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.


4. Surprise

I rushed out of Calculus as soon as the bell rang and hurried into the hallway with my face down.

Open locker. Get bag. Close locker. Run Outside. Don't bump into Kate, don't bump into Kate...


The person I had just knocked into stumbled and I ducked and ran. 


I stopped when I realized it wasn't Kate.



I turned around slowly to see him standing there in the hallway with a goofy grin on his face. His skinny frame made his T-Shirt look as though it was eating him up, and he had put on a scarf since they last spoke. His legs shivered as he was only wearing his blue shorts.

"Aren't you cold?"

He glanced down at his body and then back at me.

"Not really, I have a scarf."

"Right," I said, hoping he couldn't see the confusion on my face. 

He walked up to me in his dorky outfit and he took my hand. I felt myself blush. Papyrus' hand was so warm.

"Shall I walk you home?" He offered, still smiling.

"Yeah," I replied, grinning stupidly, even though I knew Blookie would wonder where I was since he always gave me a ride.

He squeezed my hand and began to skip, tugging me along behind him. I released a laugh and followed, skipping like I was a little kid all over again. 

"So, where do you live?"

"Just down there." I pointed down the road and he nodded. 

When we finally reached my house he walked me to my door and suddenly knelt down before me.

"Papyrus wha-" 

He bent down and kissed my hand.

It was quick, and suddenly he was standing back up and walking towards the road. 

"Goodbye, Mettaton, see you tomorrow!" He called.

"Bye, Papyrus," I replied, feeling a blush creep its way onto my face.

Did he really just do that? Does he... like me?

I opened the door and my grin vanished almost instantly.

Blooky was kneeling over what appeared to be the body of my uncle. His pale face was stained with tears and his eyes were puffy and red. His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely distressed. He looked up to see my standing there in the doorway.

"Where the hell have you been?" He shouted, standing up abruptly. 


"Do you know how worried I've been?"

"W-what happened to Uncle Seth?"

"Mettaton, tell me where you friking were!"

"Napstablook, what happened to Uncle Seth!"

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I'd never seen Blookie like this before. Fear rose in the pit of my stomach as Blookys face hardened.

"He's dead."

In that moment it felt like the whole world had stopped spinning. 

"Wh-what do you mean, he's d-dead?"

"I mean he's dead! Gone!" Napstablook yelled, letting out a tremendous sob.

Everything felt unreal as I kneeled down beside him, hands shaking. 

"N-no. This can't be happening."

Blooky just sobbed once more, grabbing onto me and pulling me close to him. I let him cry into my shirt as I rubbed his back in an almost robotic motion, petrified.

What were we supposed to do now?



A/N sorry for the shortness of the chapter. They'll be longer, don't worry. :)

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