Unlike Mad Dummy, Mettaton didn't lock himself in his room all day. In fact, Napstablook was starting to get really worried since he hadn't seen them both at all since last night. The ghost couldn't help but feel sick. Even though he knew Mad Dummy wasn't mad at him personally, he still felt guilty. After all, he knew that Mad Dummy wouldn't like Mettaton's idea, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Mettaton since the robot seemed so excited.
(If I stopped Mettaton, Mad would've been happy...but Mettaton would be upset. But because I didn't stop Mettaton...now they're both upset. I just can't please everyone, can I...?)
Napstablook hated all this tension. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed, listen to his tunes, and drown out all the misery and hatred that he was sure his cousins felt towards each other now. He just wanted everyone to be happy.
"MAD—STOP!" Muffet sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her, but she was nowhere near the furious dummy that was dead-set on revenge.
Mad Dummy was too far to hear her. He didn't dare stop for anything as he tore through the streets and into the neighborhood of Napstablook and Mettaton. Even his dummy-bots were struggling to keep up with him.
Everyone on the sidewalk literally dove for cover as he sped by, fearing for their lives. Muffet anxiously grinned and spat out apologies as quickly as she could as she dashed after him. "I'M SERIOUS, MAD! DON'T DO THIS!"
"DUMMY BOTS! FI—AGH!" As soon as Mad Dummy came to a complete halt in front of the house, Muffet tackled him at full force.
"YOUR OTHER COUSIN'S PROBABLY IN THERE, DARNIT!" Muffet screamed.
Mad Dummy irritably shook his head and blinked at the house. Suddenly, his soul skipped a beat as he realized what he had almost done. "N-Napstablook...oh crap." Although Napstablook was a ghost and wouldn't have been hurt, Mad Dummy knew the ghost would probably never speak to him again if he destroyed his house.
Muffet slowly helped him up and brushed off her dress. "Are you good, now?"
"S-Sorry," he stammered, staring at the ground. "I wasn't thinking. Let me see if Napstablook's home." He started hopping forward, but Muffet rushed out in front of him.
"You're seriously not thinking about blowing up the house if he's not home, are you!?"
"What—NO!" Mad Dummy hollered. "I would never do that to Napstablook! I just...want to be sure that he's not around if Mettaton's home." He turned back towards the house, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Things are going to get pretty ugly."
Muffet still wasn't sure, but resolved to stay close by the house just in case anything got out of hand. And by the looks of it, things were definitely not going to end well if Mettaton was home.
Mad Dummy opened the door and hopped right in, knowing he didn't have to knock. "Napstablook!?" he hollered.
Napstablook heard the familiar voice, but didn't move. He really didn't want to face Mad Dummy; not after what happened last night. What if all the blame was gonna be put on him? The ghost whimpered and turned up his music, slowly phasing under his bed.
"NAPSTABLOOK!" Mad Dummy hollered, but he received no response. "AGH!" He marched out of the house.
Napstablook waited until he heard the door slam shut to return to his bed. Once he did so, however, he felt even more guilty. He tried to distract his thoughts with his music, but he finally decided he couldn't take it anymore. Napstablook had to make sure his cousins were alright and if they made up.
"I just want all this to end already..." He cried softly.
Mad Dummy angrily hopped right past Muffet.
"Was he home?" the spider asked.
"Nobody was." He continued hopping forward. "But I may have a slight idea as to where I can find Mettaton."
"Where?"
"Even though we're complete opposites when it comes to our reputation, temperance, sense of humor..." he chuckled dryly, "...I'm pretty sure he has the same mindset as me when it comes to where to go when we feel inferior to something. Or in his case, someone."
With that, the two found themselves stepping into none other than Grillby's just two minutes later. Judging by the crowd of people inside, Mettaton was definitely present. It wasn't long before Mad Dummy found his cousin at the counter, burying his head in his arms.
"Get up. We need to talk," the dummy hissed. Although he obviously wasn't planning on 'talking', he knew better than to start a fight in a crowded bar.
Mettaton didn't respond right away. He shifted a bit before drowsily raising his head, looking absolutely miserable. "I'm sorry, darling. I...I can't talk right now. Maybe later."
Mad Dummy almost felt bad for him, but then he remembered why he was here in the first place. He opened his mouth to speak again, only to be distracted by other voices. He peered around, noticing that several people were eyeing him and whispering amongst themselves. "What are you lookin' at!?" He pulled out his knife, but Muffet hastily dragged him back.
"Hey—HEY, calm down." She faced the monsters and bared her fangs. They instantly looked away. Muffet turned back to the dummy and noticed he was turning pale, just like last night. "Whoa, hey. Are you alright?"
"E...Everyone keeps...staring at me." Mad Dummy whispered, his eyes falling to the floor. "I don't like it."
Muffet frowned and glanced back and forth from him to Mettaton. "You don't think that he told anyone what happened, did he...?" she mumbled under her breath, and it was as if someone had slapped Mad Dummy in the face.
"...Wait—WHAT—" The dummy's eyes began to widen as he stared at Mettaton. "No...he WOULDN'T..." His blood began to turn cold.
"I wouldn't what?" Mettaton tiredly turned to look at him and flinched at his venomous stare. Once everything began to add up, the robot gasped and stood up straight. "Wait. WAIT WAIT WAIT—"
"YOU!" The dummy violently leapt onto the counter, nearly giving Grillby a heart attack. "YOU TOLD EVERYONE WHAT HAPPENED, DIDN'T YOU!?"
"I—NO! I DIDN'T—" Mettaton began, but it was useless.
Dummy-bots flew by Mad Dummy's side and prepared their rockets. He wasn't holding anything back this time.
"Mad, wait!" Muffet shrieked, not wanting him to destroy the bar. She started pushing Mettaton towards the exit. "GO—GO!"
Mettaton bolted out the door, and the rockets followed. Luckily, nothing in the bar got destroyed, but there was no guarantee for anything outdoors to remain untouched.
Muffet awkwardly turned to face the remaining monsters in the bar. "Um..." She cleared her throat. "There's been a slight misunderstanding...but don't worry! We'll fix things up as soon as possible, so just...um...sit back, relax, and resume your business!" She laughed a little, but after hearing something explode outside, she gulped. "Uh, now, if you'll excuse me for a moment..." She frantically ran out the door.
Unbeknownst to her, a silhouette materialized from the corner, making it evident he was watching the entire scenario. No one noticed the burning tears that fell down his face, hissing as they dropped onto the ground below.
(Every day. Every single day I stand here and watch those two constantly bicker. Not once do they think about how I feel. Not once do they even acknowledge the fact that I can hear every word. It's like they don't even care. And I can't take it. Not anymore. NOT anymore.)
Mettaton ducked under flying missiles and tried as best as he could to stay out of the way of other buildings and passing bystanders. "MAD, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!"
"I'M NEVER LISTENING TO YOU AGAIN!" Mad Dummy roared as his dummies continued to fire. "BECAUSE OF YOU, I'M NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO WALK 2 FEET WITHOUT HAVING SOMEONE JUDGE ME!"
"MAD! I...I was just upset, a-and they asked what was wrong, but I didn't tell them!" Mettaton pleaded, still not as coordinated due to spending all day moping at the counter at Grillby's.
A rocket launched in front of Mettaton. Once it exploded, he came to a screeching halt and lost his balance. He toppled forward and rolled around on the sidewalk, hissing in pain. His eyes widened as he glanced up Mad Dummy, who towered over him for a change.
"MAD!" Muffet charged towards them, but this time, she wasn't using her angry-mom tone. She actually sounded scared.
Noticing her change of behavior, Mad Dummy's fury slowly began to lessen as he stopped his missiles in mid-air.
"Y-You need to stop, right now!" She panted, her eyes wide and frantic. Her eyes searched the sky, and both Mad Dummy and Mettaton wondered what she was looking for.
"What's wrong?" Mad Dummy growled. He was still pretty irritated, but the look on her face was starting to worry him. Suddenly, his remaining missiles started flashing and twitching. They dropped to the ground, a little puddle forming underneath them. "What the—" Mad Dummy hollered, but as soon as he recognized the droplets that were raining on his dummy-bots, he shut his mouth.
"Oh..." Napstablook calmly soared down and blinked at his cousins. His entire body was blazing red. "I didn't mean to interrupt your quarrel...please, carry on."
Yup...Napstablook finally snaps. BWA-HA-HA!