Outcasts

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*

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3. Lunch

Wait. That's not right.

They didn't leave through the cafeteria door.

“How did we-”

“Shortcut.”

Mettaton has no idea what he's talking about but instead of asking more questions, he follows Papyrus to his table.

There are only two people there. A boy with golden blonde hair who’s beard makes him look like a teacher and a girl with short blue hair and olive skin.

Mettaton doesn't recognize the boy but he knows the girl. That's Shyren. She's almost like the senior version of Alphys but with a bigger ego.

She used to live next to Mettaton. She used to be friends with one of his cousins, the one that moved away and told everyone that he was going to be a professional wrestler.

“These are your friends?”

“Yeah. Asgore’s a pun master and Shyren’s pretty cool too, I guess.”

“Hey!” she yells.

Papyrus laughs.

“We're basically the people who don't have friends, y’know, the outcasts.” (HAHHAH OMG GUYS THAT’S THE TITLE OF THE BOOK I’M SO COOL)

“Well, we do have friends. We have each other.”

“You're such a dad, ‘Gorey.”

“I am a dad,” the boy mumbles.

“Yeah, anyway. Are you gonna introduce your new boyfriend or-?” Shyren asks impatiently.

“Yeah, he's sitting over there with my will to live and your life.”

“What?”

Papyrus sighs and turns to Mettaton.

“Don't waste jokes on stupid people.”

He turns back to Shyren.

“I don't have a boyfriend or a will to live.”

“Right.”

She still doesn't get it.

“Whatever. This is Mettaton and I'm the reason he has a detention on Friday so he's gonna sit with us.”

He puts his bag on the table and sits down. Mettaton takes a seat next to him.

Papyrus pulls a sandwich out of his bag that appears to only have one thing in it.

“What is that?” Mettaton asks.

“Honey.”

“Right.”

“Don't you have anything to eat?”

“Napstablook has my lunch money.”

He sighs, stands up, and walks over to the table Napstablook is seated at.

He comes back with ten dollars.

After Mettaton takes it and comes back with lunch, he sits at the table next to Papyrus.

"So how did you give Mettaton a detention?" Asgore asks.

"You're gonna be so proud of me, dad,"

He turns to Mettaton quickly.

"I always call him that, it's not weird."

He turns back to Asgore.

"So the teacher was, like, yelling at him telling him how it was against the dress code for boys to wear makeup and I was like, actually no it's not, you idiot- well, I didn't call him an idiot but he was being one- and then he was like, yeah it is. So he checked the handbook, and sure enough, it says nothing about makeup."

"So your knowledge of the handbook came in hand-y?"

"No, too late. I already made that pun."

Asgore frowns.

"Well, still, that was brave. He should not have given either of you a detention."

Mettaton nods.

"He's just mad that he was wrong."

The bell rings.

"Mettaton."

"Yeah?"

"I don't have any other classes with you, but I'll see you tomorrow in math."

Mettaton smiles.

"Um, yeah. Thanks for sticking up for me, even if you got me a detention."

Papyrus smiles and his cheeks dust with red.

"Yeah, no problem," his smile starts to look less nervous, "And you, uh, look really good in pink."

Mettaton feels his face warm up.

"Thanks," he mumbles.

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