Veintinueve: Perfectly Imperfect!

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by MerninjaMarshmallow

by MerninjaMarshmallow

July 11th, 1:58 AM

May woke up to a faint smokey smell. She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, mad at herself for forgetting. She slipped on some oven mitts and opened the oven, coughing out all the smoke. The source? A pink velvet cake she made in an attempt to apologize to Mettaton. Throwing it away came into mind, but May hated wasting food, so she covered it up and left a little note on the fridge for Mettaton to read in the morning.

6:24 AM

Mettaton walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for when sleepy little May woke up hungry. He reached for the fridge to find a note. "So...I was trying to make you something as an apology but...I ended up burning it so...feel free to help yourself to the burnt velvet cake in the fridge," Opening the fridge, Mettaton found something covered in saran wrap. Must've been the burnt velvet cake the note was about. Cutting out a slice, it was pretty obvious that it was overdone. Nonetheless, it still smelled amazing. Possibly even better than other cakes. Mettaton brought the slice with him to the living room, assuming he would need to distract himself in order to get through the burntness. Shockingly, it didn't take long for Mettaton to realize that this was by far the best cake he had ever eaten!

6:32 AM

May walked into the kitchen to see Mettaton with his face in the fridge. "Uhhh what are you doing? Trying to cool off cause you're sooooo ho-" May was caught off my Mettaton jumping back, his face covered in...her cake?! Mettaton put his hands in the air as if to say 'I'm guilty' "May! You need to stop me! I've eaten so much weight. If these abs weren't made of metal they would be made of cake by now!" He found her furrowing her eyebrows in utter confusion. "I completely burnt that cake! How the f**k do you not despise it?????!!!" Mettaton looked at her, matching her confused look "I DONT KNOW! But it's amazing...I'm going back for more!" May had to use all her strength to prevent Mettaton from launching himself headfirst into the fridge. "Let me guess, you're used to burnt food because you used to live on top of lava," Mettaton nodded. "Great, so I don't even need to keep an eye on whatever I'm cooking, not like I plan on ever going into the kitchen again anyway...except to clean it,"

6:37 AM

In the 5 minutes May spent cleaning the kitchen, she had managed to thoroughly wipe everything down at least 3 times. Before she could wipe everything down yet another time, she felt something on her shoulders. "May..." she turned her head around. "Yes?" "Look around. Does this look like a mess?" Mettaton asked. "Well...it's not clean," May responded hesitantly. "So are you saying you're not good at cleaning something?" Mettaton punctuated his comment with a sly smirk. May looked at him, personally offended. "No! You know how hard I try to make sure I wipe down every inch until it's sparkling!" Mettaton had her right where he wanted her. "Well if you're so good at cleaning, once would be enough, correct?" May started to argue, but Mettaton continued "So with your logic, needed to clean an area more than once, are you saying that...you are not good at cleaning?" "What? No! I'm trying to get this place to look perfect, so there shouldn't be any dirt!" There was that word again. Mettaton hated it! All it did was make people pressure themselves, then get mad when they don't meet those unrealistic expectations. "Okay, I want to make one thing clear: I never wanna hear you use that word again." May took a step back at the harsh tone of his voice. Even during all the lectures and times where Mettaton was upset with her, he never sounded this...angry. "This need for things to be perfect is the root of all of your problems! I have tried to help you with one problem at a time, but it's clear to me now that it is all about this desire for things to be perfect." May was paralyzed. She had always thought of 'perfect' as the utmost standard of daily life, but Mettaton was using it as if it was a curse word. "I'm not putting up with this 'perfect' s**t anymore! If anything lower doesn't satisfy you, nothing will, because if you define 'perfect' as 'without flaws', it doesn't exist! I know you think I'm flawless, but look! You just caught me in the act of gorging on not just cake, but burnt cake. Do you still think I'm some 'Mr. Perfect'?!" May nodded furiously. Mettaton smacked his palm against his forehead with enough force to make a loud bang. May was a little surprised there wasn't a huge dent left when he removed his palm. What was even more surprising was the smile on his face. "So...you're saying that even seeing my flaws, I'm perfect to you?" Without thinking, May shouted "Yes! No, wait-" Mettaton stuck his finger in her face in the classic 'I caught you red-handed' stance. "Ah-ha! I think this cake is perfect, because it was burnt and flawed, so using your logic, and your feelings about me. Things are only perfect because of the quirks and flaws that others love about them," May was again struck dumb. It was as if her mind was buffering. May opened her mouth to argue, but nothing would come out. With a much too happy grin on his face, he closed her mouth gently, patted her head and left the kitchen with a parting remark. "Come find me for cuddles when you're done processing,"