Mettaton strutted in and you followed after him, glancing around the room. It was very nicely decorated, and had a light and dark blue color scheme, with small accents of orange.
“Welcome …. To my house …. Enjoy yourself …. Or don’t …. I don’t mind either way....” The small ghost said softly, their voice had a defeated tone to it.
Mettaton slid off his coat and laid it on the back of the only couch in the room, then looked over to you. “Hun, I’ll take your coat.”
“Oh um, thank you.” You unzipped it and slid it off, handing it to him. “So um, are you going to tell me what’s going on now?” You asked.
He set your coat down with his and replied. “Oh right, of course, of course.” He smiled and stepped over to Napstablook, wrapping an arm around him. “I really wanted you to hear some of Blooky’s music. Just the other day you told me you wanted to, right?”
Remembering, you nodded. “Yes, I did, I’d love to hear it.” You smiled. “I mean, if you’d like to share it with me, Napstablook.”
“Oh …. Gee …. Okay ….” He said, floating over to his computer and turned it on.
You weren’t really sure how he did it, with his lack of arms, but he did.
Mettaton went over to the couch, sitting himself down, then patted the space beside him. “Don’t just stand there, darling, take a seat, get comfortable.”
Timidly, you sat down with him, but still keeping a fair space between the two of you. You looked more around the room, taking in the decor. It was simple, very simple. It was hard to believe that he and Napstablook were even related. All that was in their living room area was the couch you were sitting on, a small coffee table, a desktop computer, and a TV. Even though “Darling, wake up.” You heard a sweet voice call, but still practically asleep, you rolled away from the noise.
You heard the same voice speak to you again, but it was hazy and unclear. After a while, you felt your body being moved in some way and you began to wake up a bit more. Yawning, you rubbed your eyes and tried to speak, but your words just jumbled together into an incomprehensible set of syllables.
“What was that?” You heard the voice ask, riddled with laugher.
You pulled your hands away from your eyes and opened them, taking a moment to focus, Mettaton’s face was a mere few inches from yours. You were groggy and confused.
“Good morning, sunshine.” He smiled brighter than he already was.
Now almost fully awake, you looked around. You were still in Napstablook’s apartment, but Mettaton was holding you, not just holding you, but literally carrying you in his arms, as if you were his spouse he was carrying over the threshold. A wave of heat covered your body as you looked back up to the robot. “W-W-What are you doing?” You asked, in a wave of stutters.
“Oh calm down, sweetie.” he said, setting you down on the couch. “I was only going to move you away from the middle of the floor, I didn’t want you to catch a cold.”
You looked around, seeing the natural light had been replaced with lights from a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “What time is it? How long did I sleep for?”
“Hmmm, I think it might beee … two on the morning or so?” He replied.
“What?!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet.
Mettaton was taken over by a wave of laughter. “No no~ You were only sleeping for a mere half hour.” He reassured you “But my goodness, it looked like you were in the deepest sleep of your life. You looked precious.” The robot smiled.
You turned away, becoming even more embarrassed, glancing around the room for a third time, you asked “Where did Napstablook go?”
“Oh, Blooky had to step out for a minute to go buy some more snail food.” he replied.
You nodded and suddenly heard your stomach growl. Blushing a bit you turned back to Mettaton. “Hey, I think I'm gonna get going.” You said.
“Huh? Already?” He pouted.
You nodded. “Yeah, I'm starting to get a little hungry, and I don't eat ghost or … Robot food?” You asked, not sure if he needed to eat.
He chuckled. “I don't need to eat, honey, but I can if I want to.”
You nodded and grabbed your coat from the back of the couch.
“Hold on, darling.” He said “Do you even know how to get home from here?”
You paused “Uh… No…” You admitted. “But, I can probably wing it.”
“No no, I will not have one of my dearest friends wandering the city trying to find their way home. I'll walk you.” He said sternly, picking up his own coat, the fur one, and put it on.
You knew you couldn't get him to change his mind, even if you tried, you just caved and agreed. “Fine, fine, you can walk me home.” You said, admitting defeat.