Justice awoke with a groan. Choosing to sleep in a chair wasn't the best idea now that she woke up with a sore back. As she sat up, she suddenly felt a dampness between her legs. She shook the sleep from her eyes and pulled the blanket off of her. She sighed. Her shorts were soaked along with the chair. After years of being dead she had forgotten that she'd always been a bed wetter. She groaned and got up, stopping to look at her reflection in the mirror. She scowled at herself. "You're five years old yet you can't even keep your pants dry through the night," she scoffed.
"Good morning, Justice," Mettaton said, walking in with Alphys in his arms. Justice yelped a bit at the sound of his voice and without thinking, she pulled her shirt over her wet shorts. Upon walking by the chair Justice had slept in, he stopped. The expression on his face turning to that of slight disgust. He checked Alphys's diaper before getting a look of confusion. "Darling, do you smell urine, or am I losing my mind?" He asked, looking around. He looked at Justice for a response. "Darling, did you- o-oh…" Mettaton looked at the girl trying to keep her pants covered. "J-Justice, darling, d-did you have an accident?" He asked, walking over to the girl. He lifted her shirt up to examine her shorts. "Oh dear…" He said, kneeling down to face the girl. Justice kept her head down, whimpering a bit.
"I-I'm s-sorry…" She squeaked. Mettaton gently lifted Justice's chin so she was looking at him.
"Darling, this wasn't your fault. Bed wetting is normal for kids your age," he said, using his thumb to gently wipe the little girl's tears away. "How about we find you some dry pants, okay?" He smiled, holding his hand out to Justice. Without a word, Justice took his hand. Mettaton lead the girl to Toriel, who was trying her best to make a pie, despite her toddler sized body. "Toriel, darling?" Mettaton asked, still holding Justice's hand.
"Oh, hello Mettaton," Toriel said, hopping down from a chair facing the counter. "Need something?"
"Well," Mettaton began, "Justice has a s-small… p-problem…" He said, motioning to Justice. Toriel looked at the girl and nodded.
"Alright. I'd recommend she wear pull ups to bed at least," Toriel said, before taking Justice to get dry pants. Justice went with Toriel, thoughts running through her head. Mettaton was different… it was strange but comforting. Now that he didn't want to kill her, he'd been very nice to her. She began to feel clingy… attached to Mettaton. It wasn't like how she felt attached to him in the underground. No. This was different. Though she couldn't understand how. It just was. In the underground, all she wanted was to get Mettaton's attention. Now though, she felt clingy around him, like a part of her wanted to hug him and not let go. It was strange. After getting dry shorts, Justice made her way back to Mettaton.
"Better, Darling?" Mettaton asked, with a smile. Justice just whimpered a bit and hugged Mettaton's legs tightly, wanting to find comfort. Mettaton was taken back by this quite a bit. Never the less he smiled and hugged Justice, rubbing her back. "It's alright, darling," he said. Justice smiled a bit, not letting go. It had been forever since she'd last seen her parents. She had always been a Daddy's Girl. Her father was more of the easy going type. Both Justice's parents were into music. Although her mother was a music teacher, and her father worked in power plants mainly. Working with metal and building things. Justice had a knack for taking things apart to see how they worked. She often watched her father tinker with various clock parts, building with them. He'd make music boxes with the clock pieces. Justice loved to watch him and spend time with him. When he was working, her mother would sit with her and play piano. That was until Justice's brother was born. Justice was all but a toddler at the time, yet she loved her brother more than anything. When Justice was killed, she never saw her family again. She'd been alone with the other souls. There were a few things she didn't even remember about herself. Her birthday, her brother's age, heck, she couldn't even remember her real name. As she thought of all this, Justice began to cry. Mettaton saw this and picked the little girl up into a hug. Justice sniffled and hugged Mettaton, resting her head on his shoulder. "There, there, darling," Mettaton said, rubbing Justice's back. Justice looked up at the robot with teary eyes. "What's wrong, darling?" Mettaton asked. Justice sniffled.
"I w-was j-just thinking about m-my f-family…" She replied, shakily. Mettaton's smile vanished, replaced by a look of grief. He sighed a bit and hugged the child tightly.
"I'm very sorry for tearing you away from them…" he said. Justice sniffled and hugged Mettaton, not letting go. The more she cried, the more attached she felt to him. And the more attached she felt, the more she wanted to be with him. But she wasn't upset. She felt safe for the first time in a while. Just being hugged by him. It was comforting… but why?