Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 22: Sister

  [Mettaton's point of view]

     Mirrors were my fate. My candy fingers dangled lifelessly to my sides, I felt like a delicate puppet standing there. My reflection grinned with poise, his lips curled as if they were painted on China. I glanced down at my legs, elegant and strong as they were. I puckered my lips with desire, pulling my chin up to look back at the mirror. Made of metal, the creature before myself was not human.  Perfectly sculpted limbs, each shine and detail shaped with painstaking effort and perfection. Perfectly calculated symmetry, each side of my practically printed. My perfect eyes, only the most stunning hue of pink could contain universes like mine. My perfect hair, each one plucked individually with upmost care. My perfect lips, full and plump, the thin rubber coating them perfectly imitating those a human never could have. Shame Papyrus couldn't kiss me back with them. I glanced over my perfectly slimmed waist, it practically begged someone to come and hold it. As my attention veered back to the whole picture, I bit my lip in desire. If this body weren't mine, I would kill for it. I have killed for it. I was so beautiful. So perfect.
    Blowing strands of raven black hair away from my eyes, I lifted my leg up behind my head. Sparks flew up my spine as it bounced up, adrenaline revving up for the ride. I twirled as fast as I dared, splitting my legs and arching my back. My fingers found my lower calf, and I clung right to it. I peered up at my other leg, still spinning erect. Slowly, I lowered it, twisting down to the ground. From my sitting position, I spread my legs in harmony, planting my hands on the tile as well. I added weight to my palms, and slowly pushed my torso in the air. Then my legs, I pushed them up and together. Soon, in a handstand, I squeezed my eyes shut. A human would feel muscle pain. A human would'nt be able to do what I do. Slightly opening my eyes, my vision was clotted in red. I scrunched my nose, slightly disturbed. As I peered closer from my awkward handstand, it became apparent to me that the red I saw was actually a rubbery fabric, one poorly stitched around the edges as if it were from a cheap thrift shop. I cringed, half expecting robot bile to fall from my lips. What ugly clothing! Clothing....
"HELLO METTATON! PLEASE STOP STARING AT MY AMAZING SHOES NOW, OR I SHALL HAVE TO PUSH YOU OVER!" The familiar voice startled me, and I cried out as I hit the floor. Blowing hair out of my eyes from my crippled position on the cold tile, I smirked.
   "Papyrus, you startled me. I love your company, darling, but, might I ask, why are you here?" I huffed, Papyrus bending down to help me to my feet.
  "WELL, I REMEMBER STRICTLY YOU TELLING DR. ALPHYS YOU COULD'NT TRY ON NEW CODES BECAUSE YOU HAD TO MOVE YOUR OLD STUFF OUT OF THE HOUSE, TODAY AND AT THIS TIME!" He exclaimed, I tried hard to ignore the bitter annoyance in his tone. I replied cooly, "Oh, that. Well, dearest, I have to make up excuses to ditch that nerd every once in a while. You do understand, don't you?", puckering my lips for effect. Papyrus just stared down at his shoes, a solemn look on his face that made me want to slap him.
   "BUT, YOU WERE ONCE LIKE HER, TOO. DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING?" He stammered, peering at me shyly from his veil of sentiment. I quivered at this, no obvious comeback to be found.
   "Damn, stop being so serious. You know I still love her, she just gets a little annoying sometimes. " I snapped, edging closer to Papyrus. He considered this, his jaw churning ever so slightly. He did that when he was thinking,(Which wasn't often, might I say.) and I adored it. After brief moments, his head bobbed.
  "ALRIGHT, I GUESS THAT THAT CAN BE ACCEPTABLE. BUT, METTATON, WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO ANYWAY? WE COULD PLAY AROUND WITH YOUR BROTHER." He inquired, rubbing my my arm gingerly. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. A smile hit my lips when he flinched and his face heated.
  "Whatever you wish, darling."

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  I grimaced upon seeing my old house. The solemn looking building glimmered with a new paint job it didn't quite deserve, making it almost flawless. Paint cans lined the ground, each containing only remnants of bright orange paint. Geez, clean up after yourselves, you slobs. As I looked up at the house again, it was a different story. The sleek paint had Ben generously applied and shaded, the stucco style well proven. The window was well lined, with no accidental splotches of paint to be seen. Whoever had painted it, obviously Neo or his service bot, had done a beautiful job. I should know; no one likes a good paint job more than I.
   "WOWIE! THAT LITTLE SAILOR OF HIS SURE CAN DO WORK! IT IS LIKE YOU NEVER EXISTED!"
  "Thanks, darling." I deadpanned, letting the annoyance in my voice show. I stepped up to the door, pulling out my spare key. Who knocks these days, anyway?
  "Papyrus, would you mind holding this open for me? I want to be welcomed into my old house, after all." Papyrus nodded reluctantly, taking the doorknob from my hands and holding it open for me. I coughed, reminding him about my red carpet. With a grunt, he rolled out a red carpet I had given to him, making sure to straighten out any creases. I sashayed into the house, he satisfying click of my heels motivating me. As the door clinked shut, I took a moment to enjoy my surroundings. Neo had not changed much around the house; the roomy flooring had now accompanied a couch and a rug, but that was all. I shrugged, motioning for Papyrus to follow me into the main and only room. He nodded, his loud footsteps irritated me. I paused to look back at him, he grinned sheepishly. As my gaze drifted behind him, I noticed that the secret attic door had been unlatched. Neo had probably gone to get some supplies, he was the only one besides Blooky who knew that attic existed in the first place.
"So, darling, you have convinced me to come, what do you want from here that exists?" I glared at Papyrus, merely intending to playfully scare him.Obviously he had taken it too far, for a glimmer of fear shined in his eyes. He turned away from me bashfully, I reached out a hand to touch him.
  "I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO NEO ABOUT SANS... BUT I GUESS HE ISN'T HOME, SO I WILL WRITE HIM A NOTE." The skeleton stumbled to the T.V counter, pricking a small note out of his hand and beginning to write on it. Butterflies flew to my stomach as I watched him, his arched back filling me with desire. The more I watched, the more I wanted. I shrugged hopelessly, tapping his back.
"WHAT?" He murmured fully in concentration, his gloved fingers still working with the note. I smiled mischievously, waiting a bit before tapping him again. He asked me a little louder this time, but he still didn't turn around. I rolled my eyes, wishing he would just turn around quicker. I decided to give him one more chance, so I poked him once more. This time, he turned around and practically yelled, "WHAT TO YOU WANT METTATON?!". Seeing my opportunity, I leaned upward, stretched out my toes and kissed him. I felt him flinch, but it was only for a second. His cold, hard mouth I knew was nothing like mine-bones and teeth rutting the damn thing- but, yet, they were similar just the same. We were bad kissers, but that didn't matter. At least, not to me. I pressed my lips even harder across his skull, pushing him backwards, he caught himself, anchoring us together with his back foot. I clenched my arms around his back, pulling us tighter together. I noticed his gloves finding their way onto my chest, discovering every nook and cranny only my programming knew about yet. I let him continue, slowly beginning to wrap my legs around his thin waist. He must have liked this, because before I knew it, or of his hands had left my chest and was now pushing my lower back into him. I breathed into him, deciding to moan even though I felt nothing. Maybe just to add effect, or to play with him. Papyrus bit my lip, exposing my tongue. He didn't have one, so I wondered how it would feel for him to discover and play with mine. I leaned in closer, and our chests were touching. So we're our waists, and mouths. I wondered if there was a way everything could be touching each other. I pulled away from his mouth, clutching onto his shoulders and waist for dear life. I pointed to my old bed, smiling as sexily as I thought I could after getting thoroughly kissed and bitten. Papyrus looked at me as if I was crazy, his weary eyes just made him that much more cute.
"METTATON, NO; THIS, THIS IS NEO'S HOUSE NOW. IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT HERE. "
"Too bad." I smirk, thrusting my lips onto his again. With all of my weight, I pulled him to a tipping point, and we fell on the bed. He was on top of me now, and I knew this was the way things ought to be. Just Pap and I, doing whatever we please. We couldn't reproduce, though. That sucked. I kissed him harder, making sure my lips found his neck just I the right way for a robot to kiss a skeleton. He flipped us over, and I was on top of him. Just when I was about to adjust his scarf, he threw me off of him and sat up on the bed. "Darling, what is wrong?" I ask, rolling over on my side. The look of fear in his eyes made me scared, too. He was so cute when he was scared, but I knew it must concern him. He pointed shakily to the T.V stand, everything looked perfectly fine. Then I noticed the pool of liquid emitting from the lower compartment. I gasped, rushing over. Papyrus followed in close second, A long bone in each gloved hand. I held up my leg in defense.
"Who....is there?!" I call cautiously, "I have a leg and I'm not afraid to use it!" The cabinet, in response, sniffled harder. Wait, sniffled? Only now did I realize that whatever was down there had been moaning and sniffling the entire time Papyrus and I had been in here, and we had just been too distracted to hear it. I slowly, sternly, and cautiously asked Papyrus to open the cabinet for me. He, of course, obliged, and I stepped back to allow him to open it. As he daintily slid the door open, I gasped. There, crying like a baby, was that sexy little robot that I believe belonged to Neo! Lucky little thing, she had tear ducts installed!
"Hey there, pretty little thing, why are you crying?" I ask, sugar in my tone. The small robot sniffled, her lip quivering.
"I-I'm-I-uh..GAGH!" She cried out, breaking into a crying fit. I glanced over at Papyrus, nodding for him to pick her up. He reached down into the cabinet and swooped her up like a rag doll, she cried out in surprise. I have to admit, I was kind of jealous. Papyrus had set her down on the bed, and only now did I see how truly beautiful she was. Stunning blonde-silver hair dropped down next to her way-too-short dress , with a long blue streak cutting through the middle. Her crystal pearl eyes  had no pupils or irises, but that just made her look that much more riveting. Her seemingly paper face only had on imperfection; the sensory tube on her face stretched right across the bridge of her nose and around her face, like the one I have under my right eye. She curled up under Papyrus's gentle grasp, he held her like a small, fragile child.
  "CAN YOU TELL US NOW WHAT HAPPENED?" Papyrus asked, I was shocked to see how soft his tone could be. He wiped her face daintily, staring her in the eyes with a passion I had only seen once before. I rolled my eyes, jealously boiling in my chest.
  "Papyrus, darling, why don't you let me handle this? She is my sister, after all."  I growled, showing Papyrus out. He nodded, whispering about how he thought we should talk later. I shrugged, shutting the door a little too hard.  Grimacing, I turn back to Nami.
  "Y-you said I'm your s-sister?" She whimpered between tears. I nodded.
   "Yup, you and Neo both, darling." I snickered, and she started bawling. I rushed over to the bed to shush her, throwing myself on top of her. Jeez, was she ever loud. "Jesus, kid, what did  Neo do to you?" I pinned her down, allowing her to wipe her eyes.
   "He...S-Sans...BW-" I clamped a hand on her sleek silver lips before she could cry out, instantly shushing her.
  "I don't need a crybaby for a sister, so shape up before I start judging you!" I chastised her, lightly slapping across her perfect China-doll face. She nodded weakly, taking a second to manually shit down her tear ducts. I imagined that if she couldn't stop crying herself without changing her settings it had to be a big bad something that was wrong with Neo.
   "It w-was at around one o'clock today and I was j-just painting the house, Neo told me to paint it while he was gone. He didn't say where, but he brought Jacin with him. " She began, and a surge of curiosity struck.
  "Who the hell is Jacin?" I attempt to sound mean, but staring at such a thing for too long can soften one's heart, even if  one is still choosing wether to like this thing or not.
"H-he is our pet, Neo found him in the attic." She stammered, and I shook my head.
  "God forbid, Neo. Anyways, you were saying?"
"Ok, s-so, I was painting, when a f-flower started talking to me. He was very nice to me, and he understood. He understood everything. He felt so comforting to me, and I knew he was friendly. I stepped down from my ladder and sat in the grass with him. We talked and talked, and he told me about the world because no one else told me. He told me my purpose, and it made sense. He told me why I was living anyway, and he talked about himself too. But then, then he started to scare me. He told me about the things certain people do when they are alone, and I got scared. He ignored me and kept talking. He told me about the things Sans did with his father, and he told me what he plans to do. The worst part is, he showed me that Neo is in it too! And he said I am useless, just like everything else here to Neo and Sans! They don't need me, or you, or any of us to do what they will! And then, he grabbed my chest and pulled out my memory chip, editing it so I will only remember this long enough to tell someone! He is trying to torture us!" I held her red cheeks in my hands, blowing tufts of hair out of her exasperated face.
  "Nami, what did the flower say they were going to do?" I asked as calmly as I could manage. She breathed in and out, her body shook in suspense.
   "They...they're going to reset. I won't exist, none of us will." Then, in an elaborate spasm, Nami's code wiped right in front of me and she fell into my arms. There was something disturbing about the was she fit into my body frame, as if she was merely a toy built just for me. I brushed the hair out of her eyes, thinking about what she had said. Heaving us off of the bed, I made my way over to her charging station, where she could rest. Lying her down on the carpet, I looked in vain for a charger hole. Her belly looked promising, so I felt around it for an opening. My fingers latched onto her soul, and it took me a moment to remember she was artificial.
"Oh, convenient." I muttered, grabbing the plug. As I reached down to plug the charge into her artificial soul, I tried to think of other things, maybe the way her facial complexion baffled me, or maybe how I found myself likening her more and more even though I thought I shouldn't. Or maybe the fact that I was in shock. Shocked, because of the words I had just heard. The things I now wish I didn't know. A bitter, desperate laugh echoed around the room, I grimaced because it was mine. I was going to reset, and I was supposed to be the star. Nami would die, and their little pet Joshua or something would be homeless, but the most important thing is the fact that if Neo was the original, the reset would destroy the clone we made. If sans chose Neo to live, I would be no no more. Papyrus strutted in, putting a hand on my waist. He was quivering slightly. "WE SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE." He whispered (almost), and his other hand found my hand. He twirled me around to face him, a small smile playing across his face. I smiled a bit myself, trying to put all the dark information Nami had told me to rest. We walked out of the room together, and just as we had passed the couch, the jingling of keys being fiddled with seeped into my ears. "Neo's home." I whispered to Papyrus. He nodded. The door flung open, and revealed a Neo covered in dirt. He wiped a bit off his shoulder, noticing we were standing a few feet away from him. "I swear to god, guys. This is my house. The least you could have done was shut up Nami." He growled, taking off a small white animal made of bones off of his shoulder. He wiped some dirt off it, and it squeaked a bit. "A Gaster Blaster!" Papyrus said, all maturity he had gone in an instant. "Darling, please." I said, flicking his cheek lightly. He looked hurt for a split second, and then turned to face Neo, who was on the move. Dirt covered his back, as if he had been on the ground for a while. He set the animal down, and I scurried away. "Heh, why should I care that you guys are here?" He asked, his tone of voice changing to friendly but annoyed to devilish. He turned, a smile curling up his less-dignified lips. "I'm going to be king soon anyways."

[Sorry for having to update again... Kindle forgot to add something so I did]