2. You're Perfect
We got inside and I sat on the couch while Papyrus started the spaghetti. After a few seconds he sat next to me and gave me a blanket. "We can talk while the spaghetti's cooking!"
Maybe I shouldn't talk about this, I don't want to make everything sad again but... He's the only person who won't judge me or make me feel bad...
Tons of random thoughts ran through my head,
I have to say something...
"Papyrus, you don't think I'm... all those things the humans called me... Right?" "Mettaton, I think you're amazing, in every way, humans have two reasons for making fun of things, they either don't understand it, or they're jealous of it." "B-but then there's the other things, they call me a slut or mis-gender me because of how I dress, I-I don't look like a girl... right?" "Mettaton, you look beautiful, you look stunning, you only look like a girl if you want to be a girl, and if you don't then you don't!" I couldn't help but smile, how does he always know what to say? "And, Mettaton, you look amazing in anything you wear, dresses suits, just an everyday outfit, even nothing! I can understand why the humans are jealous, I'm jealous!" Did he just...? "Thanks Papy, but did you just say I would look great wearing... nothing?" "Uh..." "Oh my god, Papyrus" I leaned in, so our faces were only a few inches apart, "That's pretty fucking gay" "I know." I kissed his teeth. "Hey, Mettaton?" "Yes, darling?" "I feel kinda dumb asking this now, but, do you like me?" "You mean do I like like you? Or like,
like you?" "Uh, the second one?" "Neither." "What? Really?" "I love you." He blushed, "I love you too!"