***Two uploads in one day? Wow. Anyways, characters go to Toby Fox while the story goes to yours truly.
Papyrus would've found his seat for the show if not for finding something else first.
An abandoned iPhone 6s. By examining the case and the lock screen, he identified it as Mettaton's. He slipped past security, walked through the backstage area, and went to the dressing room that had a star on the door.
"Hey, you dropped your-" Papyrus stopped cold at what he saw: Mettaton was sitting at his vanity, head down, shoulders shaking slightly as he cried. He was unaware of his visitor for a while. "What happened? Why are you so upset?" Papyrus asked at last.
Mettaton jumped and whipped around. "I'm fine!" Then he realized who it was. "Oh. Papy. It's you. Come in, darling," he said. And so, Papyrus sat down.
"What's wrong?"
"Pardon me?"
"You were crying a few moments ago."
"N-no, I wasn't. I merely malfunctioned a little. An oil leak."
Papyrus wasn't an idiot. He raised a browbone, skeptical. "Oh, really?" he asked.
Mettaton could've lied. He was generally good at that. But he was talking to the one person he couldn't lie to. "Alright. I'm going to be entirely honest. I'm...scared. That doesn't happen often, especially went it comes to the stage. But this is my first televised-and-live surface performance. What if it doesn't go as well as planned? What if the humans make...remarks...about my EX form? What if I'm humiliated out there or even cancelled?"
This sort of upset ramble went on for a few moments. Then Mettaton felt a set of hands on his shoulders, which shut him up. "Do not worry. You're the best, Metta. Besides, you've dealt with stuff like this before. Remember that one guy who kept being rude on the UnderNet a while back? He backed off. You survived. And besides...even if no one likes you tonight, there is one fan who will always be loyal," Papyrus promised.
"Who would that be?" Mettaton was shocked when he heard the answer:
"Me."
Papyrus wore an orange glow on his cheeks, which intensified when Mettaton's lips met his. "Thank you, darling. You've helped me so much," Mettaton said. "No problem. I, the great Papyrus, am always willing to lend a hand," Papyrus assured. He earned a friendly laugh. Then someone from backstage poked his head in the doorway. "Hey, ah, five minutes to curtain," he informed before leaving. Mettaton stood up. "Well, I must be going. Bye," he said before leaving as well. Papyrus smiled and headed back to his seat.
He'd give Mettaton his cell phone later.
***No hate comments about Papyton, please. On a somewhat-but-not-really-related note, reviews are strongly appreciated.