A thud jostles Napstablook awake. They roll over, trying to go back to sleep. A floorboard creaks and their eyes snap open. they quickly grab for their glasses, getting out of bed and creeping to their bedroom door, silently opening the door. Out of the reflection in a window, they see movement in their kitchen. Their heartbeat jumps but they breathe slow, quietly shutting their door and locking it. They lean against the door, straining to listen.

No one could know that they live here, they made sure. It must be a burglary. They can wait it out in their room.

"Looks like our Ghost is a fan of mettaton" they hear, softly whispered and is met with a soft scoff of laughter. Their heart drops in their chest and they quickly but silently move to grab their phone. They take it with them into their closet, hands shaking as they call their bodyguard. They numbly wonder how much a house call will cost as the phone rings.