The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 24

Darkness. A vast endless void that seemed to stretch on for eternity laid wherever your eyes looked. What happened? Where were you? Why were you here?

You tried to move your body but it felt as though it were made entirely of lead. Not even your little toe listened to your commands. You continued to look around in the sea of darkness. Are you blind now? When? How? What could have caused that? Your head throbbed a bit as you tried to remember the events prior to waking up in this never ending darkness. What was the last thing you did? What was it?!

Suddenly a few memories popped up and with that the rest flowed into your mind like a waterfall. That's right... You had gone home after spending the day at Asgore and Toriel's house...

This was it.

This new morning...

Today was the day.

No turning back.

You were going to finally get this shit DONE!

The taxi you were in jostled you as it hit a pot hole in the road while it headed in the direction towards MTT Studios. Breaking you from your mental motivational speech. You were almost there and to be honest... you weren't ready at all. Mettaton didn't even know you were coming. It had to be a surprise. If he knew, there was no way that he would even allow you through the front door for fear of something happening. That's why you had looked up the taxi service that had taken you to Toriel's house online, again. You couldn't text Mettaton's limo driver to come pick you up like you normally would. He would know something was up and your plans would be thwarted.

Not that this taxi wasn't nice. The driver was actually really nice. He was the same driver as before and he was having fun telling you some silly story about his daughter's homework that she turned in. However you hadn't been paying 100% attention to him as you were hyping yourself up. Which was a shame because it sounded like it was a pretty funny story judging from the boisterous laughter that the cab driver was giving off.

Shaking your head, you focused on the task at hand as MTT Studios pulled into view. Being sneaky, you had sent a few texts to Mettaton complaining of how bored you were and other general teasing comments. He responded back that he would love to come and play but he was helping a couple of the renovators with the stage set up all day. You then had texted BP to ask what Mettaton was up to and he confirmed Mettaton's statement. So you knew where he was going to be.

Now all you had to do was go up and ask.

You stepped out of the cab and handed the driver the bills he needed, before giving him a small wave in farewell. Making sure to give him a generous tip for not listening to him during the car ride. Maybe next time you'll be able to pay attention to his story. At this, you took a deep calming breath and turned towards the studio.

The tall building giving off a more intimidating air rather than one of fun and excitement that it normally did. You marched through the front door and into the back. The receptionist not even bothering to check to see if you had your pass or not. Which you didn't. Mettaton had confiscated it in an attempt to keep you from getting any ideas and coming here anyway. Not that it was going to stop you. No one was allowed past the doors without a ticket with the tour group or a pass. The receptionist should have stopped you the moment your foot crossed the designated white line on the floor. That receptionist really isn't good at her job is she?

Oh well, you weren't about to complain. Instead, your legs seemed to go on autopilot as you walked through the winding hallways towards your destination. No one in the back paying you any mind. They were so used to seeing you that they probably assumed you were supposed to be here. Good. If things were going to be this easy and fortunate then the rest should be a cakewalk. Hopefully. Probably... Maybe...