So from here on out, it'll just sort of be random character development until I can think of a plot. And eventually I'll have some pictures up of them too!

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As Muffet bit into her piece of cake, she realized that fondant was gross. She tried not to make a disgusted face as she swallowed the sugary dough. At least her cake tasted good. "Well, darlings, I'm afraid we're out of time! Now, excuse me as I go finish off this delicious cake!" She told the camera with a grin. She picked up the plate with the heavy cake on it and walked off of the set.

All around the short girl, stage crew members were congratulating her for a great first episode of her new show.

She ignored most of them, except the one that she had to ask where her dressing room was.

"Uh, Miss Muffet, you share a dressing room." The stage hand muttered.

"With whom do I share it?" Muffet yelled. Even when she was off-camera, she still had to sound fancy.

"All, uh, of the other female stars on this channel." He said, hoping that he whispered softly enough that Muffet couldn't hear him.

Muffet rolled her eyes and continued on her way. She'd just find an unused room that she could use as her own dressing room.

"Muffet!"

She looked around. 

"Psst!" A boot kicked her arm from around the corner. 

"Mettaton." She growled. Anyone on set could recognize that boot. 

"Come here, darling!" Mettaton grabbed her arm and yanked her into his office. 

Muffet groaned. "What do you want, Mettaton?" She asked with obvious boredom in her voice.

"You see, you bake your cakes wrong." The perfectionist boss said with a sigh. "You use too many ingredients that just aren't necessary."

"Coming from the guy who doesn't even use flour in his cakes!" Muffet yelled. "Flour is necessary!"

"What about flourless chocolate cakes?" Mettaton shot back, holding up his hands with a fake innocent look.

"Oh, they're awful. The texture is bad." Muffet complained, giving her boss a smug grin.

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"M-Mettaton?" Napstablook cautiously opened the door to his cousin's office to see that Mettaton was on top of his desk and Muffet was sitting on him. She was sipping tea contentedly while Mettaton was screaming at her.

"Hi, Napstablook! Would you like some tea?" Muffet asked, giving the teen a wink.

"Blooky! Help me! Get her away from me!" Mettaton cried, flailing his arms.

Napstablook simply backed out of the office and closed the door.

"I hope you know that until you learn the proper way to bake a cake, I'll forever pester you about it." Muffet whispered to her boss as she stood up and walked out of the room as well.