Mad Dummy rarely came to MTT Resort for two reasons: one, his hatred of people and crowds, and two, it was Mettaton—his complete opposite when it came to reputations. It was quite embarrassing to have a cousin that was rich, famous, and loved by everyone, whereas everyone either avoided you or sent you nasty glares wherever you went.

Mettaton wasn't going to let Mad Dummy avoid him any longer, however. After a whole lot of arguing, a lot of smacking, and a lot of crying (mostly from Napstablook), Mad Dummy finally listened to Mettaton. He decided he would head over to MTT Resort later that day, with the only exception that he was accompanied by Napstablook.

"Thank you, Mad…Mettaton will really appreciate this…" Napstablook smiled a little as he and his cousin made their way across the street.

"Yeah, well, I guess it won't kill me," Mad Dummy seethed. The only reason he finally gave in was for Napstablook, after all. When it came to upsetting Mettaton, Mad Dummy knew the robot could easily brush it off the next day, but when it came to upsetting Napstablook, Mad Dummy would never forgive himself.

Once the two showed up at MTT Resort, Napstablook began to head to the room where Mettaton was preforming.

"Hey, do you want something to eat while we're here?" Mad Dummy asked, pointing his head towards the MTT-Brand Burger Emporium straight ahead.

"Oh…I might just get something to drink from the other room…you go ahead…" Napstablook told him before he flew away.

Mad Dummy shrugged and hopped forward, taking a look at the sign set out in front of the burger shop. His mind began to wander, but just before he could forget about his earlier frustration, a faint voice caught his attention.

"…Ya kiddin' me? My shift ended ages ago. But does he care? Pfft."

The dummy raised a brow in curiosity, inching forward to get a glimpse of the worker. His back was facing him, and he seemed to be on the phone.

"Seriously!? Grateful!? I could get more money cleaning up some junkyard than working for some pretentious, twisted ol' rectangle!"

Mad Dummy flinched. Wait…was this guy talking about Mettaton?

"…Did I even tell you what he did to me the other day? He freakin' spritzed me with some spray bottle to 'keep me in line'. And the songs. Gosh, don't even get me started with the songs! He's a sadist, Nicey! A SADIST!"

"AHEM."

When hearing Mad Dummy loudly clear his throat, Burgerpants whipped his head around. The cat-monster sighed and rolled his eyes. "Got a customer, Nicey. Catch ya later." With a grumble, he put his phone away and folded his hands across the counter, plastering on the biggest, fakest smile he could muster. "Welcome to MTT-Brand Burger Emporium, home of the Glamburger! Sparkle up your day™!"

At this point, Mad Dummy lost his appetite (or rather, he forgot about it in the first place). "Excuse me," he, too, forced a smile through gritted teeth, "but who were you talking about on the phone?"

"Ha ha. Sorry. Can't talk to customers who haven't bought anything," Burgerpants answered hollowly, still wearing that phony smile of his.

Mad Dummy was fuming. "One Starfait," he hissed, retaining his false grin as well. Two can play at this game.

Burgerpants turned around to get his order, moving in a very monotonous manner, almost like a machine. Within a minute or two, he set the Starfait on the counter. "That's 60 G."

Mad Dummy handed him the gold. "Now, who were you talking about?" he muttered, all patience beginning to vanish.

Burgerpants seemed too lost in thought to hear him as he took the gold. "Hm?"

SPLAT!

The Starfait was launched straight into his face. Burgerpants tripped and fell backwards before crashing into the wall behind him. Once recovering from the shock, the teenager shakily rose to his feet and tried to wipe the contents off his face as best he could. "Alright, little weirdo…what gives!?" he growled.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, BUB!" Mad Dummy roared as he leapt onto the counter.

Burgerpants was so startled he fell over again. "Yeesh! I was just talkin' about my boss—"

"THEN YOU LISTEN HERE, BOZO—THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON WHO CAN TALK CRAP ABOUT MY COUSIN, AND THAT'S ME! Y'HEAR ME!?" The furious dummy hollered.

"W-Wait—Mettaton's your cousin?" Burgerpants looked absolutely horrified. He already knew about Napstablook, but it seemed his boss failed to mention his other cousin.

"WHAT ARE YOU, DEAF!?" Mad Dummy towered over him with his knife.

"H-Hey, hey…can't we work somethin' out, little weirdo?" Burgerpants tried to reason with him, but Mad Dummy wasn't having any of it.

"HOW ABOUT YOU KEEP THAT TRAP OF YOURS SHUT BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU, YOU LOW-LIFE—!"

"…M-Mad!?"

Mad Dummy whirled around, catching sight of Napstablook, who was behind the counter and ogling them in terror. "Napstablook!" He instantly hid his knife. "I was just—I—um…" He looked down and realized he was still on the counter, so he hopped down and cleared his throat. "I was just…ordering a Starfait…"

"I-I was just wondering what was taking you so long…" Napstablook slowly flew back a little. "S-Sorry…I should've just waited like I said I would…"

"N-NO! No! It's fine!" Burgerpants nearly screamed, knowing that he'd most likely get killed by Mad Dummy if Napstablook left.

Mad Dummy shot him a deadly glare before he faced Napstablook. "Y'know…it turns out I wasn't as hungry as I thought I was. Did you find us a seat?"

"Y-yeah…" Napstablook timidly nodded as they both left the burger shop.

Burgerpants was still flat on the floor, cringing at the yogurt that still dripped from his face. He attempted to bend forward, but gave up and let his head hit the floor as he moaned, "Ohh why me…?"


I actually hinted towards this moment in my story "Pastry Pandemonium", so I decided to actually write out what happened. XD

And yes, Burgerpants was talking to the Nice Cream Guy on the phone :3