So, I said 1st May I'd start uploading these. I forgot...
It's now the 9th May and, I apologise for that. Um, university stress is upon me so I will be doing my best but, academics come first unfortunately.
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Enjoy the second prompt! :D
"… Blooky, did you use to live on a snail farm too? I… I just figured I'd ask…"
The blue and pink robots had been quietly enjoying the outside; Mettaton reading and Napstabot seemingly focused as one hand held one side of his headphones to his audial while the other spun a disc on his portable station. He performed the comical record scratch at the pink robot's question.
"Mn, yeah… Why's that?"
"Do you ever wish you could go back?" Mettaton continued after a beat of silence – he knew how he was about the memory. Because the other was technically him from another timeline, did he feel the same way too?
Napstabot said nothing for the longest time. Happstablook had been devastated when they learned he was leaving, but the pale-pink ghost had also been really happy for their cousin, encouraging he follow his dreams. The blue robot realised now just how caught up in fame he had become after leaving their small property in Waterfall, and while in thought glanced up at Mettaton, who held a look of confusion over his silence. Without even having to ask, he realised he might have fallen to the same fate.
"… Sometimes. Now that we're on the surface I, keep in touch with Happy quite a bit but… it ain't the same as actually being there, ya know?" he finally responded, twirling the disc around once more in its place. "I was just, so sure Haps wanted me to go… seein' as I talked about it so much…"
"Blooky and I too…" Mettaton then spoke up, nodding his head in agreement as he set the book aside. "The fame… just caught up with me so quickly, I wasn't, aware how horrible I had been to the poor darling about getting this new body…"
"Getcha completely," Napstabot agreed as he ran a hand down his face. "Dang, now I actually feel really bad about it… Ya think they're doing okay?"
"Happy and Blooky? Oh I'm sure, darling; they have the help of one another now, just as we do. They probably have the best Thundersnail races!"
"Heh, yeah…" the blue robot mused, expression distant as he removed the cap from his head and hooked his thumbs underneath the rim. Thundersnail memories… Happstablook was always the best at it; Napstabot himself seemed to encourage his snail too far to the point the poor thing would end up running the race backwards. The memories hurt his SOUL; he missed it. He missed his cousin. He hadn't realised it was tears he shed until they burned at his cheeks, a gloved hand helping to brush them away. Dear sweet Mettaton…
"Sorry darling… I didn't know you missed them that much," the pink robot apologised, brushing away acid tears with a fragile smile. Napstabot didn't have to know him to figure out what that look meant… "I miss them too…"
"They have each other, like you said," the blue robot said quickly, taking Mettaton's hand in his own and getting up while helping the other to his feet. He quickly replaced his cap atop his head and cast a glance out to the area where they'd resigned. "We can't be there for them, but they can. And… one day we'll visit again… hopefully… maybe…"
Without messing up the timelines… again…
Papyrus was still mad about that, and he figured the other Sans would be too. Well, it had already happened and wasn't something they could fix, especially not with both Napstablook and Napstabot being in their opposite timelines. They were stuck that way for now.
"… Want to go lie on the ground and feel like trash to get your mind off it?" Mettaton suggested hopefully. "It's a-…"
"Family tradition," Napstabot finished at the same time, shooting the pink robot a light-hearted grin. "Sure. I'd love to."