One silent, calming afternoon, Napstablook was lying on the ground, feeling like garbage, as usual. Even though the ghost didn't quite have a reason to feel so down ever since monsters returned to the surface, it was very relaxing nonetheless. Nothing would stop him from continuing his family tradition, of course—

SLAM!

An incredibly loud noise echoed throughout the household, but Napstablook barely even flinched. He already knew who was home.

"Blooky, darling! I have fabulous news!" Mettaton darted towards his cousin with a dazzling grin.

"What is it?"

"Frisk has invited you over for a sleepover tonight! Isn't that wonderful?"

Napstablook opened his eyes and peered up at Mettaton from his spot on the floor, eyes widening. "Sleepover?" he repeated.

Mettaton took him and nearly threw him in the air. "Yes, a sleepover! I ran into Toriel at the grocery store, and she was talking about how Frisk has been wanting to see you again to hang out, then she suggested a sleepover tonight would be nice! The idea was just so thoughtful, I couldn't turn it down!"

Napstablook blinked as he slowly floated back down. "Sleepover?" he repeated.

Mettaton's smile disappeared, hoping his cousin would be a bit more enthusiastic. "Yes! Doesn't that sound...nice? I mean, I would join you, but you know I have to perform tonight..." His voice began to trail off, not wanting to see Napstablook be so down.

Napstablook seemed to be concentrating hard on something. "What is a...'sleepover'...?"

Mettaton gasped loudly, emphasizing it by smacking his hands onto both cheeks. "Darling! You don't know what a sleepover is!?" He picked up the ghost. "A sleepover is where someone spends the night at another's house! You can do all sorts of things! Play games, watch movies, watch moi on TV...anything! Doesn't that sound marvelous?"

Napstablook slowly phased out of Mettaton's hands and turned red, slightly embarrassed. "I suppose...but..." He stared at the ground. "Why do they want to invite...me...? I'm...not that fun to be around...I'll probably just bore them...they can always find someone more interesting to hang out with..."

Mettaton frowned. "Blooky, I've told you time and time again...you are Frisk's friend! Frisk cares about you and loves who you are, no matter how you may feel about yourself!" The bot embraced Napstablook. "We all love you, Blooky. I could never ask for a greater cousin."

Tears dropped down Napstablook's face. "Th...thanks, Mettaton..."

"Oh, don't thank me, darling—it's the truth!" Mettaton smiled brightly as he let go. "Now, you should get ready for that sleepover! I'm sure Frisk is very excited."

"Okay, Mettaton..." Napstablook nodded with a small smile.

"Mettaton...?"

"Yes, Blooky?"

"I...know my way to Frisk's house..."

"Oh, I know, darling!"

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"Oh...I'm...just wondering why you're...carrying me there..."

Just as the ghost stated, Mettaton was happily strolling down the sidewalk, carrying him under one arm. "I want to be 100% sure you will get there safely!"

"Umm...I'm a ghost, so...I don't think anyone could hurt me—"

"Ah, we're here!" Mettaton exclaimed, approaching Frisk's house. Still keeping Napstablook tucked under his arm, he proudly stepped up and knocked on the door.

Within seconds, the door opened and there stood Papyrus. "OH! HELLO, METTATON! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?"

"Hello, Papyrus." Mettaton grinned, setting down Napstablook. "Bl—er, Napstablook was invited over for a sleepover!"

"OH, YES! WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM TO ARRIVE!" Papyrus happily bounced up and down. "COME, LITTLE GHOST! A NIGHT OF PUZZLES, SPAGHETTI, MOVIES, AND OTHER GLORIOUS DELIGHTS AWAITS US!" He snatched up Napstablook and sprinted inside to go tell Frisk.

"Bye Mettaton..." Napstablook called to his cousin before he disappeared from sight.

Mettaton chuckled and shook his head. "Goodbye, Blooky."

"HUMAN! OUR GHOST FRIEND HAS ARRIVED!" Papyrus declared as he ran into Frisk's room with Napstablook.

Frisk was sitting on the floor, doodling with some paper and crayons. They looked up and smiled once they saw Napstablook. "Hi, Napstablook!"

"Hi..." Napstablook shyly waved.

"Look!" Frisk picked up one of papers they were doodling on, showing him a drawing they had made. "I made it for you."

Napstablook took the paper and stared at it in awe. It was a drawing of both him and Frisk. He was wearing headphones, music notes surrounded them, and he had the most adorable smile on his face. Tears flowed from Napstablook's eyes before he could stop them.

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING? PLEASE DO NOT CRY, LITTLE GHOST! I WILL COMFORT YOU!" Papyrus hugged Napstablook.

"It...it's just...really nice..." Napstablook's muffled voice answered. "I...I just don't get...gifts often..."

Papyrus let go of him. "HOW COULD SOMEONE AS KIND AS YOU NEVER RECEIVE GIFTS?" He questioned in shock. "WORRY NOT, GHOST FRIEND! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL PROVIDE MANY GIFTS FOR YOU DURING YOUR TIME HERE! NYEH HEH HEH!" With that, he bolted out of the room to start doing so.

Frisk stared at the skeleton as he left and giggled quietly. "I'm glad you like it."

"Thank you..." Napstablook smiled and carefully folded the piece of paper into his bag.

"It's no problem. I like to draw." Frisk placed the papers and crayons back on their desk and turned to him. "So, anything in particular you wanna do? We could watch a movie, play a board game, or..." They suddenly lit up. "Oh! Did you bring any of your CDs?"

Napstablook nodded, taking a few out of his bag.

"Perfect! I was thinking sometime we could maybe relax and listen to them if we have time. If that's okay?"

"I'd like that..." Napstablook smiled.

"Great!" Frisk headed towards the door. "Come on; let's go see what my mom is making for dinner!"

Napstablook silently followed them down the hallway, where they were both soon stopped by Papyrus.

"GHOST FRIEND! I HAVE SUPPLIED A GIFT FOR YOU!" The tall skeleton held his box in his hands as he bounded towards them. "HERE YOU GO." He handed the box to Napstablook, who reluctantly took it.

"Oh...thank you..." Napstablook slowly opened it and wrinkled his nonexistent nose. "Umm...is this...?"

"SPAGHETTI! COOKED BY ME, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS!" Papyrus announced joyfully.

Napstablook stared down at the spaghetti, then glanced Frisk's way. He knew Papyrus's reputation when it came to cooking. (Help...)

Frisk opened their mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Papyrus. "I SEE YOU ARE TOO STUNNED FOR WORDS, LITTLE GHOST! DOES THIS PRESENT LEAVE YOU OVERJOYED?"

Not wanting to shatter the skeleton's happiness, Napstablook nodded quickly. "It's...really nice..."

"I AM GLAD!" Papyrus tightly hugged Napstablook again, before letting go and running off once more. "BUT THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF MY MAGNIFICENT ASSORTMENT OF GIFTS! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Frisk tried not to laugh as he left, and Napstablook quietly chuckled as he followed them, no longer having a reason to feel so nervous. Mettaton was right—he sure was going to have lots of fun here tonight.