Undertale Scenarios

A Ghost of Not-really-Christmas Past (OC x Napstabot)

A gale of laughter rose from a group of friends he passed by, hearing Mettaton calling out to several guests in greeting as he followed behind him.

"Miranda, you look absolutely ravishing! Is that your sister? Why, hello, Antoni-Oh my goodness, Bratty, Catty, I haven't seen you two in forev-You must be Dave? Oh, honey, Alphys told me all about you. . . Cousin! Wait up!"

"Someone's being friendly. . . " He teased, cracking a small smile at Mettaton. He quickly stepped to the right, almost having bumped into some green sweater-wearing weirdo.

"Oh, Blooky, it's almost second natu-Helen! I haven't seen you since-oh, you brought. . . Lemon squares. . . L-lovely, I'll talk to you la-" Mettaton quickly caught up to Napstabot and let out a low groan.

"I absolutely hate Helen. How does Toriel stand her and all those whiny PTA pests?" the robot muttered.

"Maybe too friendly," Napstabot added with a quiet stare, raising a gloved hand to push away a stray strand of platinum-white hair.". . . Ugh. . . It's harder to keep hair neat with a Santa hat rather than a cap. . . "

"Sweetie, crazy hair is nothing. Look at how people with real hair do it! If they can handle it, then it mustn't be too difficult."

"Speak for yourself. . . You've had your robot body for half of your life. . .  That's a lot of time to get used to hair. . . ."

"Oh. . . Whatever!" Mettaton scoffed in a mock-offended tone. They laughed in unison just as they reached the raised platform. "Well, here it is, darling. If you need anything, just-"

"Okay, sure. . . " Napstabot replied, brushing him off with a half-hearted wave. Mettaton sighed and went off into the crowd.

Sadly, Napstabot stood in front of the control mixer. The speakers were lined with a light blue as well as the DJ stand. At least Mettaton let him know it was bought especially for him, but it didn't help the fact that he was still so goddamn torn up.

"Hey."

He did a double-take and jumped back as he found himself face-to-face with a skeleton.

"Oh. . . Hey, Sans. . . You're Sans, right?"

The skeleton laughed loudly, clearly amused by what he said.

"Sans?! Hell naw! Dude, I think ya got the wrong skeleton," he snorted, blue eyes glittering brightly. Immediately Napstablook's eyes wandered to his green sweater, with a poorly embroidered 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' on it.

"This was homemade, thanks," the unknown monster said with a smirk. "Not as tacky or as ugly enough to fit some human standards but. . . It'll do."

"Definitely," Napstabot replied, not knowing what else to say. There was nothing much to say. He wasn't sure he was comfortable around this weirdo. Not to mention he had a bottle of alcohol with him and that was freaking him out slightly.

"So, ya from this place?"

"Oh. . . Um. Yeah. I always stick with my cousin. . . Don't really have anyone else to. . . Be with. . . " he looked awkwardly at him.

Would it be considered a lie? Maybe. Mettaton was a billionaire, he could've booked him a flight anywhere. Hell, he could've bought him a private jet - or fifteen thousand. He could've easily reached the one monster he could only reach through blasted emails, texts and calls ever since being separated by the barrier's opening. Yet he hadn't. It just felt so wrong. Too quickly seemed too early. Then when he had waited long enough, it seemed too late.

He would miss his lover. He really would. The first one he had ever physically felt that wasn't a ghost.

"I got invited to the party since I'm visiting some fellow skeletons. Papyrus and Sans, who you probably know already." He could practically hear the smirk on his face. Napstabot fought back the urge to run away when he came closer. "Say, how'd you get a pass to a party of Mettato-?"