The girliest boy in school thinks he deserves to be bullied by his classmates and mistreated by his teachers.
It isn't until Papyrus Font sticks up for him that he realizes he doesn't need to change.
There might be someone out there who loves him for who he is.
*Underswap and Human AU*
*Note: I'm aware that in the underswap AU MTT is a ghost and Blooky is a robot but since they're both humans in this story I'm keeping their original names*


5. Blue

Trigger Warning: Eating disorders

 All of Napstablook's clothes are blue. Electric blue.

The next day, Mettaton goes to school wearing a blue hoodie and blue jeans. He followed his father's directions and didn't wear his mother's makeup. He wore his own.

When he walks downstairs, his mother has already left for work. He eats quickly and waits by the door for his cousin to come downstairs.

When Napstablook gets downstairs it's still too early to leave.


"Yeah?" he says, picking his backpack up.

"I, um, are you going to eat breakfast?"

"Yeah, at school."

"You never eat at school."

"I ate an apple yesterday."

"That's not breakfast. You need to at least have some cereal or something."

"I don't want anything," he grumbles.

"Blooky, please. I can't stand this. You need to eat, you're way too thin and even if you weren't you can't starve yourself."

He hesitates. "Fine. I'm still gonna eat at school though."

Mettaton takes a deep breath. 

"If you don't eat at school today, you'll have to eat at home for the rest of the month."

He sighs. "Fine, let's just go."


The car ride is awkward. Napstablook is visually upset.


After his first two classes, Mettaton decides he doesn't want to deal with his classmates anymore. Plus, his next class is math. There's no way he's going to that.

He sneaks out back, where he and Papyrus went the previous day.

After a few minutes, the door opens. He jumps.

"Hey, chill."

It's Papyrus.

He smiles.

"I thought you might be out here."

"Yeah," Mettaton mumbles.

"What's wrong? I mean you look different today."

"My dad told me to start dressing like a boy."

"That's stupid."

"I know. He's worried that I won't get a girlfriend."

"Do you want a girlfriend?"

"My cousin asked the same thing."


"I don't. I mean, I'm pan, but there aren't any girls that I like."

He grins.

"So you mean, there's a boy you like?"

Mettaton blushes. 

"Uh, no. I mean, maybe. I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No. You know what that's like, right? When you don't know what to feel?"

"I never know how to feel. I'm so free without adults in my life, but I'm going to be an adult soon and I can't handle that responsibility. I just- I get so tired of life in general sometimes, y'know?"

Mettaton clutches the ends of the sleeves on his cousin's blue hoodie.


Papyrus takes a cigarette out and lights it. Mettaton watches him, in a trance.

"Don't get any bad ideas," he says, "Smoking is bad."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because I started and now I can't stop."


The smoke blows out of his mouth like your breath on a cold day, except it smells.

"What kind of rebellious things do you do at your house?"

Papyrus laughs.

"I eat and get high, then eat more."

He looks at Mettaton.

"Sometimes, I even cross the street without looking both ways."

Mettaton laughs.

"What's the most rebellious thing you've ever done?"

He shrugs.

"I raised my brother in a house without adults since I was fifteen."

"Three whole years?"

"Yep, he was twelve. You know how twelve-year-olds are."

"My cousin's lived with me since he was thirteen."

"Oh god, I don't even want to try to imagine him at thirteen."

"You really don't."

Mettaton slumps back against the brick wall and stares up at the sky.

"Do you think you'll ever move out?"

Papyrus frowns.

"I don't know. I guess my brother will probably move out at some point. I can't just leave him alone, you know?"

"Yeah. I worry about what my cousin will do without me at the house."

Papyrus nods.

He understands Mettaton and they only met yesterday. When it was all right in the moment he was so angry. Angry at the teacher and the boy who got him a detention. Now he knows that this boy understands him like no one else does. He has a family that he worries about and understands when he talks about hating life.

When he looks into his dull, almost lifeless brown eyes, he doesn't feel so blue anymore.

Papyrus smiles as if he can read Mettaton's mind.



"You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."

"You think so?"

He nods.

"I don't know. Wouldn't the teachers like me more?"

"The teachers don't like you because they can't control you or understand you. They hate that their rules don't affect you and that the threat of a detention doesn't strike fear into your eyes. You don't follow the rules but you're so good at it. That's why they don't like you."

He smiles.

 "You're cute."


"Sorry, that was kinda gay."

Mettaton laughs. "I don't mind, I mean, everything I say is 'kinda gay.'"

"But, um, I mean it. You are cute."

Mettaton smiles.

The bell rings. It's time for lunch.

The skin on Papyrus' hand when he grabs Mettaton's is rough and dry. Not in a bad way, though. It reminds him of his father's hand when he was younger and had to hold it when he crossed the street. It's warm and comforting, even if he lets go when they magically appear in the lunchroom.

There's just something about Papyrus. Something that makes Mettaton feel less blue when he sees him.


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