***Hello, beauties and gentlebeauties! As you might've noticed, I have been fixated with Undertale lately. Without any further rambling, I own nothing but the plot, and let's begin the story!
The engagement party had gone rather well. There wasn't much of a mess left behind afterwards to clean up either. Papyrus had gone upstairs to go take a shower. This left Mettaton EX and Sans alone with each other in the living room.
"Listen, metal head. You and I need to have a little conversation now that no one else is watching up," Sans said. He summoned a bone, shoved it right through Mettaton's heart-shaped weak point, kept it there until he was at just one HP, and then turned it blue. "And what, exactly, are you going to do to me?" Mettaton asked, sounding chill despite the fear in his eyes.
"Listen. I'm actually okay with you marrying Paps. He's glad that he's finally found his match. And I'm happy for the both of you," Sans said. Mettaton wanted to protest about the bone currently run through his body, but he was cut off. Sadly. "But there are some potential consequences. If you even leave my bro of hurt him in any way, then I will personally go through all of the different timelines and see to it that every existence of you is erased. I will be the only one who will remember you. And it will not be a happy memory. Are we clear?" Sans asked. His eye sockets had gone dark in the midst of his threat.
Mettaton nodded quickly, wanting the bone to be removed from his stomach immediately. It was fortunately finally dispelled. "Welp, I'm gonna head on home before Tori locks me out. Again. I'll make like a tree and leaf ya now. See ya later," Sans said. And the, he walked out.
Mettaton felt at his weak point. There was just cracks when it came to the visible damage. So he started to go to his shared bedroom to plug himself up to the charger since it regenerated his HP as well as charged up his EX form. He'd have to visit Alphys in the morning to see about getting the cracks fixed.
It was about that time that Papyrus stepped out of the bathroom from his shower. He had wet bones still and a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, Metta! Er...what's with all of those cracks in your stomach? I know that those weren't there earlier," he pointed out.
Mettaton put one hand over where the bone had been shoved into his weak point. He considered spilling, but came up with a different idea instead. "I'll...tell you in the morning."
Papyrus seemed okay with that.
***I know that wasn't the best. Or the longest. Anyways, leave a review on your way out and I'll see you on the next story! Bye!
