Mettaton approached the house slowly, furrowing his brow as he observed the familiar blue home, curved to symmetrically match the home he once called his own. Technically, it still was still his home, but he just didn't really find use for it anymore. In fact, after making it big with Alphys, he preferred to stay away from that spot altogether. However, he didn't exactly have much of a choice now.
Mettaton steeled himself, readying himself for the inevitable. With a slow hand, he knocked on the door, the rap itself sounding almost unsure of itself. It took a few minutes, but eventually, the door did slowly open to reveal his cousin, looking curiously up at him. Curiosity quickly turned into surprise as Napstablook backed away from the door a slight bit, having obviously not expected this sudden visit. "O-oh," was all he could really muster. "Hey…"
Mettaton gave him a wide smile, before grasping him with a tight hug. "Blooky! It's so good to see you again!" he cheered, soon pulling away. "Once I heard your voice on that phone, I knew I had to come right over, Blooky darling." He stopped a moment to think, looking to the side. "After the Underground was freed, of course. Couldn't miss an occasion such as that!" He looked back down at his cousin. "Well, I'm here now, and we're free." He bent down to his cousin's level. "How about some catching up; sound good?" Napstablook gave a quick blink, before answering with a slow nod. "Sure…" he said softly, going back inside, keeping the door open for Mettaton to cross through.
The ghost went to the center of his room, before going over to the fridge to be a generous host. "Would you like a ghost sandwich?" he asked, looking back at Mettaton, who just gave a sheepish grin. "Er.. I can't eat those anymore, darling," he explained, only to have Napstablook stand there for a couple of seconds before shutting the fridge door with a slight "Oh." He moved back to the center of the room, looking away from Mettaton as he was silent, letting a very uncomfortable awkwardness begin to settle in between the two. Still, the robot refused to let that be the mood.
"So, what have you been doing while I was gone?" he asked, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap. Napstablook blinked and looked over, before turning to his computer. "Listening to music. Making it." Waiting for Mettaton to come home. "Surfing the net. Taking care of the snails." Being alone. "That's about it. His cousin took this time to let out a soft chuckle, playing off an amused expression. "Same Blooky as I've always known, isn't that right?" he grinned. Napsta looked over at him, before turning away. "Yeah… I guess." Mettaton couldn't help but give a small grimace. If his cousin was good at one thing, it was definitely making conversations short and difficult. He had always been this way, really, but never to this extent. He just seemed so despondent now; out of touch with others. He wondered when the last time he had spoken to their other cousins were. Of course, that may not be as helpful as he'd like to think. He would have to bring them over later for a little reunion. "That's good to hear," he responded, keeping the smile on his face. Napsta didn't reply.
Silence reigned for the next few minutes as Metta attempted to think of anything to fill that empty void of a silence. However, to his surprise, it wasn't him who broke the silence next.
"Listen," Napstablook sighed, looking over at his relative slowly. "I… understand." Mettaton blinked and tilted his head, a silent request for elaboration. So the ghost continued on. "I get that… you have better things to do," he murmured, looking towards the computer screen. "I'm sorry about… you know… making that call. Forcing you to come all the way out here when you should be out with Frisk and their friends. You don't have to bother yourself with me anymore. I'm just…" He looked down, struggling to find the right words, "forgettable…" He looked up at Metta. "After all, your dreams can't wait for anyone, can they?"
Mettaton could immediately feel anger well up inside him. Not towards his cousin, though, but instead himself. For a moment, he wished he'd never had this body to begin with.
"Don't you say that!" he exclaimed, catching Blook off guard. He kept going. "You have no reason to apologize! I should be the one apologizing, not you!" His voice slowed, turning to its normal pace. "After all, it was… wrong of me… to just leave you like that." He looked away. "I had gotten so… caught up in the dreams I had been living in that I had stopped caring about the people around me. I grew… neglectful. And fearful of facing you. I just didn't want to see that hurt look on your face… or hear the disappointment in your voice. And after a while, I just… forgot about all of you. I got so obsessed with my own image that I didn't even stop to think of anyone else." He looked back over at his cousin. "Blooky, you don't know how eye-opening it was to hear your voice in the radio. Right now, now that we're free, all the fame and fortune; it doesn't matter. Not right now, and it will never be above you or any of my friends." He seemed to relax after such a confession. "I just want to spend time with you again. Like we used to, remember? I would like that more than anything."
Napstablook was silent for a moment, staring at his relative for a long while, as if processing everything he had just heard. Then, for the first time in ages, he smiled. "Would you… like to lay on the ground and feel like trash with me?" Mettaton blinked in surprise, before his face split into a smile. "I would love that more than anything, Blooky."
And with that, the two sprawled onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling. They knew things would turn out alright for them.