuff… just for fanfiction reasons.

If you would like me to make another chapter with different characters or pairings, send me a PM or leave a review that specifies: Do you want it to be in a platonic (friendly only) sense, or a romantic sense?, which characters will be in it, who will be doing the comforting, and the outcome of the event. I think if it's a ship I like I'll even do smut if it's requested... Have a nice day! -Felix

Crack.

A bright white light, with a faintly yellow hue, lit up the sky, accompanied by a loud bang of thunder that seemed to be purposely trying to burst everyone's eardrums.

Mettaton yelped, drawing his knees to his chest, afraid. This was the first storm he'd experienced; ever since leaving his creator's laboratory in Hotland about a week prior. There wasn't anything like this there… maybe a light trickle here and there, but that quickly hit the ground and dissolved away into wispy steam that intertwined itself with the air surrounding it, disappearing completely.

The robot mumbled nonsense phrases to himself flinching as the harsh drumming of the rain against the roof grew louder. He didn't understand why he had decided to stay with the two skeleton brothers- oh wait. He didn't. Alphys had left on a honeymoon with Undyne, and quite simply dropped him with Papyrus and Sans.

It wasn't like Mettaton didn't like the duo. It's just… he wanted attention. With his broadcast shut down temporarily, as he needed to access Alphys's lab to run it, the withdrawal from the excitement of hosting a television show was really getting to him. The thing was, Sans wasn't one that tended to get along with Mettaton. He was always making jokes. Jokes that would ruin the robot's ratings. Papyrus wasn't so bad; in Mettaton's opinion, he was decently attractive, for a skeleton, at least. Tall, broad-shouldered… an ideal look. The issue, though, was how absolutely oblivious he was.

Papyrus never knew when Mettaton was making a move on him, or when he wanted some form of attention. He was also too full of himself… just annoying, really.

There was another loud crack of thunder and Mettaton practically screamed, falling off of his small bed and scrambling to a corner. He was shaking in his neon pink boots. The robot's hands trembled, but he tried to hide his face in them anyway.

Suddenly, the door to Mettaton's room creaked slowly open. In the doorway stood Papyrus, the ever-present skeletal, yet somehow goofy, grin plastered on his face. "I heard a scream! Do you need someone as cool as me to protect you?" He puffed out his chest and widened his stance slightly, stepping into the room.

Mettaton lifted his face slightly, still quivering, but not saying anything. He didn't want to look like a baby, at least not in front of anyone… especially Papyrus. He knew that the skeleton would never let him live it down if he found out he was afraid of storms.

"Huh? Are you okay?" Papyrus looked at him quizzically, smile fading into an expression of concern. He leaned down to get a better look at the man currently cowering in a corner.

Forcing his voice not to shake, the robot spoke up. "Yes, I'm-"

There was a lightning flash, and a soft rumble of thunder. Mettaton screeched anyway, diving for one of Papyrus's legs and clutching it desperately.

"Oh, I see! You don't like storms, do you? You just need a cool guy like me there to protect you!" He grinned widely again, and the robot released his leg.

"No, n-no I don't!" He scrambled back into the corner, face growing bright red. "Leave me alone, that'll b-be all, thank you!"

Completely ignoring Mettaton, two seconds barely had time to pass before Papyrus had taken a sheet off of the nearby bed and snuggling next to the man, spreading the blanket over them.

"H-hey! Get a-away from m-me!" Mettaton insisted, blushing ever harder.

Thunder erupted from the sky once more, prompting the robot to whimper and push himself against Papyrus's side.

"Aww... I used to be scared of storms, too! But then Sans came and helped me, so I'm not afraid anymore. I, the great Papyrus, will help you overcome your fear!" He pulled Mettaton close to him and let out his signature laugh.

"P-please don't... I don't w-want help..."

Papyrus looked somewhat hurt. "Don't you want to not be afraid...?" He mumbled sadly, looking down. "I thought that maybe... I could help..."

"F-fine! Just d-dont make a b-big deal out of it..."

Papyrus beamed and practically threw himself at Mettaton, wrapping his bony arms around him and cuddling against his shoulders. He was surprisingly light for his size, but that was probably from the apparent lack of skin, muscles, or organs.

"Don't shake, please... With such a cool guy to protect you from the storm, you shouldn't be scared..." He frowned again.

Mettaton struggled against the other's grip. "I'm n-not scared!"

"Then why are you shaking?"

"B-because its cold!"

Promptly, Papyrus pulled the robot onto his lap and leaned his forehead on his shoulder. "I can help!"

Mettaton continued shivering, but didn't say anything. It was softer than he expected. Despite the bones of Papyrus's ribs and hips digging into his back and legs, he was warm and cuddly, as if he wasn't made purely out of bone.

"Thank y-you..." Mettaton mumbled, finally letting himself relax against the man's chest, wincing slightly as his ribs dug against him.

There was a moment that passed where no one spoke, leaving only the rain to fill their silence. There was an enormous bang of thunder followed by a bright flash of lightning. Mettaton shrieked and struggled to get away from Papyrus's grip. "You are scared of them, huh?" He seemed to tease a little bit.

"N-no I'm n-not!" The robot yelped in something that sounded like a tearless sob, digging his fingers into the bone of Papyrus's arm.

"It's okay, though! I'm not gonna tell if you don't want me to." He grinned, wincing slightly. "Just stay calm, 'kay? It's just water and a big bang or two in the sky." Papyrus pulled Mettaton back against him and cuddled up against his back, still smiling.

"Dammit! Is he teasing me? Does he know that I like him?" Mettaton thought and his face flushed again, though he relaxed slightly. "No... he's too naive for that."

"Th-thanks... darling..." He mumbled, looking away.

Papyrus seemed to beam, and somehow managed to wink despite his lack of facial muscles, or eyes, for that matter. "Cool guys have to help other, somewhat cool people!"

Mettaton leaned his head back onto the skeleton's shoulder.

Maybe... storms weren't so bad.

And possibly... one day... he'd tell him.