Change in The Air

Mettaton Ex has always felt like a boy trapped inside of a girls body. He's always liked boys. He's always felt different.


5. Bathroom Chats

Napstablook and I lived alone after that. 

Seeing as there was no one left in our family besides my poor excuse for parents, we agreed we should tell the police our grandmother would be back from Majorca soon. It was true that was where Grandma was, but she wouldn't be coming to visit anytime soon. As far as she knew, I was still her beloved granddaughter. 

We weren't very close at all, clearly.

I hadn't seen Papyrus since the day he walked me home, only Kate's wretched face sneering down at me as a lay helpless on the floor. This scenario happened far to often-if not every day, and I was more than slightly considering the idea of killing myself.

Blookie didn't talk much anymore. He kept to himself more often than usual, could often be found staring at photos on the mantel. Photos of his parents. It broke my heart to see, but I pretended to stay strong. Blookie was getting bad again, I could tell. I could tell because I was, too.

It was the Friday before winter break when I finally saw Papyrus again. He was hidden behind a bookshelf in the school library, which I had gone to specifically for the recommended Spanish textbook I didn't have the money for. Being partially blind didn't get me many jobs, and Blookie's job at McDonald's didn't exactly make much money. I recognized him by his tall frame and fringe of curly, brown hair sitting atop his head, peeking over the book he had his face buried in. His outfit was as dorky as ever, a white tank top with the words 'Cool Dude' Written across it and a backward, orange baseball cap.


He looked up at me at first with a quizzical expression, but after realizing who I was his face broke into a wide smile. 


He set his book down, making his way towards me. He opened up his arms. 

I hugged him, feeling the pain of the past week seem to melt away in his arms. I was more than happy to see him again, I was ecstatic, really. My excitement could hardly be contained. 

Keeping his frail arm around me, he and I slipped out the door and into the hallway, making our way to the boy's bathroom. He sat down on one of the sinks and I did the same, we were facing the big mirror on one of the bare walls. 

"So, is this going to be our place to talk now or something?" I asked, kind of unsure of why we were in there. 

He nodded. "I haven't seen you in weeks. So, I thought we could come in here since not a lot of people ever use this bathroom."

"Okay, then," I sighed, bringing my legs up to my knees and pressing my back against the wall, the top of my head hitting the smaller mirror above me, "But you know I'm not allowed in here."

"But you identify as a boy. You should be allowed in here."

"I know, but I'm not."

There was a small moment of silence that followed this before Papyrus spoke again. 

"So, what's been happening with you recently?"

I stiffened. 

"My uncle died." 

I watched Papyrus' face fall in our reflection.

"I'm so sorry! What happened?"

"He overdosed."

He had his arms wrapped around me now and I leaned into him, hugging him and burying my face into the soft fabric of his dorky tank top. I felt tears burn in my eyes and I let one fall onto his shirt. I pulled away immediately, I didn't want to make it even wetter.

Papyrus glanced down at the water droplet then back at me, no hint of anger in his expression at all, which was surprising. I'd messed up, why wasn't he yelling at me? All people ever did was yell at me. 

He simply pulled me back into his arms. "Metta, don't worry, I don't care about my shirt. You can cry as much as you need to."

I shook my head, sniffling up the last of my tears. 

"N-no, he wasn't even that good of an uncle."

"Okay, just know that I'm here for you, alright?" 

I looked up at him, confusion was written on my face.

"Why... Are you being so nice to me?"

Papyrus cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I... No one has ever cared about me as much as you, not even my cousin, Blookie. Why do you care so much?"

Papyrus gave me a sad smile. 

"I care about you because you deserve to be cared about. You're a wonderful person, Mettaton, I want to be your friend."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. He was so, so much more wonderful. 

"My friend?"

He grinned, tucking my black hair behind my ear.

"Yeah. Friends."



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