Once everyone was notified about Frisk wanting to stay inside, the extended family took their leave. Asgore walked home and Alphys offered a ride to Mettaton and Napstablook. The two accepted, but they couldn't leave on the spot because Undyne ran inside to get something. She reappeared not too long after that and gave Napsta a beautifully wrapped present before sending him off with Alphys and then going home herself.

Papyrus, Toriel, and Asriel went home with Sans and Frisk to continue their play. This time, instead of ruling a kingdom, Papyrus decided to show Asriel his collection of games that he had acquired, and the two were deciding on which ones to play. Frisk asked Sans for a second opinion, but he was back to his spot on the couch and was snoring softly. Frisk also noticed that the knife they had dropped was no longer on the ground, and they assumed that Sans had put it in the sink like the clever skeleton that he was.

"Frisk, why is your hand covered in tiny cuts?" Papyrus asked, gently taking hold of Frisk's hand.

Frisk made up a lie on the spot and told him that they fell. It was obvious that they had been cutting themself because of the angle and precision of the cuts, but they hoped Papyrus wouldn't notice.

"Hmm... I shall return with bandages. Stay here." Papyrus stood up and went to the upstairs bathroom, leaving Frisk with their brother.

Asriel tapped Frisk on the shoulder to get their attention. "Are you sure you're fine?" he asked.

Frisk nodded and forced a soft smile. They felt fine, but deep down, the child was scared. Chara was able to take over and was clearly capable of killing again. They didn't want to hurt anyone, and the worst part about the whole situation was the fact that Frisk was able to experience everything Chara did. Frisk could feel Chara's excitement at the thought of ending Sans' life. Frisk winced when Chara dug the knife into their fingers, but at the same time, it felt good. Perhaps the most frightening part of it was the fact that Frisk couldn't do anything to stop them.

"I have returned with the Box of Healing!" Papyrus stated as he sat next to Frisk and pulled out a tiny first-aid kit. Carefully, he opened it and took out five tiny bandages and placed them on each of Frisk's fingers on their left hand. "There. That should keep the red stuff from leaking out. Eh... you need the stuff to be inside, right?"

Frisk nodded and Papyrus patted them on the head.

"Then the great Papyrus has done his job! Now, what game shall we play?"

While Asriel was rummaging through the stack of games Papyrus had presented him with, Toriel walked into the living room and asked everyone in the room if they had poured anything into the sink. This made Frisk's heart drop. How could they possibly explain to Toriel that they were possessed by her dead child and decided to hurt themself to test the sharpness of a knife? Surely, they would be thought of as insane by everyone but Sans.

"Yeah, I spilled some stuff," Sans claimed. "Guess I shoulda cleaned it up, huh?"

Toriel giggled. "Yes, you should have. It would give this old lady one less thing to worry about."

"Welp. I've got no choice then, do I?" Sans left his spot on the couch and yawned drowsily. "The quicker I do it, the faster I can get back to work."

"You're not even AT work!" Papyrus pointed out.

"There is a simple explanation for that, my friend- I'm on break."

Out of the blue, Papyrus' phone began to ring. He quickly answered it and then sported one of the most confused looks on his face. Mettaton was on the other line, but he didn't sound quite like himself. His speech was slurred and he stuttered and hiccuped occasionally. He also seemed to have found something quite funny, as he kept giggling like a little girl.

"Could you say that again? I think there may be something wrong with my phone. You don't sound like you!"

"Oh, of course, darling~! You see-hic-my d-dearest Blooky just received a looovely gift from Undyne, and t-to celebrate, I-hic-decided to try a very delicious variety of human drinks I had stored aw-away." Mettaton could be heard holding back laughter as he stumbled through the house.

"That's wonderful, but... why did you call? Did you perhaps accidentally call the great Papyrus because my name is so high on your contacts list?"

Mettaton let out a burst of laughter that sounded incredibly genuine, despite how exaggerated it seemed. "No, silly! I want you t-to come over and-hic-drink with me."

"Hmm... as much as I would love to spend some quality time with a friend, I will have to decline. You see, the great Papyrus is incredibly powerful, and I fear that if I were under the influence of such drinks, I would hurt someone. So, I must refuse your generous offer and I hope that our friendship does not falter."

"Awww, are you sure? It's no fun to dr-drink alone and Blooky is in his room."

"I'm sure. And as a friend, I would like to give you some advice: Please go and lay down. I'm... not entirely sure how this works for robots, but when my brother drinks, a good nap always fixes him right up!"

"Will do, swee-hic-sweetheart. Toodles~!"

With that, Mettaton hung up and gazed off to the living room from the kitchen. His room was off to the side of the living room and wasn't very far away at all. Although, in his condition, getting there seemed nearly impossible. To Mettaton, gravity was working against him and the room was constantly spinning and shifting. It was hard enough to stand without having to lean on the kitchen counter, and they didn't want to risk falling and getting hurt on their way to bed. So, instead of risking anything at all, they called their roommate for help.

Napstablook meekly wandered into the kitchen and carefully placed one of his cousin's arms over his shoulder to give him support and cautiously made their way through the kitchen. It wasn't particularly difficult to keep Mettaton from falling over, but Napstablook just felt downright uncomfortable around him while he was in such a state. He could remember Mettaton getting slightly tipsy once and then proceeding to flirt with Napstablook for quite a while.

At last, the two made it to Mettaton's pink, sparkly room that was covered in posters or various boy bands. Literally everything in the room was pink, including the walls and bed. Napstablook didn't have anything against the colour, but such a large amount of any hue would be off-putting.

As carefully as he could, Napstablook rested Mettaton on his bed and plugged him into the wall for him to charge for the night. He hadn't been charged for a while, and having alcohol in his system only drained his battery further.

"Thank you s-so much for taking ca-hic-care of me, Blooky," Mettaton said. "Oh, whaddidya do with the stuff Undyne gave you, hun?"

"Oh... it's in my room. I didn't want to ruin any of it." Napstablook gazed down at his best friend with eyes full of worry. Mettaton's eyes looked hazy and his face was burning a bright red and only got worse the longer he stared. "Are you... alright?"

Mettaton smiled brightly. "I'm fan-TASTIC! Those human drinks are so sweet and I f-feel so warm an-hic-and fuzzy and..." The robot's expression soon shifted from glee to uncertainty. "You can see right through me, can't you?"

"I think so... Tell me what's wrong, please."

"Blooky, I think... I th-think there's something rea-hic-really wrong with Frisk." Mettaton's tone lowered and his voice quivered with fear and sadness. Napstablook could have sworn that he saw tears in his eyes. "Something's really wrong, Blooky. I thought if I drank, I'd forget, but-hic-I can feel it. It isn't right."

"I know what you mean... I felt really uncomfortable near them today when we were outside. I thought it was just me... I'm sorry for not saying anything."

"Blooky, noooooo!" Before he knew it, Napstablook was pulled into a lazy hug and was having his hair stroked. "Oh, you precious marshmallow. Don't be sorry, I didn't s-say anything either."

Napstablook pushed away the urge to get away from Mettaton and hugged back instead. They both needed some comfort, after all. "So... now what?"