Chapter Three: Homecoming
Ten Days Later
The doorbell rang. Frisk answered the door, opened it, and was immediately knocked over with a boom mic. It was Mettaton and Napstablook, and since Mettaton insisted on filming his entire fabulous life, Blooky had to carry a mic and camera around. And everyone drops things sometimes. Mettaton laid his face in his hands and sighed. "Blook, what was that? Now we have to knock again." Napstablook turned away in shame. Mettaton laughed. "Lighten up, I was joking. We can film it later and edit it in." Napstablook seemed slightly less upset. Frisk let them in, and the household gathered in a living room. Mettaton skipped the normal 'Hi, how is everyone?' questions and went straight to the embarrassing ones. "So, Frisk darling. Meet any boys while I was gone?" Toriel was immediately red-faced. An idea formed in Frisk's mind, and she couldn't resist. "Yeah, I've mett-a-ton." "OH MY GOD SANS YOU RUINED HER!" Papyrus threw himself over the coffee table and into the kitchen, screaming. Frisk giggled, and Mettaton suddenly understood the joke. "I'm under copyright, so I should make you pay royalties, dear. It was pretty good though." Mettaton was preparing a counterattack. "As long as you don't get too Frisk-y, you'll be fine. Ha." Frisk gasped scandalously. "God, Mettaton, I'm only 13. Just...don't." Everyone laughed, with a scream from the kitchen, and finally they all settled back around the house. After a while, Frisk found Napstablook in the dining room, his laptop set up on the table, editing one of his new remix albums. "...oh...hi, frisk...i hope i wasn't bothering you...i normally have my room for this..." he said. Frisk sighed. Why was he always so sad? She couldn't think of any reasons. She thought for a second, then dismissed it. Whatever bothered him, it wouldn't for much longer. "Blook, I wanna show you something. Follow me," she called. Napstablook sighed in agreement, got up, and floated after her. She led him through the halls until she found Alphys. They whispered between themselves for a moment, while Napstablook looked on in silence. He wondered what all the fuss was about, and what he had done. He sighed internally. Then, to no surprise, he sighed internally again. Finally, he finished off with a rousing session of internal sighing. Finally, the two girls finished talking, and motioned for Napstablook to follow again. They led him to a set of stairs to the basement, and the three walked/levitated to the bottom. Napstablook realized they must be on Alphys' lab. He had been in the one in Hotland, back in the Underground, but not this one. It had all of the old equipment from the Hotland lab, except one new thing. On a workbench, under a tarp, was something big. He was getting worried. Was he in trouble? Did he break that...thing? He hoped not. Alphys and Frisk walked over to the table, and turned to him. "So," said Frisk, "we got you something. Made it, actually, or at least Alphys did." Napstablook was surprised. Mettaton and Frisk had given him things before, but nothing that big. Alphys took him over to the table. She grabbed the corner of the tarp, and pulled it off in a motion of her arm.