Continued w/ @marvelousmettaton {x}
He recognized the look immediately, the concern visible even in a monster-built body such as the robot had. It was what brought his attention crashing back down on what he looked like. He felt the bones of his face heat up in a blush, his magic flaring up in embarrassment over his appearance.
If only he’d had a chance to wash up before running into his idol!
“Y-YES I’M ALRIGHT!” His words practically came out in a squeak.
“I DON’T... NORMALLY LOOK LIKE THIS, YEAH!”
Which was a lie. The state of his bones, and the worn hoodie around his hips now, didn’t get that way through short-term means.
“ACCOMPANY YOU? I WOULD LOVE TO DO THAT!”
His eye sockets lit up at the offer. Maybe Sans would be upset at him for going off with someone that he didn’t even know, but this was Mettaton! He’d only heard good things about the celebrity. He wouldn’t hurt Papyrus, he was certain of it!