@caringcook
Mettaton laid in the hospital bed, aimlessly counting the tiles as he waited for his friend to make an appearance. The idol had texted him beforehand, asking him to come see him in person so he could formally apologize. He felt guilty. Nathaniel had worked so hard to put everything together...and to see all of his hard work go up in flames and tarnished with such a disappointing night? Mettaton couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach thinking about it. He heard a knock at the door and crooned his head to call out to the door.
“Come in!”











