Shyren and Napstablook go on a date

Alphys pushed her door open, and yelped when it hit Napstablook.

Well - not hit, exactly. But Napstablook played the part, if a few seconds late, and dutifully moved backward and keeled over.

"Sorry..."

"No - I'm - it's fine," she stammered.

Napstablook turned a shade more transparent and looked around. "Oh no..."

"Really. It's fine. Do you, um, want to come inside?"

They floated in, clipping slightly through the doorframe.

"You... you made Mettaton's body, right..."

"Y-yes?"

Napstablook was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm... going on a date with Shyren..."

"Th-that's great!'

"To a restaurant..."

Napstablook paused again.

"I don't think they have ghost food..."

"Ah."

Alphys waited a full ten seconds for Napstablook to continue.

"Would you..." she started. A glimmer of hope appeared in Napstablook's eyes. "Would you like me to make you a body?"

"Oh... that would be... really nice..."

"I've, um, got some old prototypes in the back. Follow me."

"I hope they're not so flashy..."

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Shyren sat waiting in the restaurant. She was alone, for once - her agent had the night off. Her date hadn't arrived yet.

The squeaking of tiny wheels drew her attention. A metal object, roughly the shape and size of a shoebox, was rolling toward her table. There were a few panels and screw holes on its surface, but it was mostly featureless.

Stilts telescoped from the bottom, lifted it into a chair, and retreated.

"Hi..." sounded Napstablook's voice, a bit tinny from a speaker in the box.

Shyren smiled.