“Well, it was really great talking with you Mettaton, but I have to go. I have to make my way home.” The shocked look on his face pained you. It was obvious that he was lonely and you were the only kind person he has ever met, but you had to go home.
It took him a while to speak; the atmosphere in the room had changed from something friendly to something a bit more sinister, you couldn’t quite put a name to it, but it definitely didn’t feel right.
“I can’t let you go, darling.” The desperation in his eyes was replaced by something a bit darker; you weren’t quite sure what it was, maybe possessiveness? A shiver ran up your spine, this wasn’t the Mettaton that you spent hours getting to know.
Before you knew what had happened, he was on top of you, straddling your body, a set of arms pinning you down by your wrists, the other set of arms holding your waist and keeping you still. Your breathing quickened and your heart was pounding out of your chest, he was scaring you.
“Metta. . .”