Muffet sat in the living room, playing with Sans, Papyrus and Undyne. Toriel and Frisk had both fallen asleep, and were now in their rooms for a nap. Mettaton was in the kitchen, cooking more spaghetti for dinner. Alphys was also asleep in her room. Undyne sat, gumming on a spear, and Papyrus was working on a jigsaw puzzle with Sans. Flowey appeared in the living room flower pot. He looked at the three monsters who used to be his "friends."
"Pathetic," he said, looking at them. Sans looked up at Flowey and cooed, getting a blueish drool down his chin. Muffet giggled and wiped Sans's face. She had noticed the drool's odd color. She thought that it had something to do with Sans's eye being blue. She had also noticed that Papyrus had a similar trait. Every now and then, Papyrus would get drool on his face and/or chin. But unlike Sans, it was an orange color. Now these two were the only ones with colored drool, so Muffet came to the conclusion that it just had something to do with their style of magic attacks. Undyne saw Flowey and spit her spear out. She pointed it at Flowey and babbled something, giggling. Flowey was not amused by this. He just rolled his eyes and stared at her. Undyne cooed and went back to chewing on her spear. Then Sans's stomach rumbled loudly, earning a giggle from Muffet.
"Don't worry deary, Mettaton's almost done with dinner," She said, smiling. Sans simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of ketchup. He put it in his mouth and held it with two hands, sucking on it like a bottle. Muffet giggled and quickly took a photo of this.
Mettaton was in the kitchen when he heard Alphys cry. He quickly finished the spaghetti and went to her room. Alphys was laying in her bed, crying. Mettaton carefully picked up the tiny lizard and looked at her. "What's the matter, darling?" He asked, hoping to calm her down. Alphys just kept crying, not showing any sign of stopping. "Shhh, Alphy, darling. Please calm down," he said, hugging her. Alphys rested her head against Mettaton's shoulder and sobbed right by his ear. Mettaton winced at the noise and quickly went to Muffet. "H-Help me, please. She won't stop crying," he said, trying his best to comfort his sobbing creator.
"She's probably hungry," Muffet said, studying Alphys.
"Oh, well I just finished their dinner," Mettaton said.
"Oh, I have something that may help you deary," Muffet said, reaching in the bag she brought. She pulled out a bright pink pacifier and handed it to Mettaton. "If she ever gets too upset, give her this."
"Thank you, darling," Mettaton said, before taking Alphys to the kitchen. Alphys was still crying. "Don't worry, Alphy," Mettaton said, setting Alphys down in a chair. He got a plate of spaghetti and set it in front of her. Muffet brought the others into the kitchen and set them in chairs at the table. All except for Sans, who was asleep, still sucking on the ketchup bottle. Flowey appeared in the kitchen flower pot, watching. Muffet began to feed Undyne, Toriel, and Frisk. Mettaton shrugged and started to feed Alphys and Papyrus. When he fed Alphys her first bite, she instantly stopped crying. She finished her first bite and opened her mouth again. He then fed Papyrus a bite. Papyrus closed his eyes and took a breath. Mettaton shielded himself, preparing to be sprayed again. Papyrus sneezed, although he didn't spray spaghetti everywhere. Mettaton uncovered his face and took one look at Papyrus. Papyrus giggled, two spaghetti noodles dangling from his nose hole. Muffet looked at this and giggled. She quickly snapped a picture before returning to feeding the other three babies. Mettaton chuckled, before cleaning Papyrus up. By the time he finished feeding both of them, Muffet had already left. She was putting the other three to bed. Mettaton burped both Alphys and Papyrus, then went to find Muffet. "Muffet, darling?"
"Yes?" Muffet replied, tucking Toriel into bed.
"Could I have a bit of help cleaning up, please?" Mettaton asked.
"Oh, sure thing, deary," Muffet said, before following Mettaton back to the kitchen. Neither of them expected what the saw. Alphys and Papyrus sat at the table, covered in spaghetti sauce. Mettaton sighed. He forgot to put the plates in the sink before leaving Alphys and Papyrus alone.
"I only left them alone for two minutes!" Mettaton said, looking at Muffet. Muffet just laughed and took a picture of the two messy babies.
"That's all it takes for a baby to get into trouble," She said, picking Papyrus up. "I'd suggest we give them a bath before bed."
"Okay, I assume you'll handle Papyrus?" Mettaton asked, seeing that Muffet had picked Papyrus up. Muffet nodded. Mettaton carefully picked up Alphys and held her at arm's length, not wanting to get any spaghetti sauce on him. Alphys giggled and put her hands on Mettaton's face, smearing sauce all over it. Mettaton shuddered with a look of disgust. "Alphys, darling. You're not helping," he said. Alphys just giggled, drooling on herself. Mettaton took her to the bathroom and set her down. He looked at her. "Okay," he said, talking more to himself than to Alphys. "How do I do this?" Muffet walked in, carrying Papyrus.
"I thought you'd need some help, deary," she said, mocking him slightly. Mettaton sighed.
"Fine. What do I need to do?" He asked.
"First, fill the tub with water. Then undress her and put her in it," Muffet said, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet and handing it to Mettaton. "Here. Use this to wipe her face and hands off."
"Thank you," Mettaton said, before Muffet took Papyrus to the other bathroom. He started the water and took his glove off. Alphys, being the expert she was, had made him completely waterproof. Although, he had begun to notice rust around the joints in his neck. This had been from Frisk's drooling. He stuck his hand in the water, making sure it was the right temperature. When he was sure that it was warm enough, he got Alphys undressed and set her gently in the water. Alphys giggled and splashed around in the water. She kicked her legs happily, chewing on her hand. Mettaton chuckled at this. "Okay, Alphy. I think that's enough splashing," he said, noticing that she was getting a lot of water out of the tub. Alphys looked at him and smiled, babbling. Mettaton carefully began to wipe her face and hands with the washcloth. When he finished, he grabbed a towel and wrapped Alphys in it. He drained the tub and dried Alphys off. He got her dressed and tucked her into bed. He was about to leave when Alphys whimpered and reached for him. "Alphy, you need to go to bed," Mettaton said. Alphys kept reaching for him. She got up, and crawled to the edge of her bed. She looked at him and whimpered. Mettaton sighed and picked her back up. He wasn't really surprised at the fact that Alphys was this clingy as a baby. "If stay with you, will you go to sleep, darling?" He asked her. Alphys nodded and hugged Mettaton. She yawned, starting to fall asleep. Mettaton sat down in a chair, holding her.
Muffet had just finished cleaning Papyrus up. She got him dried off and dressed again. She took him to Sans's room and set him in Sans's bed. Papyrus saw Sans and immediately crawled beside him. He got under the blanket and hugged his brother tightly. It didn't take long until he was fast asleep. Muffet smiled at this. She pulled out her phone and took a picture. Then she went to the living room and crashed on the couch.