The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 20

"Maybe it can be entirely a bird theme!"

"...What?" You signed to the over enthusiastic robot in front of you. After working some time into his schedule, Mettaton had called you into his office to discuss his next album which would be featuring your song as one of it's tracks. Even though you had yet to see the fruits of your labor in Germany. Currently you were trying to figure out how the layout of all the songs would influence each other. You had both agreed that you didn't want a bunch of random songs on it. There was no way that you wanted it to be random or like a best hits album. Instead, Mettaton wanted it to be cohesive and you completely agreed. However.... A bird theme?

Mettaton stood up out of his chair in excitement. "Think about it, sweetheart. Every song could incorporate a different bird and tell its tale!"

At first, you weren't sure if he had said a pun. Which he had but he hadn't realized it. Taking this opportunity before it slipped away, you looked at him over dramatically aghast. Channeling the robot idol through your being. "Considering... My song has you chasing after one bird... I see how it is..." Quickly, you looked to the floor while clutching your heart in mock hurt. But you may have made it look to realistic.

"Beautiful?... How is 'what'?" Mettaton was now unsure of what he said that could have made you upset. He leaned over the desk towards you with a full look of concern on his face. Whoops. Not what you wanted to do. Looks like your acting could give his a run for it's money.

"All you want to do is chase tail feathers!" You give him your best crocodile tears, even adding in some silent sniffles for good measure.

Through the strands of your hair, you watched as the look on Mettaton's face changed from concerned to slightly annoyed but relieved. "Darling, you keep doing things like that then I'm going to have a heart attack."

"Do you even have a heart?" Your hands asked with genuine curiosity as you smiled at his words. Was it a real heart or a mechanical one? Did Alphys design it? How did it work and was it for aesthetic purposes or was it actually used?

"That I do but we have gotten off topic." He sits back down in his chair and rifled through a couple of papers on it. You settled back in your comfy chair when a knock on the door had the both of you looking at it in question. Mettaton had specifically explained that he needed to sit down and figure this album stuff out. Telling his employees to only disturb him if there was an emergency. You could see the sour expression start to form on the robot idol's face. If this wasn't an emergency that person was going to get an earful. "Come in!" he called. His normally playful but sultry voice now all business.

However the person who opened the door had you both out of your chairs in worry. In the doorway was Sans. Looking as though he was about to keel over right then and there. You didn't know how but his cheekbones looked even paler than normal. Sunken in even. He looked extremely frail. It appeared to be an effort for him to just be standing in the door way.

As quickly as you could, both Mettaton and you guided the ragged skeleton to a nearby chair. He fell into it grateful to be off of his slippered feet. But it just made him look worse. You lightly clicked your tongue to get his attention. "Sans, what's wrong? Are you all right?"

"You look positively awful, Darling."

Sans chuckled before quickly clapping a boney hand over his mouth to stifle a series of horrible coughs. "Yeah, I'm fine.."

"You got to be kitten me! How are you feline fine? You look like we need to call a purramedic!" Your hands flying with the puns before Mettaton could even comprehend them, in an attempt to cheer the skeleton up. You had signed the first things that seemed to have come to mind and it looked like it worked. Sans coughing turned into laughter until he winced as he clutched his sides.