The Call Of A Mute Heart

Underfell Special 2

Releasing your hold on his metallic appendage, your hands trembled as they began to sign. "Mettaton....?" He seemed to hum menacingly in response and you had to suppress a shudder. This bastard was enjoying tormenting you way to much."Why do you have such sharp teeth...?"

The sharp toothed smile that he had been giving you faltered for a fraction of a second as you assumed you had guessed right. His grip loosening around your neck considerably but not so much that you could wiggle free or fall to the floor. Yeah, you must have guessed right. This was to surreal. He looked like your Mettaton. Even acted like your Mettaton. But you knew that he wasn't your Mettaton. The two yellow eyes on the robot's face narrowed as he regarded you closely. As if he wasn't sure you actually had guessed right on purpose or if it had been sheer luck. It wasn't long before it appeared like he didn't care. The smile now replaced with a menacing smirk. "Simple, darling." he trailed a finger down your jawline and you instinctively flinched away from his touch.

"All the more to devour your SOUL with."

All the blood drained from your face as you watched the Mettaton impostor go for your SOUL. This thing was going to kill you. You were going to die and that would be that. Just as his face neared your frantically pulsing SOUL, you snapped your eyes closed with tears prickling the edges. If this impostor was going to kill you then at least you didn't have to watch. You waited for the robot to rip your SOUL from your body. To absorb it with his and become a being of unimaginable power. You didn't know a lot about how monster and human SOULs merged but you did know that the monster would more than likely be dominant with you forever trapped. An eternal limbo that you could never escape.

"You're getting a little handsy there, bud. But I think I have a better handle on this situation."

Immediately, your eyes snapped open to reveal Sans's signature blue aura. It was currently wrapped around the murderous robot making it impossible for him to move. He was trying his damnedest though. His mouth was a few inches from your SOUL and he was using all of his willpower to reach it. You felt a familiar boney hand touch your ankle. Within seconds, you were no longer in the evil robot's clutches but on the floor next to a rather pissed off skeleton. Your legs giving out the moment Sans released you from his magic. You kind of curled into a tiny ball around your SOUL finally able to shield it unlike before. Without a word, Sans reached down and with a gentle push your SOUL made its way back within your chest. Your breathing regulating now that it was safe back where it belonged.

The robot let out a terrifying growl of anguish. "How DARE you take my prey away from me!" He was eyeing you as he said it until Sans stepped in front with his left eye blazing to match the venom in the robot's features.

"Oh shut the hell up." At that, Sans moved his arm and the robot was sent into the opposite wall. The sound of metal crunching against the wall making you cringe. "Hey, kid... Which room did this guy come out of?"

You looked up to see a tight expression on the skeleton's face though his voice had changed from the angry tone to one of reassurance. You glanced around him to the robot as he continued to try and free himself but Sans's magic had him on lock down. Feeling a bit better knowing that, you regained the use of your legs before heading down the hallways back to the start. Sans dragging the Mettaton impostor along with him. It wasn't long until you were back in the room where you had originally found the robot. The stout skeleton's face darkening as you pointed to the spot where he had been.

"Why the hell does she still even have this..." Sans mumbled to no one in particular. He stepped forward only to knock over a bunch of stuff that the Mettaton impostor had knocked about during his ransacking. The skeleton swore before thrusting the robot at the wall and summoning a small wall of bones. Before you could realize what Sans's intent was, he launched them at the robot wedging him tightly against the wall so that he couldn't move. "Why aren't the fucking lights on in this place?" He released his magic, so that all that was holding the robot to the wall was bones, and vanished. Leaving you alone with your almost murderer.

Eyeing the floor awkwardly, you felt your SOUL being pulled out again. The robot laughed as you sent him a glare. You had just gotten it returned to you. You didn't want to be alone AND exposed to this bastard. So this was what it was like to be in a 'FIGHT' with a monster. Frisk and Mettaton had discussed this with you a couple of times. Just not in to much detail. Whenever a monster initiated a 'FIGHT' the target's SOUL would be forced out. However this has never happened to you. The only times it was out was during intimate moments between you and your Mettaton. This jerk however was summoning your SOUL as if it was already his for the taking.

Without really thinking about it, you brought your hands up in an attempt to hide your exposed SOUL earning a sadistic bark of laughter from the impostor. You continued to try and push your SOUL back within you but it just kept bouncing harmlessly off your chest.

Dammit.

Not to long after, the lights flickered on and you finally got to see the mess that this room was currently in. Sans reappeared in the middle of the room shortly after. He, immediately, noticed your exposed SOUL and sent a glare that even death would be terrified of at the Mettaton impostor. The bones keeping him lodged in the wall tightened. Cringing again at the sound of scraping metal, You clapped your hands to get the stout skeleton's attention. You didn't like that sound and it wasn't like the impostor was going to be able to touch you with your best friend here. "Sans... what is going on?" From the way he reacted upon seeing this room and the Mettaton look alike, had you sensing that he knew what was going on. You almost had your SOUL devoured. You deserved to know.

Sans looked to the floor before heading over a large machine that was tucked in the corner. The glass door was wide open with a small trail of smoke still coming from it. Was this where the robot came from? "I still don't know why she decided to bring this all the way up here..." Sans stated as he gazed at the machine with you walking to stand next to him. "This machine... was a project that Alphys and I were working together on. It was supposed to give us access to other time lines so that maybe we could go back and stop the war between monsters and humans. But it never worked quite right. Instead we would get feedback of other time lines but they would be changed. The data was similar to ours but had slight differences. Like the same people but different areas or same areas with the people switched."

"Like an alternate universe?" Your hands signed to him with your interest peeked now that the fear was gone. This was an amazing discovery! Why the hell had Sans and Alphys abandoned this project?

"Exactly." Sans reached up and rubbed the back of his skull absently. "But we could never get anything more than data back. Let alone have someone go through it."

Your eyes grew wide. Alternate universe... That Mettaton wasn't an impostor. He was the Mettaton from another universe. You shuddered at the thought. "If this is a Mettaton from an alternate universe... then where is our Mettaton?"

Sans shrugged. "I'm not sure. They could have switched places or Mettaton could be wherever he currently is. Like I said, we never got it to work right." He then turned and narrowed his eye sockets at the robot. "But apparently someone on his end did." The skeleton moved to look over the machine. His brow bones lowered in pensive thought. "This... This thing is fully functional. Did he recaliberate it?"

"What does that mean...?" You moved so that Sans could see you sign as he continued to examine the machine.

"It's probably set to whichever alternate universe he came from so that he can go back and judging on how violent he is..." Sans stood and eyed the evil looking Mettaton suspiciously. "He should go the hell back." The aura reappeared around the robot as the bones holding the silent robot in place disappeared. He moved his arm and the other Mettaton was thrown into the pod that you both assumed he came from. Sans hit a button and the machine started to whir to life releasing his hold on the robot. "We gotta make sure more like him can't get back here."

Gloved mechanical hands launched themselves from within and wrapped around your body. Dragging you into the pod with the menacing Mettaton. The glass door snapping closed behind the retreating arms. "As I said before. This beauty is MINE!" A bright white light filled your vision as the machine did it's thing. Somehow you managed to push your SOUL back within you while you snapped your eyes shut to block out the blinding light.

You felt sick. This wasn't like Sans's shortcuts at all. Soon the loud ringing that had formed in your ears faded along with the bright light. You heard the glass door open and you tumbled out onto the floor. Desperate to get away from this evil Mettaton. Your vision swam as an intense feeling of vertigo hit with black spots forming at an alarming rate. Where ever you were.. it was dark. You needed to get away but you could feel your consciousness slipping. Terrified tears trailed down your cheeks as everything faded to black.