I'm Not A Robot (Papyrus/Mettaton)

Chapter Two

  The day came in which Papyrus and Sans attended Mettaton's show. Sans was exhilerated, which shocked Papyrus, as he'd never seen Sans so excited for anything. He supposed maybe the artist's physical features appeared to him. Jutting hips, large thighs, and a lovely face. Papyrus shuddered at the thought. Mettaton was rather appealing in his new form, however he didn't have to think deeply into that to accept it as a fact.
  The turn-up was far smaller than Papyrus would have guessed, as only fifty or so people had attended. Each seemed to carry out their own interpretations of how they'd predicted the show would go. Some seemed bitter, as some seemed overexcited. Papyrus hadn't looked within himself enough to conjure up an opinion of his own, so he simply sat silently, focused on the stage. It was easier to wedge himself upfront, as the crowd huddled up nearer to the back rather than closer to the stage. Papyrus was too mesmerized by the beautiful decorations of the stage to question it.
  "Hello, darlings!" a soft voice cooed. Papyrus felt a chill shoot through his body. He glanced around, attempting to see if anyone else had grown excited as well. Everyone seemed focused, however it appeared they were regulars.
  The curtains drew back, revealing the framed silhouette placed in the center of the stage. A strong light switched on in the direction of the silhouette.  Papyrus stared harder, recognizing the shape as Mettaton. He felt himself flush as he realized Mettaton was looking at him as well.
  "Why who are you?" Mettaton asked boldly, shooting a stare in Papyrus's direction. Papyrus glanced around to scout out who exactly he was speaking to.
  "Yes you!" Mettaton sneered.
  "Me? Why I am the Great Papyrus!" Papyrus addressed excitedly. "And you are?" Papyrus made his next statement out of deliberacy. It was a bold, stern move, however he wasn't the least bit concerned. Mettaton gave him a challenging look.
  "You're here aren't you?" He tilted his head back. "You know who I am, don't pretend."
  "I do in fact! Aren't you grateful the Great Papyrus knows of your existence?" Papyrus blabbered. Sans stared down at his feet blankly in slight humiliation. His brother was a rare breed, it seemed.
"I would typically say no, but you're charming, so I'll be grateful for today," Mettaton answered with a lighthearted chuckle before returning his focus back onto the crowd. He returned to his show, and mostly made jokes or posed. It ended rather quickly, quicker than Papyrus anticipated. As it began to close, Mettaton grasped the microphone again, speaking in rushed phrases.
  "And Great Papyrus, " he said with a snicker, "Hope to see you again, lovely."
  "You will, " Papyrus blurted out unconsciously, which led to Sans shooting him a disapproving look.
  "When and where?" Mettaton spoke, pushing the microphone away from his lips momentarily as the crowd began to disperse. Papyrus looked surprised, as if he'd anticipated Mettaton to have only said this to put on an act. He flushed.
  "My house!" He announced boldly. Mettaton looked pleased with that answer, taking it to consideration.
  "Consider it done. Where do you live?" Mettaton sounded flirtacious, however Papyrus was next to oblivious as he began spouting out directions and droning on about his delicious meals. Mettaton seemed uninterested. He blinked a few times before tipping his head and bidding Papyrus goodbye.
  Papyrus found himself up late thinking about Mettaton more than he thought about other things, staying up late in constant thought.