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Once the Villan Sanses had it all sorted out on their end of things, and the Star Sanses had it all good on theirs, The Villain Sanses went to the doodle sphere, along with the Star Sanses, leaving the two groups staring at each other, having had bumped into each other.

Dream: "... Oh... I guess that works..?" He says with a nervous chuckle.

Nightmare: "... H-... HAHA! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! All according to plan~" He says, nudging Error to go with it.

Killer: "I thought we were-" He gets cut off by Nightmare smacking him with a tentacle.

Nightmare: He mouths 'SHUT UP' to killer, before facing the Star Sanses again. "Now, how about we finish this once and for-"

Horror: "Wait, where's Fresh? I thought you guys were babysitting him?" He asks, tilting his head.

Ink: He squints. "We thought he was with you guys. Is he not?"

Cross: "No? We haven't seen him since the warehouse. Wasn't he living with you guys?"

Blue: "Well, yeah, but he said he had a big day today and left." He says, checking his phone for anything from Fresh.

Killer: "Maybe he's got a girlfriend~"

Nightmare: He rolls his eye. "Oh please, Fresh is anything BUT straight."

Error: "G-G-guys?"

Dream: "I don't know, Fresh seems like a lady's man, even if he's always wearing all THAT."

Cross: "Then again, his chest and hips are kinda more on the female side, you know?"

Error: "G-G-GUYYYYS?¿?"

Killer: "C'mon, being trans doesn't make you gay, Crossy." He says, rolling his eyes.

Ink: "Yeah, but have you seen the way Fresh looks at Dream from behind? The gayest shiz I've ever seen."

Dream: "W-wait, what-"

Error: "G-GUYS!¡¡! D-Dū$t is t-t-trying to s@y so-o-omthing¡¡¡" He says, aggressively pointing to Dust.

They all finally pause and look over, Dream's face a deep orange color.

Dust: "Fresh just texted me. He's heading bsck to your base to get something from the floor apparently. He also says he wants us to distract you guys." He says, reading from his phone.

Starting back at breakfast that morning, but over at the Villain Sanses hideout, aka the castle in Dreamtale, Horror is making chocolate chip pancakes, Killer playing with his knife, Dust reading a newspaper, Cross talking to Fell over the phone, Error sitting at the table, drinkjng coffee, and Nightmare just teleporting, looking disheveled from the pie thing.

Killer: He looks up from his knife. "Woah, wut happened, boss? And wut's with the pie tin? You trying hats now?" He says with a grin.

Nightmare: He glares at Killer, before throwing the pie tin at him. "Shut up. We need to start planning our next move."

Cross: He looks over, hanging up with Fell. "Don't you think they'll expect another attack? We've been doing it every day by now, always in the afternoon." He says, pointing out their pattern.

Nightmare: He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't with you idiots."

Horror: He brings Nightmare a stack of black burnt pancakes. "Here ya go, boss. Just how you like them."

Nightmare: "Thank you, Horror. AT LEAST SOMEONE LISTENS TO ME." He says loudly, before eating the black burnt pancakes, the others starting to eat the non-burnt ones.

Error: "S-so, wh@t is the p-plan, bøss¿?" He asks glitchily, sipping his black coffee.

Nightmare: "Well, I'm thinking we head directly to the Doodle Sphere. The won't see it coming since they'll be too busy with Fresh! Or penelope... O-or John- W-WELL, WHATEVER HIS NAME IS!" He says, snatching Error's coffee and sipping it, spitting in it before giving it back.

Killer: He shrugs. "We could always just go to Candytale. I mean, they're always the happiest, and pretty easy to make sad."

Horror: "Maybe Outertale?"

After that, they began overlapping, yelling at each other, throwing plates, until Dust of all people, spoke.

Dust: "Guys, I think somethings wrong with Fresh." He says, looking up from his phone, which he switched to when he got bored of the news paper.

Nightmare: "How so?" He asks with a hint of annoyance, setting Killer down, who he was about to throw at Cross

Dust: "Well, he usually texts me as John 3 times a day. He hasn't since yesterday, and he never misses a day." He says, looking back at his phone screen.

Cross: "Oh please, He's not THAT committed-" He is cut off by Dust showing them his screen, showing daily texts as far back as 3 years. "You've known him for that long???"

Killer: "Oooh~ Dusty has a boyfriend~~~" He says with a grin.

Horror: "Oh, yeah, he said something about looking for dark rocks during our most recent class." He says with a shrug.

Error: He squints. "D-d@rk ro-r0cks¿? Wa-wa-wh@t k1nd of bi-i-i-id is th-@?" He asks glitchily.

Horror: "Well, it was something like that. Shade diamonds? Black pebbles? Shadow shards?... Actually, that one was close, it was shadow something." He says with a nod, crossing his arms, not noticing Dust tensing.

After that anxious encounter, Ink remained more on the cautious side that day, until he eventually slowly forgot of the encounter.

Now, Ink, Blue, and Dream are in the middle of planning their next move for when the Villain Sanses attack again.

Dream: "So, let's go over it one more time. Ink, you keep an eye on the Swap, Color, Outer, and Epic region. Blue, you'll be on Horror, Murder, Candy, and Classic, and I'll keep an eye on the Doodle Sphere in case they end up causing chaos in any other regions." He explains, pointing at different Aus on their map of the Doodle Sphere, Ink and Blue nodding along.

Blue: "What about the Fresh situation? I haven't seen him since breakfast." He says, looking up from the map at Dream.

Ink: "I think he said something about having a 'big day' today. Maybe he's gonna go do those cooking classes with Horror?" He says, tilting his head, trying to think of what Fresh would be doing.

Dream: He lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course he is. Well, we can worry about him when he gets back. For now, we have to focus on the enemy." He says, standing up. "Are you two ready to head out?" Ink and Blue nod, getting up as well and following Dream through a portal to the Doodle Sphere.

Meanwhile, Fresh's presence resides in ScienceTale, sneaking around the laboratory from which Sci (Sciencetale's Sans) and the other scientists are expiramenting and writing things. Sci himself, however, is in his little office room, currently working on other ways (other than the ice) to stabilize the Core.

Sci: He's sitting at his desk, his head in his hands as he tries to think. "... Ugh." He grumbles, scratching out an equation on his paper and rewriting it with different terms. Just as Sci is about to take a sip of his coffee, he pauses, feeling a tall presence right behind him.

Fresh: "Heya, Science brah!" He says with a grin, spinning Sci's chair around and squatting down to see him eye to eye, gripping Sci's shoulder.

Sci: He flinches at the sudden voice, almost spilling his coffee. "O-oh! Fresh... My... Uh... My favorite Party goer..." He says forcing a weak smile, looking at Fresh.

Fresh: "Dat's Par-Tay goer to you! Anyways, I got sum sciencey questions for ya, lil' man!" He says, standing up straight again, leaning on his hand against the wall.

Sci: his eyes widen slightly, not expecting Fresh of all people to come to him with a scientific question. "O-oh, well, okay. What's up?"

Fresh: "Metaphorically, how would I make a portal to another entire dimension?" He asks, his sunglasses reflecting "ans wer" on them

Sci: He stares at Fresh for a bit, before looking down at his own lap. "Well, if the right materials are gathered, only a few minutes. It would take a lot of soul energy though, and probably destroy the body of the one who creates the portal... Why?"

Fresh: He shrugs. "Just checkin'. Hey, one more question. What does it take to open a Dark Fountain?"

Sci: His eyes widen. "A... A Dark Fountain..? Fresh, what on earth would you need a Dark Fountain for?" He asks, standing up and backing away.

Fresh: "No reason, no reason, just curious."

Sci: He stares up at Fresh, shaking slightly. "Fresh... Fresh, how much do you even know about the Delta Rune?" He asks, his voice shaky.

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After a bit of confusion from Nightmare's earlier appearance, Fresh serves them all plates of undercooked bacon, over-buttered and salted scrambled eggs, and cups of orange juice, before sitting down and starting to eat it.

Dream: He stares at the food with a squint. "U-uhm... I'm actually not that hungry..." He says, pushing the plate away slightly and pulling the orange juice toward himself, sipping from it.

Blue: "Yeah, same.."

Ink: He nods, also pushing his plate away, chugging the orange juice, having had tried the eggs.

Fresh: He shrugs, pulling their plates toward himself. "Have it your way. I got a BIIIIIIG day taday, y'all!" He says, starting to scarf down the food, seemingly ignoring the taste. The three nod silently.

A little later when Fresh is putting dishes away and Dream, Ink, and Blue are just about to leave, Ink pauses, noticing writing on his scarf. He starts reading it to himself, confusion on his face. He looks back at Fresh.

Ink: "Hey, Fresh. Who's 'she?'" He asks, having had written a reminder to himself to ask Fresh about that. Fresh's hands pause on a stack of plates.

Fresh: "I'm uh... Not sure wut ya mean, pal. I mean, I know a Lotta 'she's,' wuz there sumthin specific I said ta make dat sentence stand out to ya?" He asks, stepping toward Ink.

Ink: "Well, I can't remember, it's a bit foggy. But you did say something like 'she's calling' or something in that category. Why, what's with the secrecy?" Ink asks, tilting his head, confused as to why it seems like a deep topic to Fresh.

Fresh: He stops in front of Ink, staring down at him with an unsettling grin. "No reason, brah. But why ya gotta go diggin' in otha people's businesses? Maybe 'she's' important to me for what she can do for me, maybe it's an entirely different reason. Who knows? Now run along and go get back to playing super hero with your pals, will ya?" He says, placing a hand on Ink's (BIGFATBALD) head.

Ink: "What are you-" He pauses, feeling a chill up his spine, his body going stiff as his surroundings darken, a faint glow from Fresh's left eye being the only thing he can see right now.

Fresh: "You wouldn't wanna have a bad time, right, Ink? Go back to bein' nothin' but an unused sketch on a paper, no soul, no color, nothin' left but dat endless void? All because curiosity killed the creator. We don't want dat, right?" He says, his parasite writhing in his left eye, Fresh pulling one of Ink's vails of paint out of his satchel, putting it in his pocket and patting Ink's head patronizingly before Ink snaps back to reality, Fresh teleporting away with a glittery rainbow poof.

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The next morning, Dream, Ink, and Blue wake up to the smell of burning in the kitchen and all quickly rush in to the sight of Fresh assumingly attempting to cook while blasting "I'm Walking On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves on a boom box.

Dream: "Fresh! What are you doing!?" He yells, his voice barely audible through the music

Fresh: "OH! I'M COOKING 4 U GUYS TA MAKE YALL FEEL BETTAH FRUM LAST NIGHT!" He yells over the music before starting to loudly sing along. "I'M WALKING ON SUUUNSHIIIIIIINE! WOAAAAAOOOOH!"

Ink: "What are you making!?" He yells, a bit of a laugh in his voice.

Fresh: "I'M MAKIN' SUM EGGIES 'N BACON SINCE IT'S BLUE'S FAVORITE!" He yells back in a sing-song voice.

Blue: "No they aren't! And I think you're burning the bacon!" He yells, pointing to the oven.

Fresh: "NAH, BRUH! I PUT DA PIE IN THERE! DA BACON'S IN DA MICROWAVE!" He yells, finally turning of the song and opening the oven, a black, bubbling pie sitting in a pie pan in it.

Dream: He cringes. "Fresh, I don't think I wanna eat that..." He says, squinting.

Fresh: "Oh, it's not 4 eatin', dummy!" He says, taking the pie out of the oven and setting it on the counter top.

Blue: "Wait... Then what's it for?" He asks, looking at the microwave, which isn't properly cooking the bacon.

Fresh: "Oh, it's Nightmare's punishment 4 tryna wake yall up." He says with a shrug. As he says that, as if on cue, Nightmare's eye appears on the pie as his angry voice comes from it.

Nightmare: "Tell me again why the <{《FUNK》}> you made me into a pie, Fresh." He asks, trying to get out of the pie pan.

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Once they get back to the base, Ink, Blue, Dream, and Fresh sit at the meeting table, Dream and Fresh sitting across from each other, Blue being to Dream's left, and Ink being to his right.

Dream: "Fresh. What you did tonight was wreckless, irresponsible, and not to mention put the lives of your teammates on the line. So, what do you have to say for yourself?" He asks, staring at Fresh.

Fresh: He shrugs. "Not mah fault you guys distracted me." He says, looking back at the crack in the floor from a while ago.

Ink, Blue, and Dream stare at Fresh, Dream's eyes twitching as he sits down, pinching the bridge of his own nose.

Blue: "What Dream is trying to say is that, as a new recruit, you have to look out for us as we look out for you, get it? We look out for each other." He says, Ink looking at the crack in the floor as well, squinting at it.

Fresh: "I don't follow." He says, tilting his head, his sunglasses reading "??? ???" On them.

Ink: "Wut da diggity dang gang tryna converse to ya be dat birds 'o a fethah stick tagetha like fam, homie." He says, translating the words into Fresh's lingo.

Fresh: "OHHH- I dig, I dig, I'll be tryna fix up mah attention span, man." He says, nodding.

Dream and Blue stare at Ink for a while, before Dream sighs.

Dream: "Meeting adjourned. Everyone go to bed." He says, getting up and shuffling out of the room, Blue following. Ink and Fresh stay in the room, both staring at the crack in the floor.

Fresh: "... You feel dat too, Inky brah?" He asks, not looking away from the crack, his shoulders tensing slightly.

Ink: "Yeah... What is it..?" He asks, looking up at Fresh. Fresh continues to stare into the hole, his grin widening slightly.

Fresh: "... She's callin'... WELP! WE BEST GET TA BED BEE 4 DREAMY BRAH GETS MADDER DAN DA MAD HATTER!" He says, picking Ink up over his shoulder and leaving the room.

Ink: "W-wait! Fresh! Who's 'she!?'" He asks, Fresh throwing him into his room and slamming the door before Ink can get answers.

Ink stares at the door, before quickly pulling out a black marker and starting to write on his scarf, reminding himself to ask about that just in case he forgets by the time he wakes up, which he most likely will. Meanwhile, Fresh flops down onto his own bad, staring at the ceiling with a faltering grin.

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Nightmare: He lets out a sigh of annoyance. "You know what? Just kill them already." He says, summoning Scoundrel, Cross, and Fell to battle against Fresh, Dream, Ink, and Blue with Horror, Killer, and Dust.

They then all engage in battle, except for Nightmare, who watches, and Cross, who sneaks away, not wanting to participate. Mid-battle, Fresh, pauses battling and starts looking around. Dream notices this.

Dream: "FRESH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HELP US!" He yells, pushing Fell off himself and shooting a positivity arrow.

Fresh: "Just a sec-a-lay! I'm havin' sum of them nostalgic-y feelings!" He yells back, continuing to look through doors, Error still thrashing and glitching in Nightmare's grasp.

Blue: "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE REMEMBERING THAT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR SURVIVAL RIGHT NOW!?" He yells, whacking Dust and Horror with his hammer.

Fresh: "Just trust me!" He yells back, giving a thumbs up.

Ink: "IF YOU SAY SO!" He yells, creating a rope out of paint and tying up Scoundrel.

After a long, hard battle, the Villain Sanses finally back off and retreat, leaving Blue tired, Ink in an okay state, and Dream mangled, but slowly healing himself, Fresh still looking around.

Dream: "F-Fresh... Why didn't you help?" He asks, his breathing ragged.

Fresh: "Shush, I'm looking." He says, his ear up against one of the walls, knocking on various spots.

Blue: "FRESH. We could have DIED. You have to understand, that if you're gonna live with us and work with us, you have to do these things RIGHT." He says sternly, his voice filled with slight anger and annoyance.

Fresh: "Yes, yes, just let me find-" He pauses as the wall clicks in on a spot, which he pulls out and looks into, the others looking over with peaked interest.

Ink: "Did you find your thing?" He asks, trying to peek over. Fresh lets out a groan.

Fresh: "Awwman! My snacks are gone!" He says, throwing the tile to the ground and kicking it. The others stare at him blankly.

Dream: "... Are you serious? YOU JUST RISKED OUR LIVES CAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD SNACKS IN THE WALL!?" Dream snaps, his eye twitching.

Fresh: He waves them off. "Pfft, you guys are fiiiiine." He says, his hands in his pockets.

Ink: He squints at Fresh's pockets

Blue: He sighs. "Let's just... Let's just get back to base... Can't stay here for too long."

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Once Horror led Fresh inside, He went back outside, leaving Fresh in the staff room of the large warehouse-like building, which was more like a warehouse sized lab or hospital on the inside.

Once in the staff room, Fresh covered any cameras he found, which was only one, and spilled Ink, Blue, Dream, and his possum out of the bag, the possum screeching as he shoved it back in and teleported the bag away.

Dream: He blinks. "O-oh... I guess we can make this work..." He says, laughing nervously.

Blue: He stares at Dream wide eyed. "You can't be serious right now."

Ink: He looks around, mesmerized by the many colorful lights in the janitor closet.

Fresh: "Welp, wethah y'all likes it or not, we all headin' in tagethah!" He says with a grin, standing proudly while twirling his mustache.

The three of them stare at Fresh in an awkward silence, before the janitor closet door opens suddenly, revealing Error, who's eyes widen as he stares up at Fresh, his smoothie dropping.

Fresh: He turns around and his eyes widen in excitement "OH! HEY ERROR-NERRA-SAUSE! Where've you been, brotato chip-"

Error: He lets out the most loud, terrified, screeching, ear bleeding, high pitched scream imaginable, his Gaster Blaster appearing and attempting to blast Fresh, who dodges.

In the commotion, Ink, Blue, Dream, and Fresh make a break for it, slipping past Error and down the hallway, running.

Dream: "I THOUGHT YOU SAID NO ONE HERE KNEW YOU!" He yells, holding his hands over his ears due to Error still screaming and blasting.

Fresh: "I DIDN'T KNOW ERROR BROSKI WUZ GONNA BE HERE!" He yells back, blocking a blast from Error with a giant Furby, which blows up behind them.

They run into a large center room and stop running, having had bumped into Nightmare, Killer, and Dust. They all stare at each other for a bit, before Killer tilts his head.

Dust: His voice is quiet as he mumbles "Jhon?"

Killer: "Penelope? What are you doin' here?" He asks, also looking at Fresh

Ink: "Who's penelope?" He asks, looking up at Fresh

Fresh: "Oh, I work as a lady-model named Penelope sometimes, and I also work as a therapist named Jhon." He says, shrugging, taking off his mustache.

Just then, Error bursts in, pointing at Fresh accusingly.

Error: "Y-Y-YOU! YOU PARASITE!" He yells glitchily, charging up a huge Gaster Blaster.

Nightmare: He groans, wrapping his tentacles around Error. "Calm the 《{FUNK}》down, Error." He says, annoyance in his voice as he turns sharply toward Ink, Blue, Fresh, and Dream.

Nightmare: "You four. How'd you find us?" He asks, Horror coming inside.

Blue: "We-"

Horror: "Oh, hi Fresh!" He says, recognizing him now that the mustache is gone.

Nightmare: He looks at Horror. "You know this freak?"

Horror: "Yeah! You know that Saturday cooking tutoring I do? He's the client!" He says with a big ol' grin on his face.

Dream: "FRESH!???"

As Fresh began putting on the Janitor outfit, Dream began to explain the plan.

Dream: "Alright, so, here's the plan. Ink is going to create a distraction so you can get in without interrogation, Blue is staying here to let us know if anything goes wrong, and Ill get in through the back." He says in a shushed tone.

Fresh: "M-kay, and wut do I do?" He asks, tilting his head.

Blue: "Just walk in and act casual, and try not to talk too much, okay?"

Fresh: "Why not?" He asks, directing his attention to Blue.

Blue: "Well, janitors are usually depressed about being janitors, and you're basically incapable of acting that way, so yeah."

Fresh: He shrugs. "Fair enough."

Just then, Ink noticed Horror walking toward them, having had noticed voices, and taps Dream on the shoulder.

Ink: "Guys, we got a problem."

The rest of them notice and start panicking a little, before Fresh, out of nowhere, pulls out a huge colorful sack and stuffs them in, closing the sack and throwing it over his shoulder and looking at Horror face-to-face.

Fresh: He talks in a fake, deep janitor voice with a horrible italian accent. "Ey, Imma here for the-a janitor-a job-a."

Horror: He squints at Fresh awkwardly, before seemibg to trust him. "Oh, well, I'll go ahead and get you in the warehouse thing then. What's in the sack?" He asks, tilting his head.

Fresh: He shrugs. "Just-a me mama's spaghetti from home, nothing-a too sussy."

After hearing Dream call for him, Fresh left his room, heading back down the hall and into that meeting room. He passed by a wall clock, thinking "Damn, already an hour?" Before entering the room, where Ink, Dream, and Blue are all dressed in their usual clothes, Ink carrying a bag.

Dream: "Do you have everything you're bringing?" He asks, tilting his head.

Fresh: "Bringing for what?" He asks, his sunglasses reading '??? ???' On them in neon.

Blue: "The mission, remember?" He reminds, walking through the portal Ink painted onto the wall.

Fresh: "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Where we goin?" He asks, walking through the portal as well.

On the other side of the portal, they end up in a forest area with a large warehouse, Horror, Scoundrel, and Fell sans sighted outside, watching for any sight of them.

Dream: "Here. The Villain Sanses have planted themselves a base here, that warehouse, so we're here to eavesdrop on their plans so we can get a good idea of their next targeted AU. And you'll be useful since none of them have met you, right?" He explains, tilting his head up at Fresh.

Fresh: "Oh, so I basically just spy on em?" He asks, tilting his head.

Ink: "Not necessarily. You still need a disguise. For efficiency purposes." He says with a nod.

Fresh: "Does this work?" He asks, pulling out a janitor outfit and a fake mustache from nowhere.

ENJOY!!!

After showing DJ-Fur-B around the new room set up, Fresh decided to take a little nap (though he doesn't need sleep). During that nap, he began to dream of a liminal space.

He wakes up in a dimly lit laboratory, many scientists walking past him and speaking in disoriented voices, unrecognizable until he saw two scientists who caught his attention. One was a short yellow lizard-like woman with glasses, (Alphys), and next to her, a much taller, skeletal man with white skin, glasses, and a black turtleneck sweater.

Fresh followed them for a while, unable tk understand them but interested in Alphys' worried expressions. After a while, they entered a large, dark room where the only light source was a large cylinder tank in the middle of the room with a small, purple, fleshy mass about 4 inches in diameter inside it, pulsing ever so slightly.

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Once Fresh had left the meeting room, he headed down the hall, looking for the room meant to be his. The hall was long and had a grayish pastel palette to it, a few of Ink's paintings on the walls here and there.

Once Fresh found the guest room, he went in and turned on the light, looking around the room with pastel pink walls, a wooden wardrobe, a bed with pink unicorn bedding, a white vanity with a mirror, a bedside table with a lamp, and a large beige rug in the middle of the wooden floor.

Fresh: He lets out a sigh, flopping onto the bed. "Welp, looks like I'll be in here for a while..." He sits back up looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror, his focus on his left eye socket, where his parasite resides in, pulsing ever so slightly.

Fresh lets out a loud, dramatic, 'Ugh-like' sigh, starting to lazily teleport his things into the room, mumbling something about how stupid and how much of a big meanie his old land lord was for kicking him out.

After a good 10 minutes, Fresh had his whole room set up to his liking, the wardrobe filled with his colorful clothing, the vanity having a few colorful dream-catchers hung on it, and his bed covered in Furbies of all shapes, sizes, colors, and cultures, even the Korean one he got from a festival he went to. Fresh looked around his new room, nodding with approval at the new, neon look he's given it.

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Once they had breakfast cleaned up, they headed into their meeting room, which was a large room with a long table that had many chairs, though, only three of them looked used. One of the end chairs, and the two chairs to the left and right of the end chair.

Dream sat in the end chair, Blue sat to his left, Ink sat to his right, and Fresh sat all the way at the other end of the table, looking around the room.

Dream: "So, Fresh, as a temporary member of the Star Sanses, I believe you should come with us on our next mission as a sort of training thing, you know?" He says with a nod, smiling softly.

Fresh: He shrugs, looking at a gap between the floor boards. "Sounds good ta me. When we goin'?" He asks, looking up from the floor.

Ink: "In about an hour or two. Until then, you can start making yourself at home, I guess." He says, leaning, trying to see whatever Fresh was looking at.

Blue: "Down the hall, there should be a guest room that you can use." He says with a nod.

Fresh: "Great! So... Uh... Wut y'all gonna do while I do dat???" Fresh asks, his sunglasses having "??? ???" on them.

Dream: "Well, we'll be in here discussing what the strategy will be for the mission, and once we get there, we'll give you a summery." He says with a polite nod, Ink still squinting at the gap between the floor boards.

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Once they finished their conversation, Ink, Blue, and Dream went back to the table, where all the food, along with the toppings, had mysteriously disappeared except for the peanut butter, which Fresh was currently struggling to eat because of its texture.

Dream: "Fresh? We have come to a verdict, and have decided that you can stay until you find a new apartment on one condition" Dream said, Blue looking at the empty bottles of syrup, chocolate sauce, and honey on the table with pity.

Fresh: "Hm?" He perks up, looking up from the half empty peanut butter jar, his mouth sticky and covered in peanut butter, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, and just about a bit of everything that was on the table.

Ink: "You have to do the shopping." Ink says with a nod. Dream squints and looks at him.

Dream: "N-no, not that. You have to agree to become a temporary member of the Star Sanses." He corrects, Blue cleaning up the table from empty plates and trays.

Fresh: He swallows a mouthful of peanut butter. "Sure! Who's dat?" He asks, tilting his head, his sunglasses reading 'who dat' on them in neon.

There was an awkward silence before Dream spoke up.

Dream: "Uhm, that's our team name? Remember?" He says, smiling awkwardly.

Fresh: "... Dawg, ngl, that's a pretty stupid name. BUT! I ain't judgin'. We listen and we don't judge." He says, nodding, eating more peanut butter out of the jar.

Dream stares at him for a bit before sighing and grabbing a damp dish towel, walking closer to Fresh and starting to wipe the sticky mess off of his mouth.

Dream: "Yeah, I know, but it's better than naming ourselves something as obvious as 'the villain sanses,' or in our case it would be 'the hero sanses'." He says with a nod.

Dream: "Wait, you had an apartment? and a cat???" Dream asked, having had thought Fresh was homeless before this came up.

Fresh: "Uh, yeah??? But not no more! Well, I still have mah cat. Wanna see her?" Fresh asked, eating another pancake whole.

Blue: "Oh, I like cats! But on the more serious note, I'm not sure if you can-"

Just then, Fresh had pulled a possum out of seemingly nowhere.

Fresh: "This is Alexandria Allan Olivia Agave Pumpkin-Brisket Martinez the third!" Fresh said, holding up the possum as if it were a cat as the possum screeched and squirmed in his grasp.

Ink: "... I'm not sure if that's a cat, but she has a cool name!" Ink said, scooting his chair a little further away from Fresh to avoid getting clawed at by the possum.

Blue: "Yes, but like I was saying, I don't think you, nor your 'cat', can stay here, Fresh. This is our base, and in the past, we haven't really been allies. Especially with how much chaos you cause and your unexplained ability to possess people."

Blue stated, also scooting away from the proximity of the possum. (BTW, in this AU place, no one knows Fresh is a parasite yet, and Ink WOULD know, but he got memory issues. That's why he's Fresh's main target as a puppet)

Dream: "Blue, Ink, can we talk for a second?" Dream asked, getting up and going to a corner.

Ink and Blue were hesitant, before they got up and followed, Fresh at the table, eating the rest of the pancakes while he has the chance.

Dream: He looks around before huddleing up with Ink and Blue. "I think we should let him stay." He says, in a whisper.

Blue: "Are you crazy? He could be a spy or something!" Blue whispered, his tone one of worry.

Ink: "Plus, he's got a really big appetite, and I don't wanna be going to H.E.B all the time." Ink whispered, totally not making a reference to where everything's better.

Dream: "I know, but this could be our chance to get more members! Plus, maybe we could find out more about him? I mean, it'll only be until he finds a new apartment willing to take him." Dream whispered, having a good point of their end of things.

Blue: He sighs. "I guess that's true, and we could use some extra hands against the Villain Sanses..."

After Dream explained that he woke up and Fresh was kinda just... There... Ink got back, and also had a moment of wondering why Fresh was here. After that was sorted out, the four of them sat at the table.

Dream: "So, Fresh, since we're all here, could you tell us why you came in the first place?" Dream asked, taking a bite of his lightly syrupped pancakes.

Ink: "Yeah, now I'm curious." Ink added, putting some of the paint from a vial onto his pancakes.

Fresh: "Wellll~ I recently got evicted from mah apartment cause mah pet cat ate mah neighbor's toes, so I'm movin' in with you guys!" Fresh said, already on his third plate of pancakes somehow.