The next morning, Flowey awoke to a faint drizzle of rain on his face. He groaned and shut his eyes again, not wanting rain drops to fall into them. He was about to fall back asleep when he realized that he was inside the house. He opened his eyes just as another drop of the strange liquid fell onto his face. He looked up to see Toriel, hugging his flower pot. Drool dripping from her mouth, onto Flowey's face. Flowey shoved Toriel off of him and quickly shook the drool off of his face, cringing. "Yuck!" He said. Toriel giggled and grabbed Flowey's stem. She shoved a petal into her mouth, getting drool all over Flowey once again. "Get off of me!" Flowey shouted, before picking the baby goat up with vines and dropping her on the couch. Toriel just giggled before crawling the edge of the couch. When she tried to climb down, she slid off the couch, landing face first on the floor. Flowey burst out laughing, finally getting some entertainment out of this. Toriel, however, sat up and whimpered. Flowey looked at her and snickered. "That's right! Cry like the pathetic baby that you are!" He said, chuckling. Toriel sobbed loudly. Flowey just laughed. "You're weak, goat," he said. Toriel just kept crying. Flowey's smile disappeared. "Um, okay. You can stop now," he said, expecting Toriel to shut up. Toriel sobbed louder, waving her arms. "Ugh! Shut up!" Flowey yelled. He was getting annoyed. Toriel wouldn't stop. To make matters worse, her cries were gradually getting louder. Flowey was three seconds from throwing her across the room when he saw a purple pacifier on the floor. He sighed and grabbed it with a vine. "There! Are you happy now, you big baby!?" He shouted, shoving it into Toriel's mouth. Toriel's cries were cut off as she began to suck on the pacifier. Flowey groaned. This was getting more annoying then entertaining.
"Oh, you got her to stop?" Muffet said, walking into the room.
"Yeah, what the heck took you so long to get here anyways?" Flowey asked, annoyed.
"I was still asleep, deary," Muffet replied, setting Sans and Papyrus on the couch. She picked Toriel up and set her on the couch as well. Toriel whimpered and reached towards Flowey. "Huh? You want to play with Flowey?" Muffet asked. Toriel cooed, still reaching for the annoyed flower. Flowey scoffed.
"There is no way I'm letting her near me!" He said, glaring at Muffet.
"Too bad," Muffet said, setting Toriel next to him. She then sat on the couch with Sans and Papyrus. Toriel grabbed the flower pot and hugged it tightly, rubbing her cheek against Flowey's. Flowey groaned angrily, earning a giggle from Toriel. The sound of crying came from Undyne's room. Upon hearing this, Muffet got up from the couch, and headed there. Undyne was sitting on the floor by her bed, crying. "What's wrong, deary? Did you fall out of bed?" Muffet asked, picking Undyne up. Undyne sniffled, putting her thumb in her mouth for comfort.
"M-Muffet, darling. P-Please help!" Mettaton called from the living room. Muffet carried Undyne back to the living room. Mettaton was on the couch, with Frisk in his lap. Papyrus set next to Mettaton, chewing on his gloved hand. Sans was on the floor, trying to pull Mettaton's boots off. Alphys was on laying on her stomach on top of Mettaton's head. Putting her hands over Mettaton's eyes. Muffet giggled at the sight. "G-Get them off, please!" Mettaton said, panicked. Muffet quickly snapped a photo of this before setting Undyne down. She picked up Frisk, Alphys, and Papyrus, and set them down on the floor by Undyne. "T-Thank you, darling," Mettaton said, with a sigh of relief. Muffet grabbed her bag. She dug through it for a few seconds before pulling out a box of crayons and some paper.
"This should keep them entertained while I cook breakfast," She said, laying out the sheets of paper.
"W-Wait. You're leaving me alone with all of them?" Mettaton asked, slightly nervous. Muffet giggled.
"Don't worry, deary. You'll be fine," She said, before going to the kitchen. Mettaton sighed. Papyrus grabbed the box of crayons. He tried to open it, without much luck. He tried again, only to discover that the box was sealed with tape. He crawled to Mettaton and held the box up to him.
"D-Do you need help getting it open, darling?" Mettaton asked, taking the box. He easily got it open and handed it back to the drooling skeleton. "There you are, Papyrus," he said. Papyrus crawled back to his piece of paper, and started to draw. He picked up the box of crayons and shook it upside down. Crayons fell out onto the floor, some rolled away. He looked at the crayons, trying to find the yellow. He found it and grabbed it, only to realize that Undyne also had her hand on it. She looked at the crayon, and then at Papyrus. She tried to pull the crayon out of his hand, and Papyrus pulled back. Undyne scowled at him.
"Ngahh!" She blurted out, trying to yank the crayon out of his hand.
"Nyeh!" Papyrus babbled back, yanking the crayon towards himself. Mettaton noticed this and grabbed the crayon.
"If you two are going to fight over it, then no one gets it," he said. Undyne pouted, crossing her arms. Papyrus crossed his arms and glared at her. Undyne blew a raspberry at him, resulting in drool running down her chin. Toriel over heard this and crawled over to them. With the little bit of mothering instinct she had left, she grabbed the crayon from Mettaton and snapped it in half. She gave Papyrus and Undyne each a half. Undyne and Papyrus smiled, before returning to their drawings. Toriel crawled over to a piece of paper and began a drawing of her own. Alphys was sitting by the corner, working on her own drawing. She was about to grab another crayon, when she felt hands wrap around her. She looked behind her to see Undyne, hugging her. Alphys giggled and handed Undyne a crayon. Undyne smiled and the two of them started another drawing together. Sans on the other hand, wasn't really interested in drawing. He was sitting with Frisk, babbling and giggling. At one point, he closed his eyes and started to concentrate. Soon, a green crayon was surrounded by blue magic. Sans kept concentrating at the crayon levitated off of the floor. Frisk watched this and clapped her hands, smiling. Sans let the crayon fall, giggling. Mettaton watched all of the little monsters as they continued to play. He had to admit, it was kind of adorable. Seeing them all like this. His thoughts were interrupted when an unpleasant smell hit his nose. He sniffed the air in confusion before covering his nose, cringing. After a few seconds of thought, he came to realize that someone needed a new diaper. He stood up and looked at the six babies. He picked up Sans and hesitantly sniffed his diaper, not entirely sure if there was a correct way to check a diaper. "Okay, you're clean," he said, setting the giggling skeleton back down. He repeated this process with Toriel, Papyrus, and Frisk. Finding that they were also clean. Then he came to Alphys and Undyne. He hesitantly picked Alphys up and checked her diaper. He cringed, having found the source of smell. "Oh, Alphy, yuck!" He said, holding the giggling scientist away from him.
"Y-Yuck!" Alphys giggled, imitating him. Mettaton quickly took Alphys to the kitchen to find Muffet.
"M-Muffet, darling. A-Alphys needs changed," he said, cringing. Muffet looked at him.
"Sorry deary, I'm in the middle of making them breakfast," she said, quickly flipping a pancake. Mettaton looked at Alphys and sighed. He took her to the bathroom and quickly changed her diaper, cringing the entire time. When he finished, he quickly changed his gloves, even though they were spotless. Alphys giggled, drool running down her chin. She reached for him, smiling.
"U-Uppy!" She cooed, wanting to be picked up. Mettaton couldn't help but to smile at this.
"Okay, darling," he said, picking her up. When he went back to the kitchen, he found that Muffet was already feeding the other five.
"Could you get Alphys fed, deary? I've kinda got my hands full at the moment," She said, feeding a bite of pancake to Sans. Mettaton nodded and fed started to feed Alphys. Muffet had just finished feeding the other five babies. Sans was fast asleep, resting his head right in his plate of syrup. Muffet giggled at this and cleaned him up. Then she went to put him to bed. While she was gone, however. Undyne picked up her plate. She looked at it for a few seconds before throwing it to the floor.
"Nghaaa!" She squealed, waving her tiny fists in victory.
"Undyne!" Mettaton exclaimed, giving a stern look to the fish monster. Undyne just giggled, drumming her hands on the table. Mettaton sighed and cleaned up the broken plate shards. He picked up Undyne and placed her in the chair facing the corner. "Time out for you, missy," he said. Undyne pouted, crossing her arms. Muffet came back and cleaned up the others. Toriel and Papyrus had already fallen asleep.
"I think after you finish up with Alphys, she can also take a nap," Muffet said, before taking the others, except Undyne, to bed. By the time Mettaton finished feeding Alphys, her face was covered in syrup. Mettaton quickly went to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back and wiped Alphys's face off. Then he picked her up and burped her. He was just about to take her to bed, when he remembered Undyne.
"Undyne, darling, its nap time," he said, turning to face the chair. "Undyne?" Mettaton sighed and set Alphys back down. Undyne had run off when he wasn't looking. "What am I gonna do with her?' Mettaton sighed, going off to look for her.