"There," Mettaton said, as he set Papyrus on the couch, next to Alphys, who was asleep.
"See if you can dodge this Sans!" Undyne shouted from the kitchen.
"Aw come on Undyne, you know I can dodge anything!" Sans shouted back. Just then, a loud bang rang throughout the house. "See! I knew you'd miss!" Sans shouted.
"What's going on in here?" Mettaton said, walking into the kitchen. He gasped as he saw what had happened. A glowing blue spear was buried deep into the wall. Undyne stood on the fridge, and Sans stood on the table. They were both unharmed, but Undyne grabbed another spear and aimed it at Sans.
"I'm gonna get you now! You can't dodge fowevew!" Undyne shouted at Sans, before she threw the spear at him. Sans gave a small grin and quickly moved slightly to the left. Dodging the spear and allowing it to land in the wall.
"My turn!" Sans said, as he summoned a Gaster Blaster.
"Oh no darlings!" Mettaton said, picking Sans up by the collar.
"Hey! Aw no fair!" Sans whined, flailing to get out of Mettaton's grip.
"Victowy!" Undyne shouted, raising a spear in the air.
"Don't think you're getting away scot free, missy!" Mettaton said, picking Undyne up.
"Hey! Put me down!" Undyne shouted, pouting.
"I think you both need to sit in time out," Mettaton said, setting two chairs in the corner, facing the wall.
"No! No time out!" Undyne whined. Mettaton set Undyne and Sans down in the chairs.
"Now, sit here and don't fight with each other," Mettaton said, firmly. He sighed and walked back into the living room. He sat on the couch. Beside him sat Papyrus and Alphys, who were both asleep. "I'm not built to care for kids," Mettaton said to himself.
"Um…M-Mr. Mettaton," Toriel said, walking up to him.
"Yes, darling?" Mettaton asked, sitting up.
"I'm tired, could I sit on the couch please?" She asked, reaching up to him.
"Sure," Mettaton said, as he helped her up. "Where is Frisk at the moment, darling?"
"She's asleep upstairs. I put her to bed," Toriel said, yawning. She leaned against Mettaton, and began to fall asleep.
"ANIME IS REAW!" Undyne shouted from the kitchen.
"IS NOT!" Sans shouted back.
"IS TOO!" Undyne shouted back. Mettaton sighed. He carefully got up, as to not disturb Toriel, who was asleep.
"I thought I told you two not to fight," Mettaton said, walking into the kitchen.
"But he stawted it!" Undyne shouted, pointing at Sans.
"Tattle tale!" Sans shouted back.
"Both of you stop fighting!" Mettaton said, picking them up. "I think you both could use a nap."
"But I'm not tiwed!" Undyne whined loudly.
"Shhh. You'll wake up the others if you don't be quiet," Mettaton said, setting them on the couch with the others. Soon, Undyne sat, hugging Alphys in her sleep. Sans was asleep, leaning on Papyrus. Mettaton sighed and went upstairs to check on Frisk. After that, he sat in a small chair, and drifted off.