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*


11. Gray

Mettaton wakes up at around 10:30am. Papyrus is still asleep.

Mettaton can't help but notice how peaceful he looks. The sun is shining through the windows making his curly hair glimmer. He looks gorgeous.

He sits up and looks around.

He hears Papyrus groan soon followed by the rustling of the blankets as he sits up.

Mettaton looks at him and they lock eyes.

He can't help but notice how gorgeous his body looks in the golden sunlight. He has to go over all the events that led up to this in his head. It's a little hard to believe that the man in bed next to him is the same person who stood up for him in class a little less than a week ago.

Yet he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, he feels more open than he ever has.

"I should probably go," Mettaton says in an almost whisper.

"Yeah," Papyrus replies, searching for something nice to follow it up, "But, uh, if you need anything-"

Mettaton nods.

Soon enough, he's changed and ready to leave. Everything feels so slow. He doesn't want to leave, but he doesn't really have a choice either.

"Bye," Mettaton mumbles as he walks out the door.

"Bye," Papyrus replies just before it closes.


When Mettaton gets home is mom is sitting at the kitchen table. Usually she is, but this is different. Usually she's waiting for him to come home from school.

"Hi, mom," he says quietly.

She doesn't say 'hi' back.

"Who's house were you at last night?"


"I-I told you, I was at Aaron's."

"No you weren't."

He doesn't bother asking how she knows. It's clear he's already in trouble.

"Okay, I wasn't, but-"

"But what? Where were you? Were you with the kid who got you a detention?"

He nods, his pale face has turned red.

"And who was that?"

"Um, Papyrus-"


She knows who he is? Mettaton knows that can't be good.

He nods again.

"So first you lie to me and now I find out you're hanging out with Papyrus Font."

He's about to ask why that would be a bad thing, but there are clearly multiple habits he has no parent would like their child having.

He just nods.

"You're not on drugs, are you?"

"I'm not... What?" He has no idea what she means.


"I- no, I'm not. Why would I be?"

Papyrus doesn't- or, no, maybe he does. Mettaton tries to remember their conversations before.

Okay, so he does. God, how could Mettaton be so blind. Obviously he would get in trouble for this eventually.

She ignores his question. "I don't want you to be around him ever again."

He doesn't bother arguing. There's nothing he can say to change her mind.


"And you know what? I had something important I wanted to tell you but now you'll have to wait."

As if he cares at all right now. His heart was just broken more than it ever had been. Why would he care that he has to wait before she yells at him again.

"Mom," his voice is trembling, "You won't tell Dad, right?"

She looks at him with as sympathy for the first time this morning.

"I won't."

He walks upstairs into his room, closes the door, falls back on his bed, and breaks down.

He didn't think he needed someone like Papyrus until he met him and now he feels like he needs him more than ever.

He doesn't doubt that his mom will find out if he tries anything else at this point.

He doesn't want to care. He doesn't want any of this.

He barely comes out of his room until Monday morning. And even then, he really doesn't want to.

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