#some plot!

[mtt-metal-crusher]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Heat Rising

Love, longing and a hint of a new beginning? Papyrus is so hung up on Mettaton, it seems he's everywhere he turns, on his TV, in his flowers, even on the street as he's driving. Nothing can keep that robot away- but perhaps he's doing more harm than good.

[themidnightrose]

”I  Need A Smoke...”

Rose sat on the roof of the house, fiddling with a lighter.The moon hung among the stars, the chill of the night brushed by her. She sighs and does it. A pack of cigarettes makes its way into her hand and on her lips. The demon lights it with her finger, inhaling the smoke.

Its been about 50 years since she last smoked....but fuck man. She needs it. She really does. The ever growing threat of the Hunters and her would be assassin still troubles her. Not to mention what Ako and Selene told her as well.

They’re after her KIDS now. The Hunters, Angels, any and all of her enemies. Fuck man. They want to use and BREAK her kids, like they tried to do to her. No. No way in heaven. They aren’t going to take her children and try to turn them into weapons. 

The thought just makes her shudder. She already knows how deadly she is, how much power she has alone. It makes her sick to think of what would have happened if they succeeded in it. Matt...oh god. They would have pushed him the most. He’s the eldest of the group. They would have used the rest of the as a way to make him break. Gods knows what they would make him d- The smell of smoke reminds her of the 50 year old habit she’s starting up again. Right. 

She flicks her cigarette ash on the roof and looks up. If Heaven wants a fight, she’ll give them one. She has an army of her own. Not just the Family, but close friends and people she can call in for favors. Heh, they’re no way they’re ever going to take her children. 

Just try and take them. She smirks at the stars and pulls the cigarette away from her mouth. Less than a 1/4th has been burned. Oh well, Rose crushes the cig, hopping down to the ground to toss it away. She enters the house and locks the door behind her.