[It has been a common occurrence tonight for Mettaton to go silent after receiving a present from his friends. Each time, it has been because it was something significant, or sweet, or deeply symbolic of something important to his relationship with them.

This is no exception.

Does she know? Did she do this on purpose? On this day, many years ago, she gave him a body that looks just like this, only bigger. And free for him to possess. It was the first time he had ever felt truly whole. And now here she is, symbolically giving him something that represented that, all over again.

He doesn't know how to feel at first, though a small part of him seems to whirr a bit in worry over how blatant this is, but he hushes it quickly. No one else who saw this could understand after all.

When it beeps it almost sounds like words to him, his systems immediately trying to interpret the binary it translated into. He doesn't understand it, not really, but he feels with time he may get some meaning out of them. He lifts the tiny robot up and closer to his face to examine it more.

But does this mean he's now RESPONSIBLE for something? Good lord. This is like a child. Alphys gave him a child. As symbolic and lovely as this is, and how cute this tiny version of himself is, he really can't be the one to take care of a budding sentient-

The Mini Metta, who has been staring at him as long as he's been staring at it, beeps louder and then swats him on the face.]

I!! ...Oh. I'm sorry little one, I was staring at you for too long, wasn't I?

[He holds it away from his face again as it continues to lambaste him through loud beepings. It puts its hands on its "hips", somehow giving him a Look.

He smiles gently at it. Well. He has a child now. He then turns that smile of his back towards Alphys.]

I would like to keep him, yes. I think we'll get along well. Thank you Alphys, this... this is very sweet.