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 everything was pretty simple, hooked up to their computer was a high tech speaker system, no expense was spared.
Napstablook turned back to the two of you. “I’m …. going to play the music now ….” They said softly, then turning back to their computer and played it.
The music had a very interesting and unique sound. It reminded you vaguely of halloween for some reason, you weren’t exactly sure how to describe what you were listening to, but all you knew is that you were enjoying the melody. Listening to it more intently, you leaned back and sunk into the soft cushions of the couch, closing your eyes to take in the music better. Once the song ended, you opened your eyes again, seeing Mettaton leaned in close to you, watching you intently. Heat rising to your cheeks, you sat up straight. “W-What?”
“Did you like it?” Mettaton asked, a slight nervousness in his tone.
You nodded “Yes, I really did.” You smiled. “The composition and flow was really nice. I also really liked that little transition in the middle.” You said, a bit nervously. You weren’t all that educated with music terminology so you hoped that what you said actually made sense.
“Oh …. That’s really nice of you ….” The ghost said, then their eyes filled up with tears and began to cry of joy.
“See, Blooky, I told you they would like your music.” Mettaton said, getting up from the couch to go to his cousin.
What Mettaton just said, suddenly struck a chord with you. If he had previously told Napstablook that you would like their music, that ultimately meant that he had been talking about you, right? Were you reading too much into everything again? Oh god you hoped not. But suddenly, Sans’ bits of advice popped into your head, telling you to not stress about it and let things fall into place. You dook a deep breath and tried to bring yourself back down to earth. The exuberant robot was still hugging his cousin, whose tears had stopped and mouth turned into a smile.