Us. {papyton}

32

Napstablook was crying.

Truth be told, he was usually crying, and tonight was no different.

Here he was, pitifully sprawled across the couch with some french pastries and Pride and Prejudice playing on the TV.

"Oh Elizabeth..." He sighed, stuffing a macaroon in his mouth and choking back a sob.

Less than 3 minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Blooky chose to ignore it, keeping his tear filled eyes on the screen. A moment later, the knock sounded again, harder this time and more insistent.

"Who is it?" Blooky paused the movie and turned to the door.

"Me." A gruff voice said.

"Who's me?" Blooky replied, annoyed.

'Me' sighed. "Blooky, it's me, Mad."

Napstablook's eyes widened. "Mad?! He stood up and rushed to answer the door. Just as said, Mad was standing in the landing, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"Oh gosh, it is you!" Blooky covered his mouth. "Mad, what are you doing here? The last time I saw you..." he trailed off. They both knew what happened.

"It's great to see you Blooky, really, but I have something important I need to talk to you about. It's urgent."

Blooky opened his mouth in surprise. "Wha-okay? Come in-"

Mad turned around to face someone, who Blooky hadn't noticed before. "Baby," He said softly. "Wait out here while I talk to him. It won't be long, okay?"

The person, a girl, gave him a thumbs up. "Got it."

"Who's that?" Blooky asked once they were both inside the apartment.

"That was just my fiancé." Mad smiled.

"Ah, congrats!" Blooky smiled weakly. "Sorry for the mess though..." He gestured around the trashed apartment. "I didn't know you were coming and-and usually only Mettaton sees it, so-"

"He's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You see...." Mad took a deep breath.

"He attacked me tonight. I was out minding my own business, with friends, and he savagely attacked me." He pulled up his left sleeve to reveal an obviously self-inflicted cut. But Blooky didn't know that.

Napstablook's eyes widened. "No....no he wouldn't do that!"

Mad nodded. "Oh but he did. He threw himself at me, and you see..." He gestured at the cut again.

"I fear there is only one way to deal with him, in case he tries to hurt me or you again. We should confront him about it and get it out of him why he did what he did."

Blooky ran his hands through his hair. "I-I never thought he'd do something like this."

Mad sighed. "Me and Helena, my fiancé, are going to confront him tomorrow afternoon. Are you in?"

Napstablook hesitated, and nodded. "I worry about him so much, you know. I just want what's best. For him."

Mad put a hand on Blooky's shoulder. "We all do."