#blookymuch

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oh

there are so many of you

ill make another one for the rest right aftter posting this

im napstabot, or blooky, or napsta

i share this blog with an alternate version of my cousin, who also happens to be a robot...

It was with a bittersweet softness to his smile that Mettaton approached the twin houses of Blook Acres, though he had to force himself not to look at the pink door whose key had been lost for what seemed like an age.

He knew his cousin would probably be inside; they never did like going outside a lot. Too much music to make, of course! But for some reason something else held the bionic superstar back from simply knocking outright (surely not stage fright?!) and had him kneeling with his audio receptors presed to the door.

The eerie synth tones of spookwave could be heard from within, and Mettaton’s head swayed in time. After a moment he cupped his hands to the keyhole, placed his mouth up to the hollow area and sang in a low, soft voice:

Napstablook had no idea what was going on but, here they were, staring at another ‘them’. 

❝….i don’t understand..❞ They muttered more to themselves, was this actually happening?