The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 2

God, it was nice out. Mother Nature seemed to enjoy taunting you. It was another beautiful day but there was no one about now that Sans had gone back inside. You should probably go see what he had put in your mailbox but decided to do it later. With a heavy sigh, you stood up, turning off the TV that you had on, and walked down the hall to your music room. Unlike the rest of the house, it actually looked nice. Musical instruments lined the walls and bookshelves full of sheet music were stacked under them.The loneliness you felt seemed to diminish a bit. This room always had a way of turning your mood around.

Taking your violin, you began to play a somber tune, expressing yourself in a way that your voice couldn't. Throwing your all into it, you swayed your hips and allowed the music to tell the world how you felt, your bow sliding expertly across the strings. The haunting melody filled the house and drove out the silence that had threatened to bring you down. Time seemed to blur as you played, ignoring the world and just letting the music call out. It wasn't until your phone vibrated in your pocket did you come to a stop. Who could that be? You maneuvered the phone into your hand, while still holding the bow. Sans. Odd. He normally sent you a pun when he woke up or right before bed. You opened the text.

Sans 3:09pm

Hey. You may wanna answer your door. You don't want them to knock it down.

Now that you weren't playing, a persistent knocking on your front door reached your ears. A smirk forming on your face. Knock it down. Sans doesn't miss a chance on the puns. You thanked Sans for the heads up and slipped your phone back into your pocket, heading out of the room and down the hall. The knocking on the door was continuous. Continuous and loud. Their hands had to hurt by now. Who could it be?

You were still reeling from the fact that you had been playing the violin for 5 hours. It was so easy for you to lose yourself in the music. As you stood in front of the door, you shook your head. Enough thinking there was someone pounding on the door, hopefully they didn't break it. You started to open the door, when it was forced the rest of the way open. Causing you to take a couple steps back from the force.

"HELLO THERE, DARLING~"

A large figure strutted into your line of sight and your heart jumped in your chest. The current most popular, international, monster idol was standing on your doorstep. Mettaton. THE METTATON! Why was he here? What would he want with you? He stood there looking at you with a big sassy smile, his hands splayed on his hips. Behind him people surged, stopping short of running the monster star over. Flashes from photography and lights from the cameras blinded you, causing you to squint and look away. All the people started talking at once. It was loud. It was bright. It was to much!

Your heart pounded frantically in your chest from all the commotion and shock. The pain increasing with every beat but you didn't have time to focus on breathing, long metal arms pulled you into a hug right in front of the cameras. The android monster struck a pose with his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders. " After THREE hours of persistence, we finally get to see the beauty behind the door~" Mettaton said as he addressed the cameras in a melodramatic triumphant manner.

You trembled in pain against Mettaton's metallic form. The cameras were all up in your face.Was this a live recording? Were thousands of people going to witness one of your attacks on national television? No. That wasn't going to happen. You scrunched up your face and tried to relax yourself, taking low shallow breaths. It was bad enough that Sans had noticed. There was no way you were going to allow this to happen on national TV.

All your concentration was on your frantic heart, willing it to calm down. Hopefully, you just looked like you were starstruck, instead of a hyperventilating scared girl. It was taking a lot to stop yourself from showing the pain on your face. You gripped the neck of the violin and bow tightly that you had unintentionally brought with you. Using the instrument for comfort. That didn't go unnoticed.