Somnous Butler

Scenario: Caine is at the digital lake that has been upgraded; the water and sand are more expansive. There's more palm trees and a choice of beach towels with tropical themed patterns and accompanied with parasols, sun loungers, and hammocks for the humans to relax on.

The changing cubicle has more choices of clothing and essentials to entertain and protect from the Sun.

Caine decides to test what outfits he could wear. He doesn't usually do so, as the adventures are for the humans. But as he begins to settle with the humans more, he is starting to be more open-minded to partake in these extras and enjoy time to himself, too.

Caine summons a mirror as he tries on a red shirt with tropical leaf patterns on the body. His trousers are replaced with black swim shorts and his boots are replaced with black sandals. His skin is a dark grey along his arms, legs, and three/four toed feet (who cares, lol). He keeps his gloves on.

He seems happy with the shorts and sandals, but can't decide on the t-shirts, hats and whether he should wear sunglasses. Or change the colour of his shorts. He keeps them in the changing system as a possibility for the females with alternative styles and for the other males - Jax and Kinger. (Jax is still fitting in with his transition to a female and often still wears male clothing until he's comfortable.)

Caine decides to wear his white undershirt still but has the sleeves shortened as a t-shirt. Black shorts and black sandals. He even picks a sun hat and sunglasses.

~ Caine is touch starved but also touch-averse. While he does touch the humans; patting his hands on their backs/shoulder/arms/head etc. But as this is his way of offering some comfort to a human, he doesn't know how else to comfort them properly.

He ends up confused whenever the humans touch him the same way; act of comfort. He's never been hugged before and would likely not know how to react.

~ Caine becomes more tired due to his powers being diminished. He ends up falling asleep almost every where; sofa, tables, the stage, etc. He also becomes stressed with himself for not being able to keep up with the suggestions. Caine often summons mannequin NPCs to bring him water to cool his processors. He also has them give him head pats and massages to help him relax. This means he has to give the mannequins fingers and thumbs to make the treatment effective. However, he keeps a layer of clothes on because he's modest and likes to keep things age friendly.

~ Even though Caine accepts the massage treatment, he's rather fidgety and nervous due to being touch-averse and secretly touch starved. It makes it harder to relax, but he does try to overcome the aversion. (No where near that at all.)

~ Caine gladly offers to help the humans when they're stressed, but is also nervous when it comes to being hands-on. Due to his touch aversion and being touch starved, he limits himself to touch any of the humans for a long time. And since the humans usually flinch from being touched, it validates his aversion and not think about touching them at all. Plus, his strict age friendly environment is a helpful reminder.

~ Caine keeps a secret sandbox as his own escape. Inside is an endless meadow where bees can pollinate a large variety of flowers. The grass is tall and always fresh. The sky is set to midday; warm and a light breeze blows, and a few clouds patch the sky. There is a woodland added as a border. Caine even restricts Bubble from ever gaining access to this sandbox.

~ Caine has a secret dorm room amongst the humans. He sleeps in the room often as it is bee themed. He has bee themed clothes; pyjamas, jumpers, t-shirts, trousers, socks, swimwear, costumes and accessories. The bed is also bee themed; sheets, blankets, and pillow covers. Along with decorations. The door icon is an NPC mannequin with a slight difference that only Caine can spot.

~ Caine's tails of his tailcoat act like a dogs tail. They wag when he's happy. They tuck in when he's in any pain or afraid. They stiffen up out straight when stressed. Twirl around in a circle when he's joyous. Raise up high when alert. And when not wagging at all, it is due to being tired.

~ Caine is ticklish. Where is he ticklish the most? The humans would have to test that on him . . . If he allows them to even touch him due to his touch-aversion and touch starved ways.

It was just amazing; The sounds of the music and cheers of both Monster and Human crowd. The dazzling lights that were multi-coloured dimmed then shone as they fazed and swerved to and fro, glistening the Android's metallic-like skin as he swayed with such grace on his killer high-heel boots. The flexibility and perfect balance were astonishing – the talented movements a lot like a ballerinas.

The music fell silent. The spectrum of lights now focused on the Android, shining down a hue of pink as the graceful Monster struck a pose, the stage was plunged into darkness and clouded by a sudden burst of fog from four machines stationed on each corner.

Immediately where the Android remained, the stage revealed to be a disguised conveyor belt. The Android was now gliding backwards, disappearing behind a pair of grand crimson curtains.

Immediately, the crowd went wild – howls and whoops and even whistling echoed the arena.

~

“Ohh! Aren't you just a sweetheart!” Mettaton chuckled. “That reminds me as to why I called you, and only you, to help me before my midnight show.”

“Oh, of course, Mettaton! Anything for a fabulous star like you!” Papyrus gasped with glee. His eyes burned a mixture of warm-red and orange displayed his cheerfulness.

“First, please allow me to see your hands.” Mettaton uttered as he stretched out his own metallic open palms, awaiting Papyrus's skeleton hands to rest upon.

When Papyrus was ready to offer even his phalanges to touch the smooth synthetic skin, Mettaton grabbed hold of those bleach-white marrow hands. Sparks of electrodes travelled to the Android's mind and soul, registering the sensations of the distal phalanges tips. Despite the Skeleton common wearing of gloves, they felt rather rutted and pockmarked.

As Mettaton studied the strong marrow, Papyrus was starting to tint a peachy shade upon his cheekbones whilst stammering the Android's name; Mettaton was in deep concentration, rubbing his silicone fingertips over the intermediate and proximal phalanges, halting at the metacarpal bones, squeezing them gently.

“Passable,” Mettaton whispered, letting go of Papyrus's hands. “Apologies darling, I do hope your hands are as strong as they appear.”

“Oh, I am very dexterous, so strength is nothing compared to my multi-tasking skills.” Papyrus boasted.

Mettaton looked up at Papyrus with a day-dreamy gaze and soft smile. “I'm so lucky to have picked you out from the crowd, darling. You're such a rarity.”

Papyrus felt his cheekbones burn up once again. Flattery was definitely a weakness for the Skeleton. To be commented on even his success with his love of culinary tasks, making spaghetti was a doddle, and he was progressing in bakery with thanks to Toriel every afternoon of the week, or simply when she was free and a phone call away.

Mettaton then turned his warm smile to a glum frown. “Well, I'm sure you can understand that being an idol for our fellow monsters and even humans can take its toll on me."

Curious, Papyrus set his skeletal hands atop of Mettaton's protruding shoulders. The Android flinched, wincing behind gritted teeth – the indication that Mettaton was in pain.

Papyrus immediately responded by pulling his hands away. “I'm sorry, Met – !”

“Keep them on me,” Mettaton whispered.

Papyrus stared in bemusement. “I'm . . . I'm sorry, but what did you say?”

Mettaton turned around in his lounger chair and made a grab for Papyrus's hands, and planted them to rest on his shoulders.

“Keep your hands on my shoulders. They're so warm.” Mettaton moaned.

“Ahh! I . . . Well, I – should I rub them, Mettaton?” Papyrus stammered.

“You would be doing me a grand favour, darling,” Mettaton sighed as he allowed himself to relax against Papyrus's chest. “Please massage my shoulders.”

“Of course, Mettaton!” Papyrus exclaimed all too keenly. “Sorry for being so precipitous.”

Mettaton merely moaned in response. Papyrus decided to remain silent and work his skeletal hands to massage the surprisingly soft metallic skin. Spreading his thumbs atop and around the clavicles and the visible joints that shaped the shoulder.

The Android was in lieu as Papyrus kept on massaging Mettaton's shoulders. His smooth yet obvious bony hands were incredibly strong and soothing, and at the same time warm, but Papyrus had no need to use his healing magic for a simple massage.

Mettaton turned around and took hold of Papyrus's hands. “You are so talented with your hands,” the Android then tugged lightly at the Skeletons wrist, guiding the Monster to move around and sit infront of him on the vintage French transitional chair.

Papyrus felt his bones rattle lightly – he was a tad on edge towards what Mettaton may have in store for him.

Mettaton noticed the nervous quivering. He smiled warmly and rubbed Papyrus's hands. “It's okay, just relax. I would love for you to work these marvellous hands of yours . . . somewhere else.”

Papyrus felt a sharp jolt skitter along his entire vertebrae. “Are . . . are you s – sure about this, Mettaton?”

Mettaton hummed in response while he also stretched out his legs and shifted slightly on the lounger to get more comfortable. “You'll be doing me a wonderful favour, Papyrus. We'll go slowly, okay?”

Papyrus nodded as he watched Mettaton raise a leg close to his chest. He looked incredibly seductive in the Skeletons' view.

Oh my! What have I got myself into?

~

“Ohh!” A loud moan bellowed from the other side of the door. 

“Are . . . are you okay?” a voice queried.

“Ahhh – Yes darling! Please, oh please, keep going!” The first voice that was heard sounded much more intense.

Alphys felt her scales burn up and something even warmer and wet run from her slit nostrils; blood.

Sans, however, felt his soul pick up the pace of adrenaline and magic to muster a Gaster-Blaster to render the door infront of him to be nothing more than splinters.

“Sans, no!” Alphys grabbed the Skeleton by his arm he held up ready to set his Blaster on the door, halting Sans from his attack.

“Alphys! Don't you ever halt me like that!” Sans hissed under his breath, yanking his arm free from Alphys claws.

“S – s – sorry! But you can't j – just set your Blaster on d – d – damaging the door!” Alphys exclaimed. “What if you hurt someone? Wh – what if y – you hit P – P – Papyrus?!”

“Ugh! Fine!” Sans hissed. He then slipped a hand in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a spare tissue, which he offered to Alphys. “Best clean your nose before we go in.”

“Ohh!” The same moan howled from behind the door. Sans and Alphys kept their stance before.

“Just clean your face already!” Sans seethed under his breath.

“Alright, alright!” Alphys hissed. The tissue now in her claws, she hurriedly dabbed her slit nostrils. “Is it clean?” She then asked.

“Yeah, all good,” Sans lied. Well, if one could ignore the spot of blood that was the size of a ten pence which had stained the bridge between both slits, the expel of blood was common to be seen when you're with the anime-loving lizard.

Alphys tried the doorknob; locked. “Oh! I – I should n – n – never have given Mettaton the room that locks only inside!”

“Isn't it electronically controlled?” Sans asked.

“N . . . N – No. Mettaton objectified to – ah – ah – anything that could . . . well, shock him.” Alphys stammered as she curled up her tail around her waist.

Sans growled under his breath. “So, any bright ideas, Al?”

“Oh! I – I think it can be opened r – r – remotely,” Alphys began to pat at her white coat, checking all her pockets, she paused as she felt something within her inner pocket. “Got it! The remote!”

“After you, Alphys,” Sans gestured to the door.

“Ohhh! Just there . . . Work those hands . . . Mmm!” That voice was definitely Mettaton, and Sans was on edge of summoning his Blaster.

“Sure, Mettaton. Are you certain I'm not hurting you?” Papyrus sounded nervous, and this was concerning for Sans.

“Alphys, now would be a good time to open that door before I give Mettaton a bad time.” A Gaster Blaster appeared next to Sans, waiting for the command to attack.

“Okay, okay!” Alphys screamed to the top of her lungs as she fiddled with the buttons on a square remote control.

A computerised beep and soft click of a lock – along with a ghostly nudge at the frame of the door, the said barricade was unlocked.

Sans set his bony hand on the door knob, turned it carefully and quietly clockwise, and nudged the door open with his shoulder.

The Skeleton's soul pulsed with fear, anger, and the urge to summon a Blaster to hang over his shoulder and await the command from its master. The warm claws holding Sans tightly reminded the Skeleton to keep himself in the right mind not to react so fast.

“Oooh! Papyrus . . . Slowly please; Now harder!” Mettaton's moans were the welcome, and so was the sight of the Android on the royal purple soft padded lounger. His arms were outstretched atop of the loungers back, and his head craned in the nook of his left shoulder.

At the same time, Papyrus had his back facing both Sans and Alphys. His padded shoulders shuffling slightly, indicating he was using his hands for something infront of him – something that included Mettaton.

“I hope it isn't too hard for you, Mettaton.” Papyrus spoke up. “I'd hate to think I was hurting you before your midnight show.”

Mettaton hummed in response as he brushed his metallic fingers through his jet black hair that hung over his eyes. “You're doing me such a grand favour, darling,” Mettaton moaned as Papyrus kept his hands busy at work.

“What sort of favour?” Sans raised his voice, shuffling his slipper clad feet in a hurry to stand by the arm of the lounger.

“Nyeh? Sans!” Papyrus exclaimed. His reaction was jumpy as well as painful; his hands were now like vices, eliciting a deep grunt from Mettaton. The tall Skeleton gasped as he shot his arms up into the air. “I'm sorry!”

Sans shifted his gaze between the Android and Papyrus. His glowing eyes were reading the scene before him. However, he didn't want to believe what he was witnessing. “What are you up to now, Mettaton?” Sans asked.