No thoughts just. Falling asleep on Mettaton. Metal doesn’t inherently come to mind as an ideal pillow, sure, but he’s so warm. And he’d extend his arms towards you as you crawl against him, and hug you tightly and cradle your head against his chest. Maybe sink his hand into your hair. And in the darkness of the room you can hear his fans gently whirring. Out of the corner of your eye you watch his heart core flickering with a captivating fuchsia glow under the blankets. Idk man that just sounds like heaven










