The two of you exited the huge building and Mettaton began to walk down the street in the original direction you came from, so you followed.
Just so the awkward silence wouldn’t continue any further, you spoke up. “Um, Mettaton? We only got two questions in when we were going back and forth earlier, should we continue?” You asked. You actually didn’t mind if he asked you questions or not, but you really wanted to know more about him.
“Oh, what a fabulous idea to pass the time.” He smiled. “I’m pretty sure it was my turn, so.” He paused, putting a finger to his mouth as he walked. “What does your dream life look like?”
Your dream life … Honestly, no one has asked you that since high school, and it used to be that you wanted to become an animator, but going to art school and realizing that the constant repetition wasn’t actually your thing, you changed your major. You answer with a simple, “I don’t know.”
“Oh darling, you have to have at least some type of idea.” amused at the fact that you didn’t know.
“All I know, is that I’d be rich enough to not have to cook for myself.” You said, looking up towards the tops of the high buildings as you walked.
“And why is that?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Oh believe me.” You looked back toward him “You do not, I repeat, do not, want to see me in the kitchen. I’m a mess, I make a mess, I hardly know how to cook, I practically live on sandwiches, salad, takeout, and the occasional frozen dinner, I’m lucky I haven’t died yet. Either from the amount of sodium I consume, or from almost setting my apartment on fire.”
Mettaton’s face seemed to display a bunch of different emotions, amusement, disbelief, pity, and probably disgust. “Oh, honey.”
Yep, he sounded pretty pitiful. All you could do was turn your head forward again, and force a laugh. “Other than not having to cook for myself, I’d probably want a huge bathtub, like, one the size of a jacuzzi. But, that’s it.”
Glancing back over to Mettaton, he was covering his mouth with hand, laughing. “Oh, dear, you sure are something else.”
You weren’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, then, you asked him the first impulse question that came to your head. “Do you know anyone that you just really want to punch in the face?”
Mettaton started laughing even more, his laugh was so … Charming. Wiping an imaginary tear from his left eye as he calmed down, and replied. “Actually, there may be one person.” All traces of laughter gone as he answered “Sans.”
Puzzled, you asked “Sans? The skeleton? Papyrus’ brother? What did he ever do to- Oh no, it’s his fashion sense, isn’t it.” You covered your mouth, gasping.
He chuckled and dismissed you with a wave. “No no, well, yes, he has a very … interesting, approach to clothing choices, but that’s not why I’d like to punch him.” He sighed and said in an almost serious tone. “I do like Sans, but, he knows a secret of mine and I’m afraid he might start telling people, and I’m not very fond about how he practically knows everything about everyone.”
“What’s your secret?” You asked.
He wagged a finger. “Secrets are private, honey.” replying, then putting a finger to his mouth. As his finger rested at his mouth, he started to think. He then looked down at you, leaning a bit toward your face. “I have my next question.”
“Shoot.” You replied.
You saw a playful smirk spread across his lips. “Do you like anyone?”
It took you a second, you looked at him with a blank expression. Trying your hardest not to blush, you waved both your hands quickly and dismissively. “W-What makes you think I have time to meet people, working at a library all day?”
“Maybe someone’s come to you at the library.” he said, shrugging as he stood up straight again.
You looked down at your feet as you walked, trying to think of something better to say. Would it really hurt all that much if you told him a sliver of the truth? You pondered a moment and decided to say, “Actually,” turning your head to him. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t really know if I like someone. It’s been a really long time since I have, so, I still need to work some things out. I’m not really sure if I know what the feelings of ‘like’ feel like anymore, and don’t even get me started on love, even that’s almost completely foreign to me.”
He actually looked a bit surprised, his eye blinking a few times. And you weren’t sure, but, you might have heard the sound of whirring fans coming from inside him.
“What?” You asked, not knowing the reason for his confusion.
“You answered that rather… Eloquently. I wasn’t expecting it.” He replied.
“Oh well …” You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck. “Thanks.” Thinking of another question to change the topic, you looked up to him. “Mettaton, can you sleep?” You asked. “Oh, that’s not my question, I need to know in order to ask my question.”
He chuckled. “I sleep in the sense the you put a computer to sleep. So, I guess so?”