Mad Dummy glared at his reflection in the mirror as Mettaton straightened his bow tie. The dummy was also wearing a tuxedo with no sleeves since he had no arms.

"Ohhh!" Mettaton squeaked, clasping his hands together as he admired his cousin's suit. "You look perfect!"

"I feel violated," Mad Dummy hissed.

Mettaton ignored his comment and placed the other suits back in the shopping bag to return later. "Blooky, why don't you give him one of your hats? I think he'd look absolutely stunning!"

Napstablook nodded and took a top hat off the desk. "Here..." He placed it on the dummy's head. "I bought it myself...I think it'd look pretty nice..."

Mad Dummy laughed a little as he looked back at the mirror. "Thanks, Napstablook. I'm glad you wanted to help and all, but...hats aren't really my thing, y'know?" He took the hat off his head. "Hats are more your type of style."

"Oh..." Napstablook looked at the ground. "Sorry..."

Mad Dummy cringed, feeling guilty. "But...if it makes you happy, I can wear it." He put it back on his head.

Napstablook looked up at him. "Oh...you don't have to..."

"Nah, I can live with it. Besides—I'm glad you thought of me." Mad Dummy shrugged as he glanced up at his hat. He had to admit, it actually didn't look that bad on him.

"So…where are you planning on going for your date?" Napstablook asked.

"Muffet suggested MTT Resort, although I'm still not sure..." Mad Dummy mumbled, looking over at Mettaton. Unsurprisingly, Mettaton had made sure that an MTT resort was available on the surface for those who still wished to see him perform. However, the dummy wasn't too keen on the idea since, despite Mettaton's protests, he was sure his cousin would be there as well, watching him.

"Like I've already told you, Maddy...everything will be fine! My next performance isn't until tomorrow night, so you'll be free from me." Mettaton winked. "Now, go out and have fun, darling!"

Mad Dummy narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion, but finally grew comfortable enough to hop out the door, leaving Mettaton and Napstablook alone. Napstablook looked over at the robot, who was giggling and clapping his hands.

"Are you...sure that Mad will like this idea...?" Napstablook asked timidly.

"Oh, trust me, Blooky—he and Muffet will love it! It'll certainly make it a night to remember!" Mettaton happily dashed out the door. "He'll thank me when it's over!"

"Oh...oh dear..." Napstablook trembled, but he knew there wasn't anything he could do to stop Mettaton.

Mad Dummy arrived at Muffet's bakery and waited by the front door, shifting uncomfortably. He glanced down to look at his watch, only to be reminded of his lack of limbs and a watch in the first place.

The sound of a door shutting suddenly startled him, and he turned around. For a moment, it was as if all time had stopped, and his eyes were locked onto Muffet as she faced him. Her hair was up in a neatly-wrapped bun, and she wore a long, frilly, magenta dress with a large bow.

"Oh my! You look very handsome~" She giggled, looking at his tux and hat.

Mad Dummy didn't even hear her; he just stared.

"I…didn't go a bit overboard, did I?" She chuckled a little, looking down at herself.

Mad Dummy whipped his head back and forth. "N-No! No...er..." He cleared his throat, blushing in embarrassment. "Y-you...uh...look...nice." He attempted to smile.

"Oh, thank you! Ahuhuhu~" Muffet turned around to finish locking her shop, then folded her hands together. "Shall we go?"

Mad Dummy reluctantly nodded and proceeded to hop by her side as they headed to MTT Resort.

"So...um..." Muffet pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Have you ever...done this before?"

Mad Dummy nearly laughed out loud. Was she kidding around with him? Nobody wanted to be in the same room as him, let alone go out with him. "Never."

"...Neither have I," she admitted with a small snicker.

"Really?" Mad Dummy couldn't believe it. After all, she was fairly attractive, he had to admit...

"There have been a couple who have tried...but..." She paused, a scowl suddenly consuming her features. "All they wanted was my money, those blood-sucking savages!" Mad Dummy flinched. "I care about my bakery dearly, and most of my money is used to help all the spiders, darnit!"

Mad Dummy took in her words and gritted his teeth, shaking in rage. "THOSE DUMMIES!" He turned red and flung around. "I WOULD'VE BEATEN THOSE JERKS TO THE GROUND! NO WAY THEY'RE GETTING EVEN A PENNY FROM SOMEONE WHO SPENDS HER WHOLE LIFE GIVING TO OTHERS! THAT'S JUST SELFISH SELFISH SELFISH! THEY'LL HAVE TO GET PAST ME BEFORE THEY GET THEIR GRUBBY-LITTLE HANDS ON ANY BIT OF YOUR CASH—" Mad Dummy's rant was interrupted by a kiss on his cheek.

"I didn't mean to make you upset, dearie~" Muffet giggled. "It's quite all right now, but...thank you."

Mad Dummy simmered down and gave an involuntary squeak. A smile slowly crossed his face as he blushed again. "I...um...it's no problem..." He was glad she never got after him for his short temper.

"Well, here we are!" Muffet pointed at the large building in front of them. She stepped up to the door and held it open for Mad Dummy, who was still red as he hopped in.

"Th-thanks..." he muttered. "I could've opened the door for you, though." Although he had so hands of his own, he still could've opened it using his magic.

"It's fine, dearie. Just thought I'd help." She smiled as they both came inside. "I believe you know this place better than I do, so where shall we go to eat?"

Mad Dummy's eyes searched the room, landing on the burger emporium. Burgerpants was at the counter, and the dummy couldn't help but give a dry laugh.

"Oh, were you thinking about going there?" Muffet asked, pointing at the shop.

Mad Dummy shook his head and snorted. "Nah. We're not likely to get in there, anyway."

Just after he spoke, Burgerpants caught sight of him and shook his head. "NOPE." The metal window was yanked down in a flash, a sign taped onto it saying "CLOSED".

"Um..." Muffet eyed the window and scratched her head in confusion.

"Long story short, him and I aren't on good terms," Mad Dummy stated indifferently, hopping past the shop. "The guy can't stand Mettaton, so it's only natural that he also can't stand his resentful, knife-throwing cousin." He scoffed.

"You threw a knife at him?" Muffet blinked, although she honestly wasn't surprised.

"No, but I was close," Mad Dummy hissed lowly. "I heard that creep talking crap about Mettaton, so he was asking for it! Napstablook stopped me before I could do anything, though..."

"Oh. But...I thought you didn't like Mettaton?" Muffet raised a brow.

"I'll admit, we don't have the best relationship at times, but he and Napstablook are the only family I've got," he admitted. "I still love him, despite wanting to beat him to the ground the majority of the time."

Muffet smiled. "I think that's very sweet, dearie. Most people don't like to admit to their relationships, thinking it'll make them look weak."

Mad Dummy looked at the ground for a moment, then noticed the room in which Mettaton would always perform. "Here's the place." They headed inside, soon taking a seat at one of the many tables that filled the room. At the front was a giant stage, where Snowy the Snowdrake was currently acting out his comedy routine.

"Hello, and welcome to MTT Resort! What would you like to drink?" A waitress asked them.

"Just water is fine." Mad Dummy wasn't going to take any risks with soda again.

"I'll have some tea, please," Muffet smiled, and the waitress nodded before leaving. "So...is Mettaton performing tonight, by any chance?" she asked curiously.

"Nope. Mettaton knew I would prefer if he didn't follow me around or anything, so..." He chuckled a little, staring at the table. He still wasn't that used to having a normal conversation with people, seeing how everyone always avoided him.

Muffet didn't seem to notice; instead, she stared at a piece of paper on the wall. "Er...dearie...?"

"Hm?" Mad Dummy looked up, but was interrupted by a booming voice over the loudspeakers.

"Now, performing live at MTT Resort...give it up for MTT himself—METTATON!"

The crowd screamed and cheered for their favorite, gorgeous robot. Mad Dummy, on the other hand, felt all the color drain from his face. His soul was pounding, and he feared it would burst right out of his chest.

(No NO NO.)

"Welcome, beauties and gentlebeauties!" Mettaton beamed as he posed dramatically on stage.

The crowd went absolutely wild, but Mad Dummy refused to look at his cousin. Muffet was starting to fidget, giving her date a worrying glance.

"Now, tonight is a very special night~" Mettaton told the audience, wiggling his eyebrows. "Out in the audience is none other than my dear cousin, Mad Dummy, on his very first date! Let's give him and his date a big hand, shall we!?"

The crowd whooped and clapped as the spotlight fell on Mad Dummy and Muffet. Muffet grinned anxiously, giving a small wave, but Mad Dummy didn't even move. He was pure white, eyes red, gaping at the table. He didn't even blink.

Mettaton grabbed his microphone as the lights dimmed, and he smiled as he wiped a tear from his eye. "And now, to celebrate this iconic moment with my beloved cousin, I want to share with you all a song I have written just for him. A song to show how much I love him dearly, and how I could never ask for a more darling cousin..." He sniffed, and even a few people in the crowd were wiping their eyes.

Before Mettaton opened his mouth to sing, Mad Dummy was out of there. Muffet had no clue he could move that fast without legs. She quickly stood up.

"Mad!? MAD!"

Mettaton shut his mouth, eyes wide as he glanced around the room, but his cousin was gone. "M…Maddy?" The room was silent other than the music that was playing. "Oh…" His face fell, and he bit his lip as he motioned for someone to stop the music. "Oh no..."

Mad Dummy was down the sidewalk, bolting past people and shoving them out of the way. 'Mad' was an understatement compared to how he felt right now. Why would Mettaton blatantly humiliate him in front of everyone like that? Heck, why would he blatantly lie to him and say he wasn't even going to show up?

"MAD!"

Mad Dummy could hear Muffet shouting his name, but he didn't stop. His eyes were beginning to water, however, and he could no longer see what lied ahead of him. He tripped on the curb and fell face-first onto the concrete, and that was when he finally broke down. He couldn't stop sobbing, cursing, screaming to his heart's content.

"M-Mad..." Muffet finally found the dummy lying on the sidewalk, and she slowly placed a hand on him to comfort him.

"WHY WOULD HE DO THIS TO ME!?" he roared.

"Shh...it's all right," Muffet gently soothed. "He was just...trying to do something nice for our date..." Even though she didn't necessarily like Mettaton's idea, she still thought it was pretty considerate of him to do so.

"HE LIED TO ME! HE TOLD ME HE'D JUST LEAVE ME ALONE—" His voice cracked as he choked on his words. "HE KNOWS I HATE BEING PUT ON THE SPOT! HE KNOWS I HATE HAVING ALL THE ATTENTION PUT ON ME! HE...HE…" He let out of cry of pure agony.

"Shh..." Muffet carefully picked him up and gave him a hug. "It's okay. He made a mistake. But at least he was trying to do something nice—"

"He made me look WEAK!" Mad Dummy wriggled out of her grip. "And now EVERYONE'S gonna walk all over me, and I-I…oh gosh…" His tears returned as he shook uncontrollably. "I…I can't deal with it…I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT! NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!"

"Again? What're you talking about?" Muffet tried again to console him, but he was obviously too upset.

"I CAN'T...I can't..." He hung his head, trying to stop crying. "Please…"

"MADDY!"

Muffet could hear Mettaton's thundering footsteps head over to them, but by the time she looked back, the dummy had vanished.

"M-Maddy!?" Mettaton reached Muffet and looked around. "Have you seen him?"

Muffet sighed, shutting her eyes. "I…don't think he wants to talk to you right now, dearie."

"I…I didn't know he'd be that upset..." Mettaton cried, tears running down his face. "I just...I wanted to surprise him...a-and…oh gosh I'm a terrible cousin!" He covered his face as his body shook. "He hates me!"

"I just...think he needs his space. I'm sure if you wait it out, h-he'll eventually...um..." Muffet trailed off, not knowing if Mad Dummy would want to ever see Mettaton again. "I…I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm going to head home..." She stepped off the curb and crossed the street.

Mettaton kept his face covered, knowing he had obviously made a terrible mistake. This would certainly be a night to remember, all right...