Mettaton X Reader

~9~

Before she'd even realized it, the stage went dark, as did the surrounding lights in the arena.

She rushed out, stumbling slightly over a few cords, and some confetti from the opening act. Luckily, she didn't fall, and managed to make her way to the microphone that had been set out for her without too much trouble.

The music started before the lights went on.

(Y/N) tried to remember if that was planned.

"Coma baby,

With your sick head

The doctors saved you

But you're still dead

And through your scalp

I would like to reach in

So I could pull out

The monster you've been."


Even after all those years, her cousins lyrics were still unfamiliar to her. The words felt so foreign and strange, when they were together like that. This was the only song she'd ever sung for a concert that she had not taken part in writing. 

And yet, she felt like she owned this song much more than she owned any of the ones that were truly hers. Perhaps it was because her dear cousin Aliyah had wrote it for her, while she was in the hospital after the accident. It was the one thing that had made her feel real again. Like she existed. It was not a good feeling though, it was not pure and happy. It was cold. But, it was genuine, and honest, and still, at least a little loving.

"And you would do anything to
Destroy the body that they rescued
Your sick little head
So brain damaged
And lying in that hospital bed."

She remembered those few months quite well. She remembered waking up for the first time, hardly knowing what her name was. She opened her eyes and it hit her. Hard. She didn't remember all of it, which was probably a good thing, but she remembered enough. (Y/N) cried. For hours. She begged the nurses for her parents, for her mom and dad, for someone, anyone she knew. But nobody came. 

Three days later, the doctors broke the news to her. 

Both of her parents were dead.

That was the day the night terrors started. 

That was also the day that (Y/N) decided that she no longer wanted to be alive.

She'd made countless attempts to end her life in the next two weeks. So many, that she ended up having to be put on constant watch by at least one nurse. She was even forced into counseling, while she recovered from her awful injuries.

"Coma baby
The cry of your bones
And your skull when it
Split on the road
I wish I'd find all
The lonely remnants
From your head
When it cracked open."

The third week was when her cousin/best friend of all time had come to see her. But she did not see (Y/N). She saw the dead husk of the person (Y/N) had wanted to be. Ali came every day, and saw just how hurt her dear cousin was. So, in an attempt to ease her pain, she wrote a song for her. (Y/N) had always dreamed of being a singer -a dream that her parents (her mother being a poet, and her father a musician) had highly approved of- so Ali hoped that music, in whatever form could comfort her, at least a little.

"And you would do anything to
Destroy the body that they rescued
Your sick little head
So brain damaged
And lying in that hospital bed

Lately I can't recognize you
The doctors lied when
They said they saved you
You're just the shell of
The girl that you've been
And you're dying, I can feel it."

Ali couldn't feel the life radiating off of (Y/N) the way it used to. For a very long time after the crash, she had surrounded herself with nothing but death. She was getting better, physically at least, but her mental health had deteriorated into dust. Although, after two months of hearing nothing but pitying nurses whispering to each other and the eternal beeping of a heart monitor, hearing something musical was a nice change of pace.

And that was when she had finally begun to, ever so slightly, change and become herself again. But it was evident to all of those who knew her before the accident, that she had changed quite a lot. Her mother was a poet, and her father was a musician. They both struggled to make their dreams a reality.

"Thank you everyone!" The roar of the crowd was amazing. "Hey, did you guys know that that song was actually written by my cousin? Yeah pretty cool, isn't it." (Y/N) could feel the desperate need to be in the spotlight again every time she thought of her family. It had become so distracting, that soon she couldn't even think of uncles, aunts, grandparents, or anyone she was related to without feeling the magnetic pull, the overwhelming and obsessive drive to stardom. So eventually, she stopped referring to those she was related to as family. Her best friend and cousin, was now just her best friend.

"So, how many of you guys are excited for the new album, how about that everybody?" The audience members dull roar had quickly moved up to a high shriek. (Y/N) laughed, happily.

This was what she wanted.

She wanted to be number one.

The thought of being so close to her goal...

Filled her with DETERMINATION.

AN: ah, I just remembered to put in the authors note lol. no outfit for this chapter because i'm a lazy fuckass. Lol, ya'll keep sayin the reader's some taylor swift bitch, but ya'll weren't expecting DEATH AND SHIT. I might make a playlist of songs that I'd expect to hear from the reader, judging by her music style/what I imagined her voice to be. maybe. probably not. l8r nerds

-gaylord

(p.s. gaylord does not own Coma Baby by Nicole Dollaganger)