Undertale Scenarios

A Friendly Sleepover: Napstablook x OC

"Ooh! Did I hear that right, Blooky? You're hosting a sleepover? Oh, I'm so proud of my poor introverted cousin! Your first social gathering!" Mettaton said, swooping down to give the ghost a hug.

"Oh. . . You misunderstand," he said quickly. "It's only Bashi that I'm inviting. . . We are working on a jazz mix. . . for the evening radio channel to use. . . "

Mettaton's face showed no disappointment. If anything, it only brightened up even more.

"Bashi? That handsome fellow that you're always around with?" Mettaton giggled, giving Napstablook a sense on unease. "Hmm. . . You know, I'm considering asking him out one of these days. Something new to excite my fans and to-"

"Excuse me?" Napstablook cut off harshly. Mettaton immediately quieted. This wasn't new to Mettaton, but that didn't make it any less scary. "I'm not letting you use my friend to please your crowd."

Still the same. Still always made Mettaton feel fear creeping quick like a deadly disease. If looks could kill, Mettaton would've been totally erased from the universe.

"Right. Sorry, Napstablook," the robot said obediently. He was no idiot. He wasn't going to let Blooky do that again. Not even for a new 'lover'.

Lover. . . ?

Mettaton gasped in realization. Why had he not realized it earlier?

"Blooky, when are you having the sleepover?"

"Why do you care?" he returned shortly. Mettaton laughed, letting no fear into the glorious sound.

"Just to make sure I don't interrupt Bashi and your time together. This is the first time you've opened up to someone out there like that, and this is your big-time crush."

Mettaton always was smarter than he let on, but Napstablook was the slightest bit surprised he hadn't figured out earlier. The ghost said nothing. There was nothing to say. Well, except maybe one thing.

"This coming Saturday. Also. . . I have a favor to ask." He allowed his whimsical, echoey voice back a little. Maybe it would give his cousin a feel of familiarity and security.

"Anything, darling."

"Do you mind. . . buying me a cheap, disposable phone? . . . You know. . . Something I can quickly toss out and. . . Can't be traced?"

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"BASHI! COULD YOU PLEASE OPEN YOUR DOOR!"

The monster sighed and let the back of his head tap lightly against the back of his chair. Third time this week, it must have been. Or maybe fourth? Whatever, but people seriously needed to stop yelling at his door.

"Got it, got it," he yelled in a half-groan. Upon opening the door, he found himself greeted by-

". . . Papyrus?"

"THE ONE AND ONLY!"

A look of confusion and exasperation stretched across his face. He didn't really need the noisy skeleton at this hour on this day.

"Good to know. Bye!" and SLAM. Sans was gonna kill him, but as long as it wasn't before the coming Saturday he was fine with dying.

Unless Napstablook would miss him? That would make matters complicated. Hmm, could he have fallen for him as he had for the ghost? Seemed like a very corny and romantic TV show where a person contemplates death and would have liked to die, if not for their one true love. Maybe there's something like that out there, he realized as he sat down on his desk, putting his elbows on the surface. Perhaps Mettaton made a show on that?