Alphys awoke to the sight of the lab. She looked around, confused.
"Hey Alphy," Mettaton said, seeing that she had woke up. Alphys took her thumb out of her mouth and yawned. "Ready to start the next attempt?" Mettaton asked her, smiling. Alphys nodded and tried to get up. "Oh, let me help you darling, you can't walk as well, remember?" Mettaton said, picking her up. "What do we need to do first?" Mettaton asked, looking around. Alphys thought for a minute and then pointed to the chalkboard in the center of the room. Mettaton took her to it and handed her a piece of chalk. Alphys studied the complex equations that she had written on the board. After a few seconds, she whimpered and looked at Mettaton.
"What's wrong, darling?" Mettaton asked her. Alphys took her thumb out of her mouth.
"I n-no undewstand m-math a-anym-mo-mo…" Alphys tried to finish her sentence, whimpering. "A-Anym-m…m" She tried again, but all she could manage to do was babble. She babbled again, trying to speak, causing drool to run down her chin. She sniffled, tearing up.
"D-Darling, it's alright," Mettaton said, pulling Alphys into a hug. Alphys kept babbling, trying to speak. At one point, she gave up and started crying. Mettaton tried his best to comfort her, but she wouldn't stop crying. Crying came from upstairs. Mettaton went upstairs and found Papyrus in tears on the floor. Mettaton picked up the crying skeleton and tried to comfort him. He noticed that Papyrus's pants were damp, and he changed the skeleton into a diaper. No matter what he did, Alphys and Papyrus continued to cry. Crying came from the kitchen and Mettaton sighed. He went to the kitchen to find Undyne and Sans sobbing on the floor. He sighed and changed them both into diapers. Mettaton took one look at all four of them and realized something. All of them looked to be less than two years old. "T-Toriel?" Mettaton called. "I n-need help." Crying was the only response he got. He went into Toriel's room to find both Frisk and Toriel crying. They looked the same age. Mettaton sighed and picked them up. After he changed Toriel into a diaper, he took her and Frisk back to the kitchen and placed them on the floor with the others. "What am I gonna do now?" He asked himself. Just then, a thought went through his mind. He took out his phone from his pocket and started to dial Muffet's number. He stopped before dialing the last number. He sighed and pressed the last number. He put the phone to his ear and waited.
"Hello?" Came a voice from the phone.
"Muffet? Is that you, darling?" Mettaton asked.
"I remember that voice. You're Mettaton, aren't you deary?" Was the response. When Mettaton heard the word "deary," he knew that he was talking to Muffet.
"Yes, it's Mettaton," Mettaton replied. "Listen, how good are you with kids?" He asked, hopeful.
"Hmm… Well, I used to babysit when I was a bit younger. It depends on how old they are," Muffet said.
"Two years old at the most," Mettaton replied, after taking another glance at the others.
"I'll be there in a bit, deary," Muffet said.
"Oh, how much is this gonna cost me?" Mettaton asked, hesitantly.
"I'll worry about the cost later, deary," Muffet said, with a giggle. "Anyways, see you later, deary." She said, before Mettaton hung up. He put his phone in his pocket and waited…
After about a half hour, there was a knock at the door. Mettaton got up and opened the door. Standing there, was a thirteen year old spider, holding a bag. She looked at him and smiled.
"Hello again deary," She said, stepping inside. "It's been a while since I've seen you."
"Same to you, darling," Mettaton said, closing the door.
"So, when and how did Mister Celebrity TV Star become a father?" Muffet asked, with a giggle. Mettaton lead Muffet to the kitchen where the others were. She let out a gasp, recognizing them.
"It's a long story, darling," Mettaton said. Muffet giggled.
"So, who's been changing them and feeding them?" She asked. "Because I know you wouldn't want to get your gloves dirty." She said, in a mocking tone.
"Don't antagonize me," Mettaton said. "I'll just deduct it from your pay."
"As much as I love to watch you two fighting, could someone get this goat away from me?!" Flowey shouted. Toriel was reaching for Flowey. She was giggling and babbling, drooling on herself.
"Oh, I know you!" Muffet smiled, picking Toriel up. "You're the woman from the ruins. I've seen you a few times before." Toriel babbled and sucked her thumb.
"Oh, it's the greedy insect," Flowey said, looking at Muffet. Muffet set Toriel down and looked at Flowey.
"Flowey, I'm and arachnid, not an insect. Please be quiet so you don't upset Toriel," she said. Toriel crawled to Flowey and reached for him, giggling
"F-Fwo-Fwowey!" She cooed, drooling.
"Get away from me, goat," Flowey said, glaring at Toriel. Toriel just giggled and patted Flowey's head. Then Flowey had an idea. He summoned vines and began to tickle Toriel. Toriel squealed with laughter and kicked her legs.
"Um, you do know what happens if you tickle a toddler too much, right?" Muffet asked, concerned.
"That's the point, Spider," Flowey said, continuing to tickle Toriel. Toriel kept laughing. Soon, the back of her dress became damp, her diaper having leaked. Flowey stopped tickling her and chuckled. "What now baby? You gonna cry cause you peed your pants?" He said in a mocking tone. Toriel just looked at Flowey and giggled, reaching for him. "What?!" Flowey shouted. "Why aren't you getting upset?!" Toriel just looked at him and babbled, giggling. Flowey sighed angrily. "Spider! The goat needs changed," He called. Muffet changed Toriel and set her back down by Flowey. Toriel giggled and grabbed Flowey's pot. She wrapped her arms around it and hugged him, drooling on him.
"Aww!" Muffet smiled, taking out her phone and snapping a photo.
"Get off of me!" Flowey said, trying to get Toriel off of him. Toriel just kept hugging him, giggling. Flowey sighed. "I hate my life," He said. Toriel grabbed one of his petals and put it in her mouth, gumming on it. "Hey!" Flowey shouted. "I'm not your chew toy!" Toriel just kept gumming on him, dribbling drool all over his face. "Ack!" Flowey shouted, before shoving Toriel off of him with vines. Toriel landed on her side. She sat up and looked at him, whimpering. "What's your problem now?" Flowey asked, annoyed. Toriel sniffled and burst into tears. "Ugh! Shut up!" Flowey shouted. Toriel kept crying. Flowey sighed. "Spider! Get the goat to shut up!" He called.
"Flowey!" Muffet shouted. "Be nice to her! What did she ever do to you?!" Muffet picked Toriel up and popped a pacifier into her mouth. Toriel began to suck on the pacifier, calming down instantly. "There we go," She said, before setting Toriel back down. Toriel crawled back over to Flowey and hugged him again. She rested her head on the flower pot and soon fell asleep, drooling on him.
"Spider, get this drool machine off of me!" Flowey shouted, annoyed. Muffet looked at him and giggled.
"Not after the way you've treated her," She said, snapping another picture.
"End my life!" Flowey shouted.