Mettaton's Misfits: Part 1~ Angel with a Sniper

SUMMARY: Mettaton was once a famous performer that everyone adored. He was once an incredible machine, a technological advancement ahead of his time. He started as an incorporeal ghost, but then was given a futuristic robotic body with an appearance beyond his wildest dreams. But with technology so new, so advanced, there was the inevitable reality that something would go wrong. And it did. He went insane, and has now become one of the most dangerous mob bosses in Ebott City. All the other mobs want him dead. And two monster mobs are working together to hunt him down until he is.

However, that's not the only problem he's faced with. He currently owes a powerful human mobster a debt. And it's a debt he can't afford.

But he won't go down without a fight and without some clever leverage. And that leverage? It comes in the form of a charming young sniper.

Part one of "Mettaton's Misfits- A Mobtale Trilogy"

Prologue

She regretted the day she built him. She regretted the day she completed him. She regretted the day she flipped that switch. She regretted the day he opened his eyes and became active. She regretted that he was sentient. She regretted the day she released him from the laboratory and let him make his way in their corrupted world. She regretted that she had gone against her better judgement and done something so risky and so unthinkable. The worst that could have happened, happened. And it wash her fault. She had done it again. She had failed. Because of her, so many had been hurt. Because of her, she was surrounded by dust, smoke, empty clothes, and grief hanging like thick, blinding fog in the heavy air of the empty city. Because of her, she stood in the middle street. Shaking. Pointing the barrel of a gun at him to finish what she started. Tears blinding her eyes and fogging up her wire-rimmed spectacles, impairing her vision. Everything fuzzy around her. She stood. Her finger was on the trigger. She aimed it at the abdomen, where she knew it would go through the casing that held his soul. His life force. His energy. She could shoot now. This was her one chance to fix her mistake. This was her one chance to right her wrong. But yet here she stood, hesitating, debating. Torn, heavy-hearted. Despite all the wrongs he had done, he truly was her greatest creation. Could a progressive, scientific mind like hers really destroy something like that?...Not to mention the fact that he was her friend...or he had been...how could she destroy that? Could she? Would she? Mind spinning, heart pounding...she didn't know. But look at all he's done. So much EXP. Such high LV. This was not right. He was a criminal. The criminal of all criminals. And here she was. Hesitating. It was so easy to shoot him...so why couldn't she? He was standing there. Immobile, useless. Damaged. Waiting for her to shoot. He stood exposed. Wide, fuchsia eyes pleading. Face stained with oil tears. Help! Help! Please ! Kill me. Kill me. Please kill me! For he had seen all the wrongs he had committed. He did not deserve to live.

Shoot him now. End his suffering. Yet, he is awake. Now he can see all the damage he's done and suffer the torturous aftermaths. Both options were too cruel. Much too cruel. Yet both actions would also be merciful. Cruel and merciful. It was so confusing.

He does not deserve to live.

She felt her heart break.

How many people has he harmed? How many people has he killed. Examine again his LV and EXP and answer me that.

So many. So much.

He does not deserve to live.

Her finger was painfully, slowly beginning to push down the trigger.

She met again, his eyes. Those pleading eyes. PLEASE!

Please what? What does it even mean in this context. Kill me? Spare me? What!?

Mercy and Fight flashed before her eyes. She was so torn.

"ALPHYS!" his voice cracked with pain, "Please!"

No. This was all wrong.

"KILL ME! PLEASE, KILL ME! I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!"

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Her legs trembled, her knees threatened to give way. Her hand shook so much she had to use both to steady the gun. And even then, they still would not stop shaking. Her vision was blurry. Her head was spinning. Her eyes screwed shut. She was so afraid. So distraught. She could hear him crying now.

Then she realized with a sudden wave of nostalgia why she could not bring herself to shoot him. Because he was in the exact same position she had been in on the edge of that building that day. That day that seemed so long ago. That day when she felt so hopeless and useless. That day when everything that could go wrong, went wrong. That day when she almost took her own life.

That day, when she had first met her. The woman who was everything to her. Her world. The woman she loved more than she had ever loved anyone or anything before. The woman that had turned her life around. The woman that had given her a reason to live. What she found in Undyne, he had in Papyrus.

Papyrus was his everything. His world. The person he loved more than he had ever loved anyone or anything else before. The person who had changed him for the better. The person who had turned his life around. She couldn't deprive him of that. And she couldn't deprive Papyrus of his love either. No. Not today. No more death. No more pain.

She lowered the gun. "I-c-can't..." she snapped her gaze up and faced him, eyes blazing with a fire that had never been there before, "I CAN'T!" she declared, "I WON'T! I WON'T SHOOT YOU, METTATON, DO YOU HEAR ME? You have Papyrus. He's too much for you to live for. And I can't deprive you of that."

"Papyrus?" he repeated. His eyes begun blazing, "Papyrus is dead."

Her breath caught in her throat. Disbelief. "Wh-what? N-no, wh-what are you t-talking about?"

"You and your "friends" gunned him down!" he was raging. She could see the purple crosshair beneath his right fringe begin blazing even brighter.

"You're having delusions." she said, "Papyrus isn't dead. He's alive. He's at the Du Font Estate, healing. He's waiting for you! He's worried. I'm not going to kill you when I know your soulmate is waiting for you. D-Don't make me do it."

Then she noticed he was clutching something in his hand. It was a telegram.

"L-let me take you prisoner...s-so th-then...you c-can b-be taken to the Du Font estate to see that Papyrus is not dead! I DON'T WANT to kill you. Pl-please don't make me!"

"STOP LYING TO ME! JUST STOP! STOP TELLING LIES ABOUT EVERYTHING, ALPHYS!" his eyes continued to leak oil, "Papyrus. Is. Dead."

"N-no..."

"I saw him die in front of me!"

"Y-you're delusional! He didn't die! H-he w-was a-attacked and b-badly injured b-but Gaster saved him. I w-was there!"

"Then what is this telegram!? Explain!"

She took the telegram from his hand:

"I love you, my shining star. Goodbye." Papyrus's writing. She continued shifting her eyes down the page. Then, they caught something scraped in small, in scratchy ink at the bottom of the page: " your ex-lover is dead. ya dirty brother killer."

And she dropped it in horror.

"B-but...this...this...it's not t-true..." her voice was tiny, "The bottom...that's Sans's writing...h-he's the one lying to you...n-not me! I w-wouldn't lie to about this, Mettaton, you have to believe me!"

He wouldn't hear it anymore, "Well, if you aren't going to kill me...I'LL DO IT MYSELF!"

Alphys acted faster than she could think.

"No. You won't." She raised the gun to the sky and fired the three shots that were left in it. Then she threw it as far as she could.

"YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" His eyes blazed. In a swift moment, the whir of a chainsaw filled the air. He rounded to attack her so quickly, that she didn't have time to respond. She shrunk backwards and was cornered. She was no match for him.

He glitched. His eyes stopped blazing. For a moment, his sane expression returned, just long enough to realize what he could have done. She saw fear in his wide, misty eyes. She saw through him. And he was once again the shy, uncertain little ghost that he had been when they had first met. She saw her best friend.

"Al...phys...I..." he cut off, and he turned. He ran.

She tried calling to him. But her voice fell on deaf ears. And she was left in the dust and cold, with tears streaming down her face as thick grey clouds replaced the blue and hid the sun, making the skyline go dark.

A/N: I am very excited to share this fic with you! The update schedule is going to be slow, but I'm going to try my best to post as much as I can. I really hope you enjoy this fic!