Integrity went to the attic, wanting to be alone. She saw Justice and smiled a bit, sitting next to her on the floor.
"H-Hey…" She said, with a small smile. Justice smiled at her, happy to have a friend by her side.
"Hey, how have you been doing with all of this?" Justice asked, gently. Integrity sighed and looked down.
"N-Not too well…" She said.
"Let me see your arms," Justice said, holding out her hands.
"N-No…" Integrity said, turning away.
"Integrity, please?" Justice asked. "I just want to see." Integrity whimpered a bit, rolling up her sleeves. Her arms were covered in cuts. Justice studied the marks on her arms and sighed a bit. "I k-know things have been r-really confusing lately, b-but you need to stop…" Justice said. Integrity just stayed quiet. "Give it to me, please," Justice said, holding her hand out. Integrity hesitantly pulled a small razor blade from her pocket and set it in Justice's hand. Justice smiled a bit and hugged Integrity. "I've been by your side ever since I died, Integrity. Nothing is going to change that. Not even this," she said. Integrity smiled and hugged Justice. Just then, footsteps echoed up to the attic, and Sans walked in. Integrity whimpered a bit, looking away from him.
"Hey there kiddo," Sans said, walking over to Integrity.
"W-What do you w-want?" Integrity asked, whimpering.
"I wanna talk to you," Sans said, extending a hand out to her. Integrity hesitantly took his hand, but when she did, a loud fart noise echoed throughout the attic. Sans laughed. "Ah, the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick," he chuckled. Integrity smiled a bit, with a giggle. "See kiddo, nothin to worry about, I'm all jokes," Sans said, helping Integrity up. The two went downstairs to the living room and began to talk. Justice sat, still thinking to herself. An idea popped into her head. She smiled and made her way to Alphys's room. She looked around before she found what she was looking for. A pink suitcase. She opened it up and looked through it. She knew that Mettaton must have packed a few things when he came here. Although she didn't want to admit it after what had happened to her, she always found Mettaton some-what inspiring. And being the five year old she was, she would follow him around when she had the chance. That was before he had killed her, of course, but even now, she still looked up to him. She eventually found something that made her smile very wide. The light blue dress that Mettaton had worn during a short performance. Without hesitation, she slipped the dress on over her clothes. It was easy to put on, since it was a little big on her. She looked in the mirror and giggled, making a few poses like Mettaton would. She spotted a pair of his pink boots in the suitcase and put them on. She looked in the mirror and smiled, giggling. She began to make more poses, not noticing that Mettaton was watching her from the doorway.
"I d-don't look that bad in this," She said to herself, still making poses. Mettaton smiled and put a hand over his mouth, not wanting to make his presence noticed. "I look fabulous!" Justice said, kicking her left foot outward, as if to show of her leg.
"Yes you do," Mettaton said, with a chuckle. Justice jumped a bit and lost her balance, falling back and landing on her bottom.
"T-This isn't w-what it looks like!" Justice squealed, her face flushed a deep red. Mettaton just chuckled.
"Then what is it, darling? You like to dress up in other people's clothes?" He asked, smiling. Justice got up and quickly got out of the dress and boots, her face still glowing red. She handed them back to Mettaton without a word. She then walked back up to the attic.