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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12. Strangers

Mettaton stays quiet at school. He doesn't say a word all day.

To be fair, this isn't very different from how he normally acts, but the whole day is extremely different for him.

He even suffers through math class. Even though he has to sit in the front because Papyrus always sits in the back.

This is how it goes for the next few days. Lunch is the worst. He hates sitting with Napstablook's friends and he hates how every time nohe looks over at the table Papyrus sits at, he can tell no one is talking.

It isn't until Papyrus doesn't show up to lunch on Thursday that he considers that he doesn't need to either.

He doesn't go out back, Papyrus is probably out there, he goes into the bathroom.

And just by pure coincidence, Papyrus was just late and happened to be going into that exact bathroom.

And that's where he finds Mettaton, stupidly crying in the corner, rather than in a stall.

He sits next to Mettaton, who watches him very carefully, but doesn't protest.

"I don't really know what I did, or what happened," he says, softly, "But I'm really sorry."

"You didn't do anything," Mettaton mumbles, his voice is shaky, "My mom doesn't want you hanging out with me."

"Oh," his heart seems to completely drop. He knows there's no way he can clean himself up. There's no way he can redeem himself. No good parents would let their son hang out with someone like him. He's gay, he smokes weed, he's been suspended so many times it's a surprise he hasn't been expelled.

Mettaton is just too good for someone like him.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, even though Mettaton said it isn't his fault. He knows that in some ways it is.

Maybe he can get out of any school punishments, but losing Mettaton is the worst consequence he's ever had for his actions.

Mettaton swallows hard.

"That's not it," he says, knowing this is probably worse than what he just said.

"Yeah?" Papyrus says quietly, as if he's deep in thought.

"I- My mom came into my room last night and told me that my dad got a new job- which is big because he hasn't worked for years and- I-I'm moving."

He tears up again.

Papyrus doesn't say anything for a while.

Mettaton looks at him.

His eyes look empty. His whole face does.

Even with just this Mettaton knows exactly what he's thinking.

There's so many things to say and no ways to actually say them.

"Do you think we'll ever see eachother again?" he finally croaks.

They lock eyes.

"I don't know."

Papyrus nods. He doesn't know what he expected.

"Mettaton."

"Yeah?"

"If we never see each other again, there's something I really need to ask you."

"Yeah?" he says again.

"On Friday morning, when you said you really like me, what did that mean to you?"

He's blushing. So is Mettaton.

But what does he have to lose?

Mettaton looks away when he says this, he can't stand to look at him.

"I meant that I, um, I-I love you."

"I meant the same thing," his voice making it clear how embarrassed he is.

They lock eyes again but this time it means so much more.

They're in love and they might never see each other again.

It doesn't take long before both of them figure they still have nothing to lose, and their lips meet.

Mettaton can't think straight. Papyrus tastes like cigarettes and honey.

And then they separate.

The bell rings and Mettaton stands up and faces the door.

"I love you, Papyrus."

Papyrus stands up too.

"I love you, too," he mumbles.

They both leave and go their separate ways.

And when Mettaton doesn't show up next week Papyrus knows why.

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