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.


3. Not Alone

"Let me clean you up, then," Papyrus said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the boys' bathroom. I leaned against the sink and he pressed a wet paper towel to my cheek. 

"T-thanks," I whispered and he smiled a toothy grin.


I watched him as he carefully observed my injury. His eyes trailed down my face and neck where other bruises were.

"What's this?" He asked, touching one of the bruises on my neck. A tingling sensation went through me.

"This isn't the first time I've been bullied," I replied, trying not to sound too helpless.

"So someone did this to you?" 

I froze, realizing what I'd just admitted to. 

"I, uh..."

"Do you know who it was?"


I looked down at my uggs.

He put a hand on my shoulder and my hearts soared. What was happening?

"Who was it?" His voice was full of concern and it hurt me that I couldn't tell him.

"I can't tell you."

He put his other hand on my shoulder and held me at arm's length. 

"Please, Mettaton, you need to tell me."

"I don't have to tell you anything."

He slowly lifted my chin up so he could meet my eyes. 

"You're right, you don't, but please, please, Mettaton."

"You can't tell anyone," I whispered. 

I watched some confusion form in his eyes, I knew he was probably torn because if he couldn't tell anyone how would he help me?

"I won't."


He nodded.

I closed my eyes and let the memories flood in. Kate. Kate. Kate. Kate's friends. Random people. Mostly Kate. 

"It was Kate Smith. It's almost always her."

He let a small gasp escape him and I wondered if it was really worth ratting her out.

"Kate... Smith?"

I nodded slowly.

All of a sudden he pulled me into a hug and I stood there, shocked, his arms wrapped tight around me.


He pulled away, blushing madly. 

"I'm sorry, it's just that... Kate hasn't just bullied y-you..."

I felt my heart break when I looked into his brown eyes which were watering with tears. 

"D-don't tell me she's bullied you?" I cried.

He nodded. "She has."

He slowly lifted up his shirt and my eyes fell upon horrible bruises, bruises similar to those on my stomach.

Before I knew what I was doing I pulled him back into the hug. He smelled like cinnamon rolls and flowers. I wrapped my arms around him and he leaned into the hug slowly. 

"I'm sorry."

My hands dropped to my sides and I stepped back. What the hell was I doing? I had only just met the boy. 

He shook his head. "It's okay, I didn't mind."

I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. Papyrus was probably the nicest person I'd ever met. 

"It's just, how would someone do that to you! You're so nice!" 

He smiled a sad smile.

"Word got out about my pansexuality."

"Oh my god," I felt tears welling up in my eyes, "I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that!"

He shrugged like this was no big deal. "Don't worry about me."


He cut me off by pressing the wet paper towel to my lips and wiping away the blood that stained them. 


I didn't see Papyrus again until lunch, where I spotted him sitting with only one other person in the cafeteria. I walked over slowly and when he spotted me his face broke out into a wide grin. 


"Hi, Papyrus," I greeted him, sliding into the seat across the table from him and his friend. 

"Who's this?" The shorter boy asked.

He wore a blue hoodie and looked as though he hadn't really woken up at all that morning. 

"I'm Mettaton."

He nodded, slowly.

"So are you two..." He gestured towards Papyrus.

I felt myself blushing and I didn't know why. "No, no, of course not!"

I glanced over at Papyrus, who's cheeks were also a shade of bright red. 

Sans looked at us with a suspicious smirk on his face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Papyrus and I almost yelled at the same time, and the kid chuckled.

"Okay, If you say so. I'm Sans by the way."

I smiled, "Nice to meet you, Sans." 

"Cool to meet you too. Paps and I go way back. We're actually brothers." 

"Really? I guess you do look pretty similar." 

Papyrus was grinning from ear to ear. 

"Well, Sans is a lazybones, so we're not that similar."

Sans snorted and Papyrus found this so funny that he started laughing and he didn't stop until tears formed in the corners of his eyes. 

It took me a moment to realize I was laughing, too. I hadn't felt that feeling in a long time and it felt strange bubbling up my throat. It felt good. 




Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...