I'm Not A Robot (Papyrus/Mettaton)

I'm Not A Robot (Papyrus/Mettaton)

Papyrus learns Mettaton isn't as glammed up as he seems, and learns Mettaton, too, has emotions and flaws. BL WARNING! EVENTUAL LEMON! CANCER WARNING! MightmakeyouwanttodrinkbleachWARNING!

published on June 16, 201636 reads 10 readers 0 not completed
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Chapter 4.

Chapter Four

  Papyrus attempted to remain casual as he stepped out of the bed, Mettaton curled up next to him in the bed, head tucked between the two pillows. Mettaton stirred slightly, with the faint readjustment of his position before falling still once more. He appeared to be less tense than before, his body loosening and his feet twitching slightly beneath the cover. Before Papyrus could redress himself, the door fell open noiselessly, casting a blade of light across the room between Papyrus and the bed. Papyrus felt every inch of his body tense up as he made out Sans's frame in the doorway, draping himself into Papyrus's vision. His body lingered before him, an intimidating gesture nonetheless. Papyrus jolted away, pulling himself back into the bed and beneath the cover in panic.
  He slowly drifted from the doorway, face twisting into a look of repulsion. Papyrus felt a wave of shame as he slipped beneath the covers. Sans still had his gaze locked on his brother, a skeptical expression creeping across his face. "What are you doing, Pap?" Sans asked, voice tinged with an undertone of sass. Papyrus ducked back down for a moment, carefully selecting each individual word.
  Mettaton stirred slightly behind Papyrus, his body jolting upright in distress. Possibly, Papyrus considered, he hadn't fallen asleep after all. Mettaton's voice echoed from the walls. "Is that any of your business, Sans?"
  Sans shifted in the doorway faintly, a barely visible movement against the harsh darkness. Papyrus couldn't detect any expression on his brother's face.
  "He's my brother, of course it's my business, " Sans grumbled in a voice too calm to be
  In response, Mettaton rolled his eyes, releasing an agitated sigh before speaking. "Listen, if your brother wants some of my pretty boy ass, that's none of your business," he stated matter-of-factly.
  Papyrus turned around tiredly, eyes averting back to his partner. Mettaton didn't notice the annoyed gesture and pressed on. "Besides, it seems he has more time for me nowadays anyway." Papyrus flinched at the comment, as it was as petty as it was untrue. Papyrus spent plenty of time with his family, who he'd cared for dearly.
  Sans grunted before turning away. "Alright, whatever." His personality shifted to something more calm than authentic. Papyrus felt a sudden chill as Mettaton returned to his side.
  "That wasn't true!" Papyrus exclaimed in irritation, shoving Mettaton.
  "Oh really?" Mettaton asked skeptically. It was evident he knew of his own bluff.
  "Get out!" Papyrus exclaimed noisily. Mettaton looked surprised, almost unbelieving. "What?" He asked.
  "Get out!" Papyrus was more pronounced this time.
  Mettaton did as told, tears flowing down Papyrus face as he watched.
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