I was only nine years old. I loved Mettaton so much, I had all the merchandise and shows. I'd pray to Mettaton every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Mettaton is love", I would say, "Mettaton is life". My dad hears me and calls me a f*ggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Mettaton. I called him a c**t. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Mettaton. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "I'll make your last living moments... ABSOLUTELY beautiful!". He grabs me with his powerful robot hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Mettaton. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Mettaton. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Mettaton. He says a mighty "Oh my...", as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in. Mettaton looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Thank you, darling... You've been a great audience!". Mettaton leaves through my window. Mettaton is love. Mettaton is life.
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