Phone Call
You hummed softly as you danced around your apartment, a small duster in hand. You jumped up in rhythm to the song and dusted the top of a ceiling fan.
The music roared and you let out your beautiful voice to sing along. And finally as you finished cleaning, the song came to an end. Then the next one started.
It was long going for you, the way music made you feel. It woke parts of you that had been quiet for so long, and brought back memories you had forgotten. It was something that could not be explained. It was the way it moved your SOUL that made it do as such. It started subtle, something making you feel a forgotten emotion. Then it would rise, and tug at you, daring you to try more. Fight harder. It was this that made your voice so strong. That made it so compelling, so.... magical.
Your hair was brushed and tied back in a horribly messy bun, one that you told yourself you would never wear out. Though, it has happened more than once. You let out a laugh at the thought. You wore a green shirt and black shorts. Your white socks were rolled up and you lacked any footwear. You didn't really care though, you never have cared for your looks, it wasn't something that truly mattered. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and someone like you, had a beauty unseen.
Your voice was quite loud now, matching, and outmatching the tempo and volume of the song itself. Any singer would be jealous of your sturdy lungs and vocal chords. When the song was done, you jumped back and landed on your couch, letting out a long laugh. That was fun.
And suddenly, you were singing along to another song, your entire being into it now.
Then the phone rang.
You le out a soft sigh and paused your music, picking up the phone in the process.
"Hello?" Your soft voice called.
"Well hello dearor!~" Mettaton's deep, robotic voice replied. You le out a soft sigh, loving his voice, and being envious of it yourself. "How are you today?"
You smiled. Despite being more than a little egotistical, he still cared. "I'm quite alright, thank you. How are you?"
A sigh could be heard on his end. "I'm alright dear. Had a rough day on set though." You frowned, he did sound tired.
"What happened?" You asked slightly worried.
He laughed. "No, no. I won't worry you about it dear. Just some rude humans. Anyways, I was wondering if I could have you over here? On set tomorrow? I would like to open a fund for you, so you could open that restaurant of yours!"
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Sans laid back in his bed, his large frame covering most of it.
He couldn't sleep very well. As soon as they had arrived to the surface, all he could think about was you. Everything was killing him. It hurt to this k about you. It hurt so much more than anyone could ever know. A bond couldn't last through a timeline or a RESET. And you hadn't even bonded anyways.
He wiped away a small, blue tear that had fallen from his eye socket.
He had seen you a few times. Your SOUL was the same one, a different color albeit. You were shorter, but still looked the same.
But he was worried. So very worried.
And so, hopelessly in love with you.