Mettaton entered the house right beside his own, seeing the owner standing, or rather floating with back to him.

-Hey Blooky.-

He said, smiling slightly. His voice sounded… Guilty. Napstablook turned around and their headphones fell off, surprised countenance replaced the sad one for some time.

-Oh… Hi Metta…-

They answered solemnly. The sad expression was mixed with glad one. Mettaton came further into the house. Napstablook flew over to the fridge, trying to be a good host to their cousin, taking a ghost sandwich out and reaching it to Mettaton. The robot attempted to take it, but the sandwich just passed his white hand. Mettaton raised both eyebrows with stupid smile, it took him a second to remember that he became corporeal. The moment was very awkward until Napstablook remembered of finally closing the fridge.

-So, Blooky… How is the snail farm business going?-

Mettaton immediately bit his tongue. Damn, he sees his cousin first time in such a long time and that's his first question? He literally felt stupid now.

-Uhm… Fine, I suppose…-

Napstablook paused shortly, floating away to pick up their headphones.

-I… Really love watching your premiers… News every evening… I joined your fanclub.-

They continued. Mettaton felt touched somewhere in the soul.

-What do you do, in meanwhile? Beside the snail farm?-

-I like coming to the Ruins, sometimes… Or lying on the floor, doing nothing…-

Napstablook didn't add "feeling like trash" near Mettaton. If theywould, they'd have to confess that it's because of depression caused by theironly left cousin's absence. And by the fact that they are the only incorporeal in their family. Mettaton was looking at the floor.

-Hey Blooky, would you… Like to help me picking music for my show?-

He asked awkwardly. Gosh, he wanted to say so much things… But he feared to make it even more awkward.

-Uh… Sure?-

Flying over to his computer, Napstablook put their headphones near the keyboard.

-Metta… Am I lame?-

Mettaton nearly fell backwards. Instead, he stepped back and got one hand close to his mouth.

-No, Blooky, no! Why would you even…-

And then it hit him. Napstablook's sadness, depressing music, habit to the lie on the ground and do nothing… They were depressed because they were the only one incorporeal left… And so they were left behind. The only ghost with no body.

-Ow… Blooky, don't feel bad. If… If you want to stay incorporeal… Nobody judges you! Uh… If you feel so uncomfortable about this… Do you want to be my DJ on tour?-

-Gnn… Thank you, Metta, but your fans won't like seeing a grim ghost on stage during your performance… I will just ruin everything.-

It seemed that Napstablook was in a mood to fall on the floor and do nothing, as usual. Mettaton was biting his lower lip. After a minute of awkward silence, Mettaton eventually cleaned his throat.

-Well, Blooky… Guess I will see you later.-

-Good luck on your tour.-

Mettaton left the house slowly, thinking. He must get his cousin out of this, out of this depression. It was his fault, entirely his fault. If he only didn't leave… If he only didn't break his oath…

Suddenly he got an idea and rushed over Waterfall to Hotland. From the sudden rush of enthusiasm, he forgot that he is able to transform into his box-like form and fly, or that there's a river with the river person who served as taxi who could take him to Hotland in a minute, so he just ran on his long legs, nearly breaking the heels of his pink boots. Coming to Hotland, he barely managed to stop an inch before overrunning the metallic door of the lab. One more step and he would ram his face into it.

Knocking with both his fists impatiently, he shouted:

-Alphys! ALPHYS!-

And so until the royal scientist opened. As she did, he leaped into the lab.

-Mettaton? What happened to you?-

Alphys looked at Mettaton's feet, one hand on her mouth, eyes widened a bit in surprise. Mettaton fell from foot to foot, eventually understanding that his heels were indeed broken and he stood on flat. But it didn't matter now.

-Alphys, darling, I have a favor to ask you.-

He exhaled. And he only now understood that, as it seems, he will never get rid of the habit to call people who are not his viewers "darling" because of saying it so much on screen. Alphys looked quite surprised at him.

-Uh… Um… Sure, Mettaton… What is it?-

-Alphys, can you build another robot?-