heichou.

“No problem. I wouldn’t let you suffer through this lot alone.”

Just because he could handle it didn’t make it enjoyable. She could see some of the tiredness starting to sink in, but it wasn’t uncommon for Levi to miss out on sleep. She had caught him awake several times when she had wandered for some water in the night. Petra was thankful they were close enough that she could insist she shared some of his burdens. Whether it was making sure he rested, cleaning his office, organising his itinerary, or just signing papers, she did everything efficiently and with heart.

He took a sip from his tea, glancing up at her when she asked how long he had been at this. 

“Well, let’s get this over with shall we?” He looked at the mechanic and scientist, “Such strapping young people you have here.” He winked at them, causing them to blush. Almost no one can resist his charms. 

Levi found it fun poking fun at Mettaton. Especially when the robot was strapped down to the table and couldn’t do anything. He watched intently as the mechanic opened up Mettaton’s chest and began to poke around inside. 

“Doing okay?” 

He chuckled, “Do whatever you want darling, just let me get back to my spa.” A little wink ended his request. 

“You’re not my type.” Levi grinned. “I prefer the warmth of a human.” 

He began to walk toward the door. “I’ll be back in a moment. Our specialists are waiting for my order. And then you’ll be able to get back to your spa.” 

Levi left the room, only to return a few moments later with two other people - a mechanic and a scientist. 

Mettaton had an idea about what it meant, and by God that wasn’t going to happen.

“If you really think I’m such a threat, then why did your government even let me live when I came from the Underground. And who gives you the right to tell me I can’t live, even after all I sacrificed!? I have proven many times that I have no intention of hurting innocent people, even if I could I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to disappoint Frisk.” Mettaton ranted, breathing labored, clearly pissed off.

He has never been so disrespected in his life. How dare they, people who haven’t even looked at him, tell he can’t live, that he’s a danger, when they know full and well that he has no weapons on him.

“Listen to me, and listen very carefully, Mettaton.” He began, his eyes narrowing at the other. “There is a reason why you and all your underground friends are still here. But please understand that we know nothing about you or why the Gates want you to be here. But it is my duty as commander to make sure that my people are safe. I don’t care if this wrecks your day or ruins your plans. You will sit there while my mechanic and scientists go over your body to make sure you are of no danger to the people that live in Aliena.” 

Levi took a step forward. 

“Do not make me make you cooperate, Mettaton.” 

As Levi and he were walking to the same office, with the same paperwork, and with the same probing questions, Mettaton’s anger was starting tor resurface. But, he knew that if he lost his temper again, especially in front of Levi with no one around, it would either be the greatest thing to happen to him, or the worst. 

“So, what was the error the form? Or did some moron lose it?” Mettaton’s scowl started to also return, but hey, he didn’t yell it all out at least? 

After calming down, Mettaton realized how out of line he acted, the guilt was starting to eat at his Soul.

“Also…sorry for the yelling, having to go through this all over again is really not what a super star like me should have to deal with.” An exhausted sigh left Mettaton’s mouth. 

“There was no error with your forms.” Levi answered, ushering the robot inside. “Please take a seat on the table. This is just a routine examination. We are aware that you have had any weaponry removed by your creator, though please understand that your existence itself is very...tentative. We have to make sure nothing was modified without letting us know. We’ve already talked to Dr. Alphys - so as long as everything checks out, you will be good to go for now.” 

Levi stood in front of Mettaton. “And trust me. As commander of one of the most powerful squadrons in the world, I don’t want to be here supervising our mechanics.” 

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“I swear to God, if I have to do this again!” Mettaton growled, stomping out of the MTT Spa with a notice clutched in his hand that read: “Dear Mr. Mettaton,

There was an error when we were processing your WC-172, proof of non-lethal enhancements, form and we will need you to come back and re-submit your form.

With best regards, The city of Aliena.”

After reading that, Mettaton rushed out and is now on his way to the Center of Security. All because he’s a robot, he could be considered a “weapon.” Preposterous. He had Alphys take out all of his weapons, and even his NEO form when they left the Underground. Hell, the only thing about him that’s deadly is his charm and modesty.

He reached the security building. The building’s tall, black in color, and has an air of intimidation surrounding it. Mettaton’s glide stumbles a bit.

Mettaton marched into the building, anger very much apparent, and slammed his hand on the desk in front of him. The sound reverberated along the walls, catching everyone’s attention.

“I demand to speak to someone immediately!” 

Mettaton wasn’t a friend by any means, but Levi had known him long enough to realize all he cared about was his hair and making people feel uncomfortable with the incessant flirting. Yet, he was here once more for a required oil change. 

The second Mettaton walked into the building, metal detectors started going haywire and he hear a crunch of wood from the lobby in front of him. That would be great to explain to Erwin. Sighing heavily, he stood up from his desk and began to head out toward where his secretary sat. 

“Mettaton,” He cleared his throat, standing tall and proud. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you could follow me.” 

Levi waited patiently until the robot decided he wanted to follow him, before turning to walk down the hall to one of the few examination rooms in the building.” 

“They’re cleaning it as we speak.” never one to disappoint. There were few times she would push the boundaries when it came to Levi, and usually they were only with personal matters rather than with her duty.

“It’ll be gone long after you’re done with all of this.” nodding to the papers on his desk. “Need me to sign anything?”

“Take a seat.” Granted, he probably shouldn’t be letting Petra sign any of his paperwork, but he was too tired, and he trusted her. It was a long night. After one of his squad members had gotten sick the night before, Levi had stayed awake all night standing guard. 

He pushed forward a small stack of papers and handed her a pen. 

Making tea for Levi was second nature at this point, and a task she didn’t mind doing as he seemed to appreciate it. Plus it often left for a few peaceful moments during the delivery as everyone knew where she was going when that mug was in her hand. 

It didn’t take her long. Petra was efficient. Knocking on his office door with a free hand. “It’s me, I have your tea.”

Upon hearing the knock on his door, he muttered a quick “Come in” before continuing to sign his name on various papers. 

“Thank you,” He glanced up at Petra as she set the cup down on the desk. “I take it you got someone to clean the mess up?”