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Given Kabbu’s profession, it wasn’t too out of the question for him to be tasked with exploring random caves. It seemed unassuming...at least until the ground gave out from under him. He couldn’t tell how long exactly he fell for, but when he hit the ground he couldn’t stop himself from screaming out in pain.

He wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not he landed on his stomach. Sure none of his limbs were broken, and his wings were spared, but good grief he was in agony. He laid there, wallowing in his broken state for a few moments before bracing himself on the ground, groaning out loudly as he forced himself to stand, stumbling back once he was on his feet before he looked down.

His shell was covered with a spiderweb of cracks, but nothing was missing. There were no holes, though given how much pain he was in there was probably some internal damage. Seeing no signs of other bugs, Kabbu would limp forward, fighting through the pain.

The moment they stand before Ghost, Pure grabs them by the shoulder and stares them down. As threatening as they seem to be, they didn't quite have an angry look to them. No, they weren't angry. They were incredibly concerned. Even their hold wasn't a violent one. It was firm, but still gentle. They knew restraint.

"I know you don't want to concern me, but you would do a much better job if you weren't so awful at keeping secrets from me. Now I'm tired of it, and you are going to tell me what's been wrong with you. I'm not a fool like you seem to believe I am."

They'd spent many, many years being observant, they weren't stupid. It did irk them that Ghost didn't think they would catch on. Regardless, they do soften just a little after that.

Today was, for the most part, a rather calm day. The infection was gone, and while it was still rather depressing to see all the unmoving corpses littering Hallownest, Ghost had chosen to spend the day down in the Forgotten Crossroads with their sibling anyways; specifically, in the hot springs.

The height difference between the two was rather amusing for pretty much anyone who may have actually been nearby to watch. Ghost was watching their sibling as they sat in the deepest part of the springs and still was well above the water, whereas Ghost themself couldn’t wade too far in without sinking completely under the surface. It was a good thing that the vessel had learned how to swim during their adventures in Hallownest, and an even better thing that due to being born of void in the Abyss, they couldn’t really drown anyways.

A fact that they seemed to be taking complete advantage of, the short vessel wading underneath the water towards their sibling to try and climb up their leg. They wanted to be close to Hollow, as after all, this was supposed to be relaxing time spent together. Plus, little siblings (even if in reality they were twins) are just kind of like that.

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Original lines from Mun that were provided

“I’m human. What are you?”

Chara sat down on the ground, glancing up and down at them but not in a rude way. This creature looked very interesting, was it a MONSTER? She didn’t know but she wanted to get to know this being as well. She takes a bite of her piece of chocolate she loved it. 

NiGHTS stared down at the swirling pool of darkness below the dream gate, solemnly gazing at what used to be her home. Had Nightmare actually been a home though, or was she just telling herself that? She cherished her time with her ‘family’ to be sure, but Wizeman...every day had been torture. 

Not just for the visitors whose ideya they had been harvesting, but for her as well. Her nonexistent heart had been breaking with each one they took, having to hold back any of the swelling emotions threatening to come out during their meetings with their ‘father’ Doing her hardest to take only one ideya per visitor, never leaving them with none if she could help it.

Sometime’s that torture had been literal, leaving scars that remained even through shape-shifting. Even the vistors weren’t safe from his wrath, that was how she had gotten her red ideya shard after all.