The Call Of A Mute Heart

Underfell Special 3

TRIGGER WARNING! PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING THIS CHAPTER!

Ugh.

Your nose reflexively scrunched up at the horrible combination of chemicals and was that... blood? With a silent groan, your eyes shifted everything around you into focus. A thick layer of grime covered the tiled lab floor. Some of it now coating your side from when you had been dragged in your sleep. A faint purple glow was gently drifting along the surface and you looked down to see that you SOUL was still out.

Great.

To be honest, you were surprised that you were still alive. That evil Mettaton had been hell-bent on trying to take your SOUL. Now that you were alone and in his domain, it was a small wonder that you still had it. Why the sudden change in temperament? Oh well, you shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth. The awful high pitched keening of metal on metal broke into your thoughts. You cringed at the sound. Eyes looking for the source. Though you were now wishing you hadn't. Across the room, was the evil Mettaton... and a very crazed looking Alphys. Her normally cute glasses were clouded with swirls on the lenses as though she was knocking off a crazed scientist in an anime. Instead of a normal shirt and pants, she wore a black and red striped sweater with a long black skirt so that you couldn't see her feet. Overtop everything was a very used lab coat. It was frayed on the edges with deep red stains located on the sleeves, chest, and where it dragged on the floor. You didn't know how those stains got there or what they were from but you really didn't want to find out. After getting over the initial culture shock, you realized that the crazed yellow monster was talking quite loudly as she held a screw driver in one hand and a sharp implement in the other.

"Disgraceful. Fucking, disgraceful!" Alphys said in a tone that was full of disgust and malice. The foreboding aura that the monster was giving off was so intense that your blood ran cold. There was no way that this was your Alphys. She stood menacingly over Mettaton who looked as though he had seen better days. His hair was a mess, chest plate cracked, and one of his four arms was on the floor a little bit behind the scientist. "You are completely worthless, you know that?" She spat at Mettaton with him flinching horribly when she raised the screwdriver. "I do all of this work to make it so that we can access different universes and I give you one job. Just one teeny weeny job. Kill the first human you see, take their SOUL, and come back here. But no! You can't even manage that simple task!" Alphys struck evil Mettaton across the face with the screwdriver before jumping on the robot monster so he couldn't back away from her further. Your hands were clapped over your mouth as a silent scream wracked your body. What the hell were you witnessing? Fear was back and it held you place as you watched the scene unfold. The scientist began dismantling another one of Mettaton's arms and he let out an anguished cry that tore at your heart. "Oh shut up. You wanted to be human. Well, nerve endings are a thing and after your screw up you don't deserve to have them turned off! You would find the one human that we couldn't properly fucking use! Did you even look at her SOUL? It's cracked to hell just like yours!"

This caught both you and the other Mettaton's attention. Your eyes went to his 'belt' and his went to your exposed floating SOUL. Within the safe confines of the belt was a tiny, white, upside-down heart with several small cracks scattered across its surface. You had to fight back tears. You have seen your Mettaton's SOUL on a couple of occasions now outside of the protective enclosure. It was white and vibrant. Even though it didn't have a color it pulsed with life. This Mettaton's was almost the exact opposite. As though someone had broken him years upon years ago. What had happened to this one's SOUL for it to look like that? When your eyes trailed away from the sad soul, your eyes locked with his. They were wide with a mixture of sympathy, fear, and comradery.