The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 38

Continuing to follow him around, you finally get the break that you have been looking for. BP heads down a deserted hallway and into one of the empty rooms. Rounding the corner as quickly and quietly as you could, so that you could peek inside, you barely have time to full out sprint to catch him from face planting into the tiled floor. Everything he was holding hitting the floor.

The cat monster was heavy. A lot heavier than he appeared to be. You held him up with both your arms around his chest and you began to slowly lower him to the floor. Once he is safely on the floor, and not greeting it with his face, you roll him over gently so that he was on his back. Ignoring his grunts and weak attempts at a protest, you press one of your hands to his forehead to check his temperature.

He was hot. The poor guy was completely burning up and it wasn't because he was covered head to toe in orange fur. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you flicked his pink nose to get his attention. Earning yourself an annoyed grunt from the cat. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled out, reaching up to rub his nose.

"You're sick." You signed to him with a blatant look of annoyed anger that had BP biting his tongue, once he noticed. "So much so... you collapsed and about ate the floor." The cat monster winced at your words though it was probably more from the glare that you had just given him. "What is wrong with you? You need to take the next couple days off to beat this fever. If you don't, it'll only get worse."

"I know... and it has." BP groaned but didn't dismiss you like earlier. "Wait... how were you able to catch me? I thought I left you in the dance studio."

"I've been following you the past few hours. Did you seriously not notice?" You arched an eyebrow at him while you fished your phone out of your pocket.

"Man... I must be worse off than I thoug- wait! What are you doing?" The cat monster managed to push himself up into an upright sitting position. It had been a brief struggle for him to do so though.

"Telling Mettaton that you are going home sick." You signed to him one handed while looking over the top of your phone.

"WHAT?! NO!" BP lunges for your phone and it takes no effort on your part to jump backwards out of his reach. He fell forward onto the floor and painstakingly tried to crawl over to you. "I can't... there is too much to do. I've gotta schedule an interview with Shyren over her new album release. Set up the themes for the next few shows of Questions with a Killer Robot. Look into this ridiculous rumor about Mettaton dating a toaster. That has blown up on social media more than you know. Not only that, check on the light and sound crews for the concert, get the costume designs from Mettaton to the designers, schedule a video meeting with Mettaton and all branch heads in the company, and then there's just dealing with all the problems that pop up on a daily basis. I can't go. Mettaton is too busy doing all the stuff that I'm not. That's why he sent me to practice with you today. He was really looking forward to it and there is no one to replace me. I-"

"I can do it." You signed to him. Taking a moment to think over what you just agreed too. Sure, it sounded like a lot but it didn't sound overly hard. Most of it sounded like all you had to do was call someone and leave a message. "Noted, I probably won't be as fast as you about it and there is the language barrier." At this, you wiggled your fingers at him. "But I can enlist someone to translate. I bet one of the bunny guards would have a blast."

The cat monster paused as if mulling it over. He still seemed pretty hesitant. "What abou-... no... Then there's-... no you covered that too." Eventually, he comes to a conclusion and shakes his head at you. "Nope. I can't let you do that. Some of the people I deal with can be pretty bad. They don't take kindly to monsters and you being a human helping one will make it worse. I'm not worried about them so much... I'm more worried about yo-" BP is suddenly cut off when he dry heaves and you look down at him with a victorious smirk. His body winning the argument for you.