It's a quiet day in Waterfall...where two houses adjacent to each other sit in peace.

(A/N Well, kind of. How should I know, I don't live there. I just work here, sorry.)

Anyway, these two houses were home to two very different ghosts: Napstablook, a blue-tinted ghost that liked to listen to music, and Hapstablook, a pink ghost with bangs covering one eye, who liked to make music. These two ghosts were cousins, who seemed like polar opposites- a dramatic foil in its entirety. In reality, two relatives couldn't have been closer. Well, except the Skeleton brothers, but that's another story.

(A/N Now, I might be making crap up. "Hapstablook is the name of Underswap Mettaton!" you say? WELL HOW THE HECK SHOULD I KNOW? Sorry. It's just how I've referred to Mettaton's ghost form. Please continue.)

  "BLOOKIE!!" Hapstablook called from their pink-clad room. "I can't find the file with my song's lyrics!! Where is my notebook?!"

  Napstablook floated into the room. They nodded to a fuzzy pink book next to the bed. "Is that not it?"

  Hapstablook shook their bangs. "Nonono, that's my diary, dear...uh...Well, where could I have put it?!"

  (A/N It's going to get REALLY confusing REALLY quick. So I'll just refer to Hapstablook as a she and Napstablook as a he. There, my ADHD is solved...)
edit: hhhholy shit no I will not, I've established they both use they/them and so they will use they/them. I apologize for past me being a bitch about neopronouns holy shit

  The blue ghost floated around as Hapstablook searched for the lyrics. A few scattered pages caught his eye. He couldn't help reading what was written.

  "H-H-Hapstablook? You don't mean  that, do you?"

  "Hnn?" Hapstablook turned around to find Napstablook looking through the pink lined pages.

  "Blookie, I uh...I...uh..." Their voice trailed off as they didn't know what to say. They wanted to get mad at their cousin for sneaking a peak at her private desires. But they couldn't, as it was their own cousin. The two were stuck like glue!

  "You don't really want to leave me, do you?" Napstablook found it hard not to cry. They met the eyes of the pink ghost, equally battling tears.

  "No!" Hapstablook cried. "I-I'll make sure you'll come! We can be famous together! Everyone will love us!!"

  "E-Everyone?" Napstablook blushed. The thought of fame both excited them and made them sweat. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't have anything in particular to be remembered for..."

  "Sure you do!" Hapstablook smiled, trying to keep up the hopes of her cousin."You look absolutely DAZZLING in that top hat of yours!"

  "D-do I?" The ghost beamed. "Y-yeah! I could start a new trend! I'll be known as...Dapper Blook!"

  Both ghosts grinned at the thought of fame and fortune, each adding some new idea until the thought became unimaginably impossible. They soon left the room, forgetting about the file of lyrics sitting on the nightstand, right beside the bed.

  The diary was never mentioned since then. Hapstablook always made sure their cousin was happy, even if it meant leaving their ardent wish...

  ...to have a real body.

(A/N Hi guys! Alan here! So I hope you like my new work- I'll try to update it as often as I can! Please tell me your opinion on the work! Bye for now!)