Fresh New Antivirus

Ch. 77 - Pre Meeting

(A/N: T^T we made it so far - so prouds of you and me)

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Classic has been around for ... well. He's been around a long time. And most of that time is spent doing the same basic things - even so, when big things happen, not much can phase the skeleton. Or perhaps he's just too numb to know when he's surprised anymore.

Beyond a curious blink, Classic didn't react much to the sudden unorthodox appearance of Fresh and Ink.

Classic casually plucked a piece of confetti out of the air before it disappeared to examine the writing on it.

*For radical multiversal mishap management, call me! #XXX XXX XXXX YOLO!!

Classic hummed, pocketing the paper. Never knew when you needed to inquire about someone's refrigerator status. Most of the others were too distracted to notice the writing as the room fell into confusion.

For a moment Classic thought he spotted a smiling green frogget in the corner.

"YOU'RE GOING TO BE A BAD INFLUENCE ON INK, AREN'T YOU?" Blue said dejectedly to Fresh. His face palm had shifted into pinching his nasal ridge.

Fresh smiled smugly. "Nah, broski. Imma be the best influence." Fresh put an arm over Ink and noogied him. As Ink was barely managing to stand due to the roller skates he was helpless.

"Nooo! Not the noogies!" Ink bemoaned.

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During the same time as the confusion in the meeting room, two portals, one light and one dark, appeared in the living room of the Star Sans base not too far away.

From the dark portal exited Nightmare holding a file containing a disconcerting amount of loose papers, and even stick notes. From the light one came Dream - followed by Horror, Cross, Dust and Killer. The ghosts CC and Ash remained unseen but also chose the light portal.

Nightmares' expression was dark. But those who knew him recognized the sulky face well.

"Aww is whittle Night-Night salty we took his bwovers portal~?" Killer teased, poking Nightmares check. The hand was slapped away by a tendril.

"No. I'm upset we wasted so much time on games." Nightmare denied. "We could have spent that time organizing for the meeting."

"Didn't you have fun though?" Dream asked, smile unsure.

Nightmare looked at Dream before sighing. "... I didn't say it wasn't."

Dream beamed.

Horror tilted his head. "... do we ... just walk in now?"

Dream answered with a shrug.

"good enough for me." Dust said, already walking through a door.

"That's the wrong way." Dream said.

Dust turned around out of the kitchen. "i knew that. let's go, highlighter."

Dream puffed his cheekbones out before leading the way with Nightmare at his side; not to close though, so their auras didn't interfere with each other.

Cross seemed the most nervous of the group, hanging back a little. Peeking into the kitchen as he passed he noticed there wasn't a coffee machine. He was sure there had been one just a moment ago though.

"Come on slowpoke. Do you want to get left behind?" CC teased.

Cross jumped and caught up to the group.

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Fresh and Ink had gotten down from the table and were removing their impromptu footwear.

There was a slue of questions hurled their way by those who didn't receive/read the update about Ink adopting Fresh as a brother from when Blue was trying to get info on him. As well as those who weren't present for Fresh's intervention at the ambush site.