Frisk had a feeling of why Mettaton was looking so depressed, but tried not to pay too much attention to it. However, Papyrus strolled up to him and tried to ask him what was wrong.

"Nothing, Papyrus. I'll explain later.." Mettaton sighed. They walked to the backyard, leaned on the fence, and sighed dramatically. Not much later, Napstablook exited the house. He floated over to Frisk.

"Hey... I need to talk to you.." he said quietly. You slowly nodded and walked back inside. A tear dripped down his face.

"Mettaton told me.. that I shouldn't grow attached to you because you're living and won't be around longer than me..." He started crying. Frisk wiped a few tears away.

"Hey.. hey. Don't be sad, just enjoy the now. I'm going to be around for... a long time. It'll.. feel like an eternity." She swallowed. She could reset over and over. But how long until his love would grow boring?

Napstablook shook his head. "No, no it won't! I'm going to be the one around for all eternity! Unless... Unless I turn corporeal.. I- can't.. I can't do this, Frisk..." He ran away.

Frisk followed him quietly upstairs, hoping he was unaware that she was there. He locked his door, but she could still clearly hear him. Muttering things like, "No.." "I want this to end..."

She lifted a hand to knock on his door, but an arm on her shoulder stopped her. It was Sans.

"Not a wise choice, kid. C'mon, we have to prepare for the party. It'll help cheer everyone up." He mumbled. Frisk slowly nodded and followed after him. She could feel her heart slowly crack as she walked away, Napstablook's sniffles and sobs echoing through her mind.

Sans walked her to the kitchen and living room. The area had been decorated well with 'Happy Birthday' balloons and pastel ribbons. A ghost cake, and a corporeal cake were placed in the middle of the room. Papyrus held a box in his lap, the lid slowly shaking.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS ORDERS YOU TO STOP, YOU STUPID DOG!" He said loudly, Sans shushed him. There, the three heard the door slowly shut. Mettaton, looking a little happier, entered the room.

"So, we're really going through with this, huh?" he sniffled. "Marvelous.. marvelous. Tell me when to get Blooky, darlings.." and he sulked away. Frisk frowned. Was he not happy for Blooky? Maybe he was just bummed about the argument between him and his cousin.

"Hey, kid, hide under this table. We're going to send Mettaton to go get him in a few seconds. I'll hide underneath the other. Papyrus, got the box?"

"HURRY UP, IT'S RATHER A PAIN TO KEEP THIS LID SHUT." He complained. Sans took that as a yes.

"Go get him, Ton."

Mettaton slowly nodded and walked upstairs. They could all faintly hear their conversation.

"Blooky.. Darling...? I wanted to say sorry. I have something for you to make up for it. Trust me, it's not as good as I would have liked, but it's something.."

The door creaked open and Napstablook nodded, a tear rolling down his face. "I'm not feeling up to it... Sorry..."

He went to shut the door, but Mettaton seemed to keep holding it open. "Darling.. please? Let me make up my foolish mistakes to you. Come downstairs, quickly!" He turned around and ran down the stairs, suddenly looking really happy. Napstablook gloomily followed, but looked puzzled when he saw the decorations and cakes.

Frisk and Sans crawled out from underneath the tables, Sans also threw confetti at Blooky.

"Happy Birthday, Darling!" Mettaton laughed.

"Happy Birthday!" Papyrus, Sans, and Frisk echoed. Blooky looked confused.

"I don't understand... I don't have a birthday..?"

"We noticed how sad you were when you said you didn't have one, so we decided to give you one! See, we have cakes for both ghosts AND uh.. not-ghost people, so you won't feel left out!" cheered Frisk.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS ALSO HAS A GIFT FOR YO- OUCH!" The lid of the box Papyrus had been holding down sprung off the top at a great force, and hit him in the face. The dog inside leaped out and jumped up at Napstablook, who seemed to be enjoying himself a little.

"YEAH.. WELL.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WAIT, HOW OLD ARE YOU TURNING AGAIN?"

Frisk laughed, and glanced back at Mettaton. He seemed to be now a lot happier. Maybe this did help cheer everyone up.

"Don't forget the music, darlings~" Sang Mettaton. He turned on his own theme song, Death by Glamour.

All through the rest of the day and through the night, the group at times struggled to keep the party going, but were determined, especially Frisk, to make this first birthday party for Blook to be the best. There was also a little bit of drinks, as Sans drank it all. He slowly became more and more sloppy through the night. At one point, he staggered up to Blook and said, "C- *hic* mon.. kid. Show us that *hic* lil dapper thing you wanted to show us that one- *hic* day." Napstablook turned a little pink, as a hat began to slowly form on his head. "Do you guys like it...?"

Everyone smiled and laughed in true joy, which made even Napstablook smile a little. He wore his dapperblook for the rest of the party. It slowly died down as the stars shone above.

As Frisk slowly fell asleep in her bed that night, she heard someone open the door. She didn't turn to look, but had a feeling who it was. They made no sounds as they made their way to Frisk. Quietly, they muttered in her ear,

"Thank you.. it was very fun..."

The door creaked shut. Faint, muffled giggling could be heard outside in the hallway. As Frisk faded into a deep sleep, she smiled.