Undertale Stories

Smooch A Ghost

A/N: In the words of Mettaton, "Would you smooch a ghost?"

HECK YEAH (the only answer obviously)

This is a short piece featuring Mettaton EX, Napstablook, and Frisk. [SPOILERS FOR TRUE END AND METTATON'S BACK-STORY] Takes place after the barrier's been broken and Frisk is going around talking with all of the monsters.

Platonic Mettablook is the best platonic ship ever. Yessss.

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They returned to the place with all of the snails - the Snail Farm run by Napstablook. The human wondered if the ghost would be at home this time; maybe they could listen to some tunes together before heading to the surface. That would be nice.

As they arrived at the ghost's house (and the other one beside it that they found out was Mettaton's when he was a ghost), they soon saw a familiar figure that at the same time, turned and saw them.

There was a dramatic gasp from the fabulously-designed robot. "Frisk, darling!" And then the famous robot came running toward the human who stayed still. Mettaton gently grabbed Frisk into a hug that the human didn't fight off, they weren't very receptive to the hug though... "Oh, I wanted to thank you again! Did you come by to see me??"

Frisk shook their head and then pointed to the stunned little ghost in the corner.

Mettaton followed to where the human pointed and their features lit up. "Oh, you came to see Blooky? Fantastic!" And then Frisk was taken toward the slightly intimidated ghost.

"oh...... hi, I'm sorry..... what was your name again? Everyone seems to know it but me...." Napstablook's voice was a low murmur as they watched the human be put down in front of them.

"It's Frisk!" Mettaton answered for the casually standing human.

"'Frisk?' oh...... that's nice, I'll make sure to remember it from now on.......... so, um, what did you need?" They asked them, and once again Mettaton talked for them.

"I bet they're here to listen to your amazing and catchy tunes!" The robot boasted for their dear cousin and Frisk nodded to this.

Napstablook was taken aback by this, and it took them a couple of minutes to compose themselves. "oh......... that's surprising, I mean, um, shocking really. I didn't think they were that memorable, or, um...... catchy?" There was an awkward silence before the little ghost floated over to the door of their house. "come on in, I guess, if you want to..........." And then they fazed right through the door.

Mettaton was all smiles at his cousin. "That's my Blooky!" And he quickly followed, opening the door for Frisk who silently went in to the familiar home.

"We're here, darling!" Mettaton announced as if Napstablook didn't already know they were coming in.

"............... you actually came in, I'm surprised, I thought you might have been joking out there........" The ghost already had headphones on their head even though there was music playing out loud in their room.

Mettaton blanched as if offended by their cousin's words. "Of course we wouldn't joke about that, Blooky! You know me, I love listening to the music you make!"

The quivering ghost seemed to fade a little as tears gathered in their eyes. "oh..................... really? I'm sorry, I didn't realize..................... that was rude of me, I shouldn't have thought so lowly of you, forgive me................."

Before the ghost could fade away completely, Mettaton was quick to approach them. "Wait! Don't you dare go anywhere!" And the robot wrapped his arms around the ghost, who was promptly shocked. "Now didn't I tell you to start being a little more confident in yourself? I believe in you, Blooky, just as you do in me. I want you to shine on stage with me someday, don't you want that too?"

Tears poured from the little ghost's eyes but they stayed within Mettaton's arms. "I......................... yes, I do want to be by your side, on stage or wherever..... always," And Napstablook smiled a small smile at their cousin, who smiled back at them.

Frisk felt very content with how things worked out between the two ghost cousins. The peace-loving human had been feeling a bit restless with the unresolved relationship... but now it seemed all fixed and happy.

The brunet then remembered one of the first questions Mettaton asked them back when they first met. Had he been referring to Napstablook, perhaps? Frisk wasn't sure, but maybe it would make the little ghost happy and give them a confident boost. That's what friends were for, after all.

Would you smooch a ghost?

And Frisk promptly walked up to the two, and Mettaton saw and crouched down to their level, still holding Napstablook.

"Yes? What is it, darling?"

Frisk leaned up on their tiptoes to give a small kiss to first Napstablook's cheek (which the human just went right through) and then Mettaton's solid surface.

The two cousins were shocked by this, but as Frisk leaned back and away from the two, they immediately burst into blushes and/or flustered states.

"O-O-Oh my! Frisk, darling!" Mettaton held his cheek as he let go of Napstablook - who floated to the floor in a shocked stupor.

Frisk only looked on in a nonchalant manner, not really understanding the big deal and Mettaton cleared his throat as he tried to re-compose himself.

"Sweetie, you really shouldn't go around giving smooches--oh." A flash of realization crossed MTT's face and he suddenly beamed at the human. "You smooched a ghost! Oh! I can't believe you remembered that, it feels so long ago~" And then the robot looked down at his shocked cousin. "Blooky, dear, I hope you're not in shock or anything..."

Napstablook seemed to shake it off and floated back upright. "..................." They were at a loss for words.

Mettaton laughed then, good-naturedly of course. "Why, Frisk, I believe you just gave Blooky's first kiss!"

"...........................I'm just going to lie down and feel like trash now," Napstablook responded as they went to lay on the floor, in the middle of the sparse room.

"Oh! That's a family tradition! C'mon Frisk, let's join." Mettaton invited as he, too, laid down on the floor next to the ghost.

Frisk followed and laid down with them, listening to the smooth tunes as it lulled them to experience something ethereal and tranquil. Not of this world, even.

It made them smile, knowing they were in good company.