Mettaton was beyond hysterical. The other monsters were honestly worried for his health at this point. He had woken up half an hour ago, smiling as he recalled the dream he had of Papyrus. He stretched, thinking of the tall skeleton. He heard a crinkle of paper coming from his hand and opened one eye.
In his hand was a piece of paper, and he instantly recognized the handwriting. Expecting some sort of love note, something they would often exchange before everything went downhill, he read the first line with a smile, but soon realized it was nothing to smile about.
By the time he got to the end, Mettaton was sobbing. Napstablook was woken by the sounds of his cousin's cries. Groggily, Napstablook rubbed his eyes and tried to ask what was wrong.
"H-he's GONE!" The only thing running through his head was oh god he's gone. Papyrus is gone. He left me. He's going to die and I'll never see him again…
"W-wait maybe he isn't really gone?" Napstablook had no idea what to do. He was usually the one crying, and Mettaton was the one comforting him. "M-maybe we should do talk to Miss Undyne?"
Mettaton jumped out of the bed and ran over to the room next door. Before opening the door, he prayed to see Papyrus in their bed. Of course, the bed was made and the room was cold. On the pillow was another note, this one addressed to Undyne.
With shaking hands, Mettaton read that one too. Now it was real… his Papyrus was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. He fell to his knees, staring blankly at the note, not noticing the pink tears falling from his eyes.
Hands touched his shoulders, but he didn't care. A voice called to him, but he didn't hear them. He had lost his entire world.
"Mettaton!" Undyne screamed into his metallic ear. He jerked upright, his head ringing.
"U-undyne…" A cold hand reached out and wiped away the tears on his cheek.
"Let me see that note." She took the piece of paper from him and unrumpled it as best she could. Her face fell with each word. She sat on the bed and placed the note next to her. She placed her head in her hands.
"W-what are we going to do Undyne?" Mettaton was afraid.
"There's nothing we can do." Undyne felt cold.
"That simply cannot be true! We cannot simply leave Papyrus to die!"
"Well it is! We can't put anyone in danger yet."
"You…" Mettaton stood and ran from the room.
He had made up his mind.
Soon, his voice filled the tunnels. He had invented a type of sound system to be put throughout the rooms, with help from Papyrus… Mettaton flinched at the thought of his lover.
"Everyone report to the training platform. Everyone report to the training platform." He kept the message repeating until the sparring mats were filled with monsters. Mettaton steeled his heart and stood on the dirt pile so he could be seen. The gathered monsters were muttering and whispering about why they were all gathered here.
"What's wrong Mettaton?"
"Is someone hurt?"
"Are we being attacked?"
Mettaton put a hand up to silence the crowed. He twisted his volume knob and cleared his throat. The echoing cough got the attention of everyone in the area.
"I have come to a decision. Papyrus and Sans have gone to fight the Underlord alone, and it is very unlikely either of them are going to survive." The crowed burst into scared mutterings. Undyne stormed up to Mettaton, enraged.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Robot?"
"I'm doing what needs to be done. I'm not afraid of sacrificing myself for those I love." Undyne took a step back and scowled. She turned and walked away, her pony tail swaying with her steps. Monsters moved out of her way leaving a path through the crowed. Mettaton turned his attention back to the crowed. "I, Mettaton, am going after them. If anyone else is willing to follow me, I implore you to speak now. They need all the help they can get."
The crowed stood in a stunned silence before exploding into voices. Mettaton made a screeching sound to silence everyone.
"I will not ask anyone who is unwilling to risk themselves to follow me, because I know it's going to be a very dangerous mission. If anyone is willing to help me, I will be leaving the tunnels at the top of the hour, not one minute later." He turned his volume down and left, leaving the gathered monsters to talk among themselves.
Thirty seven minutes, Mettaton was standing in the kitchen of the decoy house. He was surprised to see almost a dozen other monsters had joined him, including Napstablook and Undyne. He turned to his cousin and gave him a tight hug.
"I am sorry dear cousin, but I cannot allow you to come with us." Before the other robot could object, Mettaton gave him a grim look. "I cannot allow you to get hurt… I would not be able to live with myself knowing I failed you. I cannot lose you again. Please stay here."
"B-but…" Blooky saw the tears in his cousin's eyes and sighed. "Alright Metta… please stay safe."
Mettaton smiled at his cousin and gently pushed him back to the trap door. He turned his back, afraid that if he were to watch his only other family leave, he would break down. He looked at the gathered army and smiled grimly.
"Tonight, this ends. We will no longer allow the Underlord to rule over us. We will no longer allow him to take our loved ones from us!" He got the army riled up as Undyne handed out various weapons. Swords, spears, bows and arrows, maces, clubs. There would be no mercy on this run. Mettaton pulled his hair back into a small pony tail to keep it from his face. The other monsters followed his suit, pulling fur into spikes and painting on their faces.
He bared his fangs and let his lower pair of eyes gleam. A chill ran through the air of the kitchen as the monster took in the robot about to lead them to a massacre.
"Tonight, we show them no mercy."
Sans lifted the Other into the air and slammed him down on the ground in front of the pile that was once his brother. He lifted the Other again and slammed him into the wall. The pile was now ash. He slammed the Other down in front of the ash pile again.
He lifted the crying Other, slamming him into the ceiling. The pile was stirring, now bones and fabric, not ash. The Other was released and slammed into the ground again. Sans felt the magic coursing through him like he never had before.
Before he always had it under control, but this… this… If he had known what it was like to lose, control he would have done it ages ago. A deep chuckle escapes his mouth as his magic engulfs the Other once again.
The pile was ash again, a red cape fluttering pathetically. Sans spread his hand out and felt his mouth curl into a deadly grin as the Other Sans was spayed out in front of him, arms and legs splayed like a star in the air. He took no notice of the purple tears running down the Other's face.
The Other killed Papyrus. The pile was bone again. The bones were trying to stand up. Sans jerked his hand, causing the Other to be pulled in two different directions. Sans didn't care to notice the cry that filled the room. The pile was now ash, the grey dust being kicked around by the magic swirling through the air.
Sans felt something bubbling up. It wasn't a chuckle. He let it escape. It was maniacal giggles, chilling part of himself to the core, but it was too late… his magic had consumed any rational part of his mind.
He saw red and threw the Other into the wall hard enough to crack the stone. The red faded as he let the magic drop. The red returned when he picked the Other back up again.
Sans wanted to make him pay. Had to make him pay. He killed his brother.
"You think your whimpering and crying will convince me to spare you?" Sans never heard his own voice so cold. The Other floated above him, trembling pathetically, his indigo tears floating upwards with the gravity magic. The red surrounding the Other spiked a deeper red, a blood red.
"P-please… I didn't mean to- I never wanted to…"
"You killed him… YOU KILLED HIM." Sans through the Other at a stone column, the other breaking right through it and slamming into the far wall.
"Brother…" A weak voice from behind him caused Sans to drop the red magic and turn around. His eyes landed on the pile of ash, but it wasn't a pile of ash. It was Papyrus. He was trying to stand. He got to his feet shakily and held a hand out to Sans.
His knees gave out and he tumbled to the ground. Just as he was about to hit the floor, a magenta colored magic surrounded him. Papyrus was lowered gently onto the ground.
Sans stared at him with fearful eyes. The Original took a step towards the ghost of his brother, not caring what the Other was doing behind him. Sans reached a hand out to touch his brother's cheekbone when the taller skeleton flinched away from him.
This reminded him of something… a small part of him came back to life, recalling when he first met this Papyrus and how he thought he was the Other. Sans put a hand to his eye, feeling the bitter magic lick and consume the fingers.
Pulling his hand away, he saw the dying fingers of red flames dance on his hand. Sans sucked in a breath as he realized what was happening. For the first time, Sans looked around. The lab was destroyed. Stone rubble and destroyed equipment littered the ground. There were distinct skeleton shaped indents in the stone walls.
He saw a figure moving on the corner of his eye. He turned his upper body to look, his feet cemented in place. Alphys was kneeling next to another version of himself, both looking scared and confused. It caused Sans' head to hurt. He turned back to Papyrus and let his smile drop into something horrified.
"Pap…" the red magic still flared from his left eye. Just as his brother was about to say something, there was a clamor above them. A cry rang through the room and a dozen monsters filled the destroyed room.
Leading the pack was Mettaton, but not the Mettaton Sans knew. This one was dark. This one was not going to spare anyone. He gave a quick command and the monsters rushed forward. Two of them immediately latched onto Sans' arms, pulling his away from Papyrus and holding him down. Four went over to Alphys and the Other, helping them to their feet. Two stood by the door, guarding it, and Sans guessed there must be three more by the front door.
Mettaton was helping Papyrus stand, and when Sans tried to lunge for his brother, the two monsters held him firmly. He tried to struggle, but the fading magic had taken its toll on his cracked soul. He fell limp, relying on the two to keep him upright.
Mettaton stalked over to Sans and made him lift his head with one of his arms. The look in the Robot's face gave Sans another piece of the puzzle. He thought Sans was…
"Mettaton-" Sans was cut off by Mettaton's fist swinging at his face. He had no power to dodge it, and let it hit him square in the jaw.
"I am not angry about what you did to me, but I am furious about what you did to Papyrus, what you did to Sans… You sick Bastard!" Another fist came flying at him, and Sans prepared himself for the worst. When nothing happened, Sans dared to look.
Papyrus had stuck his hand in between Mettaton's flying fist and Sans' trembling face. Both skeleton and robot looked at Papyrus with a shocked expression. Mettaton's bloodlust faded from his face the longer he looked at the taller skeleton.
"Mettaton, this is not the Sans that did this to you." Mettaton looked quickly between the two skeletons incredulously.
"B-but… he had the red magic!" Mettaton pointed threateningly at Sans, who couldn't move. Papyrus made a keening sound and let the light in his eye vanish.
"Both of my brothers have the ability to wield the red magic… when it takes over their minds and souls, they cannot fight it off. Look at his soul if you don't believe me."
Mettaton looked over at Sans, who was slumped in the grasp of the two monsters. He used his bottom set of eyes to look through the skeleton. He gasped when a familiar cracked soul came into view. It was even more broken than last time.
The black holding it together was fading, and the cracks were surrounded with an angry red, as if infected. Mettaton pulled back and felt tears in his eyes. He, the one who came to save them, almost… Mettaton felt sick to his stomach. A voice from the other side of the room called their attention.
"I…um… t-think I can explain… at least a little…" Dr. Alphys seemed back to normal, or at least back to the way Sans remembered her. She adjusted her cracked glasses and shuffled her feet. "Now that I'm… um… back in my own head… for now at least."
"Alphys… why did you hurt Undyne?" Sans' voice was monotone, but he needed to make sure she was really back to normal. The little reptile covered her face and sobbed a little.
"I… I never wanted to hurt her… b-but I couldn't c-control it… his r-rage was controlling me too…"
Sans had a hunch it was something like that. Maybe this is why Gaster sent him here. Destroy hate he had told the skeleton. Maybe he was here to save them? To save… Sans? Another voice joined in.
"Oh no… not again. I did it again, didn't I Alphy?" It sounded exactly like himself, but more timid. More afraid.
The Other Sans looked around the destroyed lab with watery blue tears in his eyes.
Sorry to cut it off here guys! I was planning on going farther, but I wanted to leave something for the next chapter!
Next chapter is going to be the background for Other Sans' powers, and maybe even the last chapter… why knows! All I do know it that almost everything is going to be explained in the next chapter.
Thanks for all the follows, favorites and reviews. It means to much to me knowing people enjoy what I write.
Also if anyone was confused about what happened during the 'dunking', the Sans' magic color was slowly switching. Red turning purple, then blue at the end. Blue turning magenta, then blood red. I really wanted to show Sans losing control without out straight up saying 'hey this is what is happening right now', and the whole thing with the pile of ash/pile of bones thing was because since Sans was losing control, his own memories of the genocide run were being confused with reality.
If anyone if confused about the characters or anything else, shoot me a message and I'll be happy to clear things up for you!
Until next time!
~Starlight