Asgore lived a reasonable distance away from Toriel, seeing how he knew she wouldn't be too keen on living right next door to her ex-husband. However, Frisk recently noticed that Toriel had been gradually softer towards Asgore, despite the fact that she still refused to give in to the slightest bit of affection, such as a simple hug or handshake.

"You know your way back from here, right...?" Napstablook asked cautiously, making sure they wouldn't get lost.

"I'm pretty good at finding my way back, but worst case scenario, my dad could just take us back to my mom's house." Frisk shrugged, not worried. They knocked on the door.

The door almost immediately opened, and Asgore glanced down at the child, ghost, and flower. His eyes widened. "Frisk!" He stammered, turning bright red. "I...um...was just about to...call you..." He grinned nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. "Well...you...er...why don't you all come in...?"

Frisk noticed something seemed off about him, but decided not to say anything about it. "Is Undyne here?" they asked.

"Hm? Oh, yes, she is..." Asgore cleared his throat. "Uh...just...stay in the living room, and I'll be with you shortly!" He hurried out of the room and into the kitchen.

"What's up with him?" Flowey raised a brow.

"I don't know." Frisk frowned, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch.

Napstablook silently sat next to them, looking up when he heard voices come from the kitchen. It apparently seemed that Asgore wasn't alone.

Frisk must've heard the voices, too, because it didn't take long for them to hop up and sneak away. Napstablook wondered if it was a good idea, but decided to follow them anyway, curious as to who else was here.

"What do you mean they're already here!?" A female voice whispered furiously.

"Now, now...everything can still go as planned," a voice that sounded like Asgore reassured her. "I guess we'll just have to start early."

"BUT WE SIMPLY CANNOT BEGIN EARLY!" another voice cried, desperately trying to sound quiet (and miserably failing). "MY SPAGHETTI IS NOT YET FINISHED!"

"Shh. Calm down," another gentle voice soothed. "We don't want them to hear us, do we?"

Napstablook huddled close to Frisk. "What's going on...?"

Frisk opened their mouth to answer, only to be startled by the kitchen light abruptly flashing on, blinding them both.

"IT BURNS!" Flowey hissed, burying his head in the dirt in his pot.

Once Frisk's eyes adjusted to the light, they stared at the unexpected occupants in the room.

"See? I told you they'd find out!" yelled Undyne, shaking her head.

"Oh dear..." Asgore hung his head.

"What's happening?" Frisk asked, completely confused as to what was going on.

"We were planning a surprise for you two." Toriel approached them with a nervous smile. "Specifically you, Napstablook."

"...Me?" Napstablook's eyes widened.

"WE WANTED TO THROW A SPECIAL PARTY FOR YOU TO SHOW HOW MUCH WE APPRECIATE YOU!" Papyrus exclaimed. "WELL, MOST OF US, ANYWAY. SANS IS TOO BUSY NAPPING AT THE MOMENT, SO HE COULDN'T BE HERE. BUT ANYWHO—THIS WAS ALL UNDYNE'S IDEA! SHE WAS NOT CAPTURED, LIKE I SAID...INSTEAD, SHE WAS MERELY HERE THE ENTIRE TIME, PLANNING THIS PARTY!"

Undyne grinned uncertainly, shrugging a bit. "Well, yeah...I wanted to do somethin' nice for you to...y'know...make up for all those times I may have scared you a bit..." She laughed a little.

"Oh..." Napstablook could barely speak; he felt so overwhelmed by everyone's kindness. "I...I don't know what to say...oh..." He began to vanish.

"Napstablook!" Frisk grabbed his arm before he could disappear.

"S...sorry...it's a habit..." Napstablook wiped away a tear. "Thank you..."

"It is no problem," Asgore told him. "We also chipped in and got you some lovely gifts—apparently, Papyrus told us that you don't get gifts often?"

Napstablook turned a bit red, but slowly nodded. "There's just...nothing much that I want, really..." He paused, not wanting to sound rude. "But...I appreciate it..."

"Here you are. It's a bit small, but I think you'll like it." Asgore handed the ghost a small box that was neatly wrapped with a bow.

Napstablook carefully opened the present, and it was a small, white teacup that looked exactly like him. "Oh...thanks..." He smiled a little.

"Aw, that's adorable!" Frisk giggled.

"Here, Napstablook! Open mine next!" Undyne hollered, throwing her present his way. Napstablook yelped and let the present fly through him, but it was luckily caught by Frisk. "Whoops. Sorry!"

"It's okay..." Napstablook took the box and opened it, too. It was brand-new pair of headphones, much fancier than the old ones he had back in the underground. "Oh..."

"I know you like listening to your CDs and mixing music, so I thought you'd like these," Undyne told him. "I didn't really think it through, though...I mean, you probably have a million of these at your house, don't you?"

"Oh...no...I really like 'em...thanks!" Napstablook placed them on his head and smiled.

"Great!" Undyne wrapped her arm around him, making sure she wasn't too rough.

Papyrus rocked back and forth on his feet, looking nervous. "NAPSTABLOOK...I APOLOGIZE. I COULDN'T FIND THE PERFECT GIFT TO GIVE TO YOU AT SUCH A SPLENDID OCCASION...BUT TORIEL TOLD ME IT WAS OKAY SINCE I HAVE ALREADY GIVEN YOU MANY GIFTS! SO PLEASE DON'T BE UPSET—PERHAPS NEXT TIME YOU COME OVER, I WILL HAVE MORE GIFTS FOR YOU!"

"Oh...that's okay..." Napstablook smiled. "I'm not upset...thank you for everything..."

Toriel laughed, placing on her oven mitts. "My present isn't necessarily wrapped together, but I'm sure you will still enjoy it." She opened the oven, taking out a large pie. "I'm sure you've heard of my butterscotch-cinnamon pie, have you not?"

Napstablook nodded. "I have...but I've never tried it before..."

"Wonderful! Then this is your treat to take home to Mettaton. I bet he'll love it as well!" Toriel beamed, placing tin-foil on top of the pie and setting it on the table next to him.

Napstablook seemed to grow silent after that, and everyone awkwardly joined the silence, wondering if they did anything wrong.

"You like the gifts...don't you, Napstablook?" Frisk asked lowly, a worried look in their eyes.

"Oh...of course...it's just..." Napstablook looked down. "I just...sort of wish...Mettaton was here, too..."

"Oh," Toriel's smile drooped. "Well...I'm sure he'll be there when you return home," she spoke hopefully, but her tone almost sounded doubtful. She knew he was probably out performing who-knows-where. Undyne crossed her arms in annoyance, obviously thinking the same and not liking it one bit.

Suddenly, Frisk noticed that Flowey had been awfully quiet for the past 15 minutes. They looked where they had set him down, only to see that the flower was gone. "Flowey?" Their eyes darted around the room. "Where'd he go?"

"FLOWEY!?" Papyrus hollered.

Undyne immediately grabbed a spear. "If that little punk is even thinking about messing with any stuff—"

"Wait, shh!" Frisk listened closely around the corner, hearing a soft, whispering voice. "Flowey?"

The voice immediately stopped talking, only muttering a simple 'gotta go' before hopping out of the shadows. "What!?" Flowey grouched.

"What were you doing...?" At this point, everyone was staring at Flowey.

Flowey turned dark red, his face scrunched up in embarrassment. "None of your business!"

"Did you just call who I think you just called?" A wide grin began to spread across Frisk's face.

"N-no! I mean, well—" Flowey shook his head and bared his sharp teeth. "I said it's none of your business!"

"Who did he call?" Undyne asked.

SLAM!

"Blooky! Are you alright!?" Mettaton burst into the kitchen, taking no hesitation to swoop up his cousin in a hug.

"M-Mettaton...?" Napstablook looked up at him. "...I thought you were...busy..."

"Of course not; my performance was only last night! But it doesn't matter—as soon as I was informed that you missed me, I came here as quick as I could!"

"Wait...who told...?" Napstablook paused, his eyes trailing over to Flowey, who was currently trying to distract himself.

"Oh! Is that butterscotch cinnamon pie?" Mettaton picked up the pie from the table.

"It is! I gave it to Napstablook to take home and share with you." Toriel smiled.

"Wonderful! Thank you, Toriel; I've been looking forward to trying your pie!"

While everyone got distracted talking about pie and whatnot, Napstablook slowly flew over to Flowey.

"Don't. Tell. Anyone." The flower hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh...I think they already know, but..." Napstablook looked at the ground, then back at him. "Why...?"

Flowey huffed, making sure nobody else was near them. "I just...knew that Mettaton wasn't busy," he mumbled. "If you're wondering how I got his phone number, I heard Frisk mention it the other day and I kept the number to...make crank calls to him or something." He snickered a little, but stopped. "Also, like I said before, the last thing I wanna see is you crying like a baby all over again," he spat, forcing his anger again. He turned his head away, breathing what almost sounded like a sigh of…relief?

"Th..." Napstablook hesitated, but slowly held out his stubby arms and gave the flower a soft hug. "Thank you..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Flowey didn't even bother trying to wriggle out of his grip. He looked up, however, and noticed that Frisk was giggling at them. He groaned, knowing he was never going to hear the end of it from them.

"Well, Blooky, I think it's about time to head home now, don't you think?" Mettaton asked after everyone had stayed a while and chatted over tea and cookies.

"Oh...okay..." Napstablook slowly nodded. "We'll just need to get my stuff back at Frisk's house, if that's okay..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I have your things right here!" Toriel handed him his bag. "I grabbed it just in case you were to head home after the party."

"Thanks..."

"I had a lot of fun, Napstablook! We should do this again sometime!" Frisk hugged the ghost.

"Yeah...I had a lot more fun than I thought I would..." Napstablook smiled, glad that Mettaton practically forced him to come over.

"I knew you would, darling," Mettaton grinned, and he lit up. "Oh! I have an idea—perhaps Frisk should stop by for a sleepover at our house sometime!"

"I was just thinking that earlier today," Frisk told him with a laugh.

"Well, that's fine with me. At least I know that Frisk will be in good hands." Toriel winked. "Maybe sometime later this week we can do just that."

"Yay!" Frisk bounced around.

"Well...I'll see you later, Frisk..." Napstablook waved goodbye.

"Bye, Napstablook! Thanks for coming over!" Frisk picked up Flowey, who mumbled "bye", but didn't look at him.

"BYE BYE FOR NOW!" Papyrus happily cheered.

"See ya, punk!" Undyne grinned, and Asgore and Toriel waved and said their goodbyes as well.

"I'm very glad they threw this whole party just for you," Mettaton told his cousin once they shut the door. "Now you see how much everyone loves you?"

"Y-yes...and I love them, too..." Napstablook had a tear in his eye, not realizing how people were willing to do so much for someone like him. He used to believe he was worthless and boring and that people only invited him to things because they felt sorry for him, but he believed it no longer.

With that, Napstablook and Mettaton headed home to eat their lovely pie and enjoy each other's company.