The Star | Rewrite

Stars live short lives for such gorgeous celestial beings. They shine so brightly, providing energy for everything around them.
But they can burn out.
And sometimes you don't see it before it's too late.

[This is a rewrite of an old very cringey story that was unfortunately deleted off of Movellas. It was written on my old account @_Vivi_ If you did get the chance to read that, I promise this will be way better. <3]

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TW: Self-harm is mentioned (but not very much)

Mettaton walks through the door of the house he shares with Alphys.

Alphys is sitting in the living room which is just as neatly decorated as it is filled with anime merchandise.

Together it looks like a pink mess, which is quite precisely how Mettaton looks when he walks into the room.

For whatever reason, maybe because she can tell when her best friend is upset, or maybe she can tell her friend's wrists are covered in bandages, or maybe it's the fact that his makeup looks terrible after all that crying, Alphys becomes worried that he might be upset.

"A-Are you okay?"

Mettaton turns to look at her. He never gets emotional around her, at least not in that way. It's usually the other way around.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

She frowns. Not quite satisfied with his answer.

"Well you kinda u-um, look like a mess."

He looks a little offended.

"Thanks, Alphys," he says, sarcastically.

"I-I'm sorry. T-That's not what I meant. I mean, you look like you got hurt."

"I'm fine," he states, defensively.

Alphys gives him a concerned look. Truthfully, she hates how closed off he is. He's nice and has quite a loud personality but never lets himself become emotional around her. She's seen him at possibly the worst part of his entire life yet he still never talked to her about it.

It seems unfair that he has so many secrets but none of her secrets are secrets to him. Of course, asking any further would be invasive but she wishes they could be closer.

"I'm going to bed," he grumbles.

"I-Mettaton," Alphys begins, "You- you know you can talk to me if something's wrong."

"Yeah," he says under his breath.

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It's late. Alphys has been asleep for an hour or two. Mettaton has gotten, maybe, fifteen minutes as he woke up after that amount of time and couldn't fall back asleep.

Why is this happening again? Papyrus was right, he hasn't felt so low in months. Maybe it really was just last night's show. He'd been nervous about going on tour after the monsters had moved back to the surface. Humans don't like change and this change has been no different. Monsters have been treated like crap just because they aren't humans. It's unfair that they're so hateful towards anyone that's different. Maybe that's why they've been extra cruel to anyone else who's different. They must not realize how hurtful their words can be. Maybe they do and it just doesn't seem so bad to them.

Mettaton gets up out of bed. Tossing and turning isn't helping anything.

He walks down the hall to a door covered in anime posters.

He opens it and walks inside. The room looks lively even in the darkness. Similar to the door, the walls are covered in posters. There are shelves stacked with manga and anime DVDs, decorating those shelves are various anime figures and plushies. The room is also very messy, as Alphys never bothers to clean.

Mettaton walks up to the bed.

"Alphys," he says, yawning as he shakes her awake.

Alphys shifts in her very unmade bed. The sheets are falling off the corners of the mattress and her Mew Mew Kissy Cutie comforter is upsidedown.

She opens her eyes and sits up.

"What time is it?" she groans.

"Late," Mettaton replies.

"And what are you doing up?" she asks as he sits on her bed.

"I need to talk."

"A-Are you okay?"

He frowns. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I mean, no. I just don't know why."

"Elaborate?"

He sighs and starts to spill everything on his mind. He tells her about the show and how he's been having nightmares and how terrible he feels.

And he almost spills everything about Papyrus. Almost. Because truthfully, he's a bit more fond of Papyrus than he really should be.

"That sounds... bad," she says.

Then she realizes that he roommate is shirtless, which barely phases her.

The notable factor here is the bandages on his wrists which are much more obvious when they aren't covered by a sweater.

"Mettaton," she says quietly.

He follows her eyes.

"I- uh," he doesn't know what to say.

"I had no idea y-you- I- are you- are you gonna be okay?

He contemplates telling her about Papyrus again and decides it would be okay as long as some details are spared.

"There's this boy who lives in Snowdin- or um, a man who lives in Snowdin- he's like twenty-three, um and whenever I go down there, we talk. He's really sweet and caring and talking to him really calms me down when I'm upset. I, um, visited him today and he did this," he points to the bandages, "I think I'll be fine but I realize I don't really talk to you enough."

"It's f-fine," she assures.

"No, I'm sorry, darling."

"Do you like him?" she asks, changing the subject.

"I guess," well, there goes keeping that a secret.

"Awe, what's his name?"

"...Papyrus."

"No," Alphys says, as if she can't believe it.

"What?"

"You like Papyrus? He's U-Undyne's best friend. He's kind of a huge dork."

"I know," Mettaton says, with a small smile, "Dorks are cute."

Alphys smiles back. "I-Is that a compliment?"

Mettaton nods and falls back on Alphys' bed.

"Goodnight."

"What? You can't sleep in my bed, Mettaton."

He closes his eyes, his legs are hanging off the bed, as he's very tall and he's laying sideways. He rolls onto his side.

"No hetro."

Alphys sighs, glad she could cheer him up, at least a little. "Goodnight."

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