#friiskies

                                                                 sad machine

               Frisk had nightmares. Such was to be expected, from such a           young child--but lately, Mettaton had noticed, her nightmares were           increasing in number. He certainly had his suspicions as to WHY           (Sans would be getting a very angry house call, once he knew for           sure), but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was Frisk,           curled up in his arms, still shivering and reeling from a scary dream.

               Mettaton couldn’t make them disappear instantly, as much as he           wanted to. There wasn’t much he could do in this case, and his own           powerlessness aggravated him to no end. She depends on you, she           depends on you--

               “Friiiisk, darling? My little gem? Might I have a word?”

               Alright, easy, Mettaton. This is dangerous territory we’re getting           into here. Just... play it cool, and everything will be fine. Maybe.           Probably. Oh god what if--

He had fallen asleep, again, didn’t he? Why else would he be crying? He hoped his dreams were silent for those in the house. Who was here, again? Just him and Frisk? Right. He was supposed to be watching Frisk, wasn’t he? The lack of sleep had caused him to fall asleep in his room, book now in his lap. He was reading to Frisk, because they were curious about the book. Something about Neverland? He couldn’t remember exactly. He wasn’t even sure how far along he had gotten in the book with them. It was kind of Frisk to let him sleep, but he was sure leaving Frisk unattended was bad news, most likely. They were very active, after all.

He sat up, but realized the cyan glow from his eye. He paused. Looking down at his hands, his memory flashed to the golden floor and the red on his hands. With a sense of panic, he quickly held grabbed for his chest, expecting to see a gash there. However, upon inspection, there was nothing of the sort. Just the glow of cyan casting over it.