I walked out of the room with Chara and Frisk in it, deciding to check on how the party was going. It had been a couple hours, so I was hoping it had died down a little.

I teleported into the room with the party, sighing when I saw it hadn’t died down at all.

Bob, who was sitting with Undyne and Alphys, was laughing loudly. “I’m serious, I can turn into a mask, and give a freaking power boost to whoever wears me!” He then looked to Greg and smiled “Wanna show them, bro?”

Greg was sitting off to the side, seeming to know where this was going, he had handed his son to a very endowed Deer woman, whom I assume was his partner, as he kissed her briefly before walking to his brother “Sure thing.”

Bob then grabbed his hand and turned into a green mask with a spiked nose guard and burnt rope for hair. Greg put on the mask and was overtaken by a flash of light before he was again visible, now in a green jerkin and armed with a strange staff. He took a bow and looked to Undyne as he grew a wooden helm topped with Deer antlers.

“Interesting.” I commented as I walked over to them.

Greg nodded “I agree, I have been trying to get Bob to let Praximus take a sample of our magic in this form, but Bob refuses, and I do not want to force him.”

“I imagine it’d be an… interesting, sample to study.” I said.

“How about a fight?” Undyne asked.

Greg looked to Prax “You have the sparring spell ready?”

Prax huffed “Do you really need to ask? I’ve had it ready since an hour ago.”

Greg nodded “Okay, let’s decide a time and place. You have any preference, Undyne? Maybe somewhere that Alphys can see? I’m sure she’d love to see you at work.”

“Any field should do.” Undyne said, smiling widely. “Let’s do this!”
Greg nodded and held out a hand to Undyne “Anyone want to come with? I have no problem taking passengers when I slenderwalk. Think of it as a shortcut with passenger seats.”

Prax smiled and grabbed onto me “You know I wanna see this, I love seeing you two fight, reminds me of my glory days!”

“Let us go, this will certainly be interesting.” I said.

Greg nodded and let out a tendril from his back, which wrapped around my hand gently. “Let’s go.” We were then instantly in a field of flowers, not just buttercups, but a veritable plethora of flower species, each glowing different colors. “I think this will be a nice location for our fight, you ready to cast the spell, Praximus?”

Prax nodded and took out what looked like a massive pole with various antennae coming out of it’s back “Okay, Once I plant this sucker, you can go all out, no holding back, cause as long as this things nearby, you can’t stay dead!”

“They don’t call me Undyne the Undying for nothing.” Undyne said, smiling widely, summoning a spear as Prax rammed the spearhead into the ground, the antennae pulsing with magic as I felt a tingling sensation overtake me.

Greg was suddenly behind Undyne and swept her legs out from under her, ramming his fist into her spine and sending her flying into a tree in the distance. As she went flying, she sent a trio of spears at Greg, who simply let his aura flare to life as the spears neared him. The spears stopping in mid air and flickering out of existence.

Undyne looked to Greg in surprise “What the hell was that?!”

Greg laughed “Antimagic aura, I can negate almost any spell or magic projectile sent at me.”

Undyne grunted as she thought for a moment, Greg not moving. Undyne then looked to Greg “Wait, how come you aren’t attacking me?”

Greg shrugged “I outclass you pretty hard, might as well give you a free hit.”

Undyne narrowed her eyes angrily “The hell you say?!”

Greg looked unamused “I outclass you. I am a 4th dimensional being, I am the military leader of a nation who has the Dragon and Changeling empires out to kill us. I fight to the death on a daily basis.”

Undyne did not seem to take this lightly, summoning hundreds of spears and throwing them at him all at once.

Greg did nothing to stop them, allowing them to strike him, only for them to break upon contact with his skin, he then grabbed a spear from mid air and began to… change it, the spear becoming black and white in equal parts, I could feel the conflicting emotions in his magic, hatred burning for those that would hurt his people, and love for his family. It was a miracle that his magic was not tearing him apart, with how much hate and love was inside him. But then I saw it, that little core of Determination... It held him together, stabilized him, and kept the hate and love from fighting for dominance. “I may not be a monster,” he laughed darkly “But I know prejudice all too well.”

“I would like a try.” I called, calmly walking forward.

Greg looked to me simply “Sure. Want me to finish fighting Undyne, or leave it to MERCY?”

“Undyne knows when she is beaten.” I said, Undyne grumbling a little as she walked off to the side.

Greg nodded and let the spear he had grabbed go, it being absorbed into his staff, turning it black and white as well. “Are you ready?”

I summoned my hands, nodding.

Greg then slammed his staff on the ground, roots tearing out of the ground and wrapping around my legs as he was suddenly in front of me. He then slapped me with the back of his hand hard enough to send me flying out of the roots and through a tree. He then took a combat stance, certain that that was not all it took.

He was proven right by the sounds of my blasters about to fire coming from behind him, not turning quite in time for them to shoot at him.

He flared his aura to life, the aura stopping most of the blast, but still letting in enough for him to take considerable damage. He smiled and took out a large canteen“I came prepared.” He then drank a swig from it, and the scratches on his body healed themselves as he grunted, seems his body still let him feel the pain.

“You said that you have killed before.” I commented, appearing, fully healed. “I believe that you know of ‘karmic retribution’, correct?”

Greg looked to me blankly “I killed to protect my family, I did not do it for fun. I carry these sins on my soul, yes.”

“It does not matter the why for karmic retribution, only that you have done so.” I said with a smile, summoning more blasters, these with the ability in them. “Oh, and don’t expect that shield to work… no invincibility frames, after all.” I added off handedly, firing them all at once at him, only for him to not be there when the beams reached him.

Greg laughed “Do you plan on giving retribution to Asgore as well? He killed children. Or how about the various different AUs?”

“I am not the judge, that is my sons job.” I said calmly. “However, I did make these for that exact… position, of his, so I can still use them to equal effect.”

Greg looked to me curiously “Are you saying, that you would show mercy to someone who threatened Sans and Paps?”

“Now that… I didn’t know.” I growled, left eye going blue, and the right red. I said nothing, merging my seven hands into two larger ones.

Greg laughed “You see, we aren’t so different after all.”

“I never said we were.” I said simply, launching the hands forward, both red as they fired a dark beam with a red outline.

Greg dodged the beams with great difficulty “Then why are you so determined to fight me? I simply said that those I had killed threatened my subjects and family.”

“At first, it was simple scientific curiosity, but what with that implied threat towards my sons… well, I never did say we were different, after all.” I said, one hand turning teal and sending strings that trapped him as the other blasted him.

He responded by sending out a blast of pure antimagic, the burst rocketing through my red hand and dispelling my blast, the hand falling as it broke. “Sorry, but I don’t plan on losing.” He then grabbed the strings and swung my hand through the air, using it as a weapon against me as my hand collided with me.

I grunted as I used the SOULs power within me to catch the hand, using it to repair the other… and summon five other giant ones. I made them all a different color, coming in a circle in front of me and firing off a pure white beam with a red outline, much stronger than the black and red beam from earlier.

Greg slenderwalked again after slicing the threads, appearing behind me and kicking me in my pelvis “Fighting dirty is more my brothers thing, I apologize, he would not shut up about kicking you there.”

I simply smirked as a farting sound went through the air, bringing out a whoopee cushion and waving as blasters sounded out from all above us, the spectators gone as I teleported myself and the hands away.

Greg then was right next to me “What ya looking at?” he then laughed and grabbed me by the face, sliding down the mountain while using me as a snowboard. “This is actually a funny idea, Bob.”

The ‘me’ he was holding suddenly fell apart, revealing it to be a decoy as blasts hit him before he could teleport away. “Aw shit.”

Greg sighed and got up, us both being at the spear, where we were right before the fight started. “Good fight.”

“Yes, very.” I said, restoring my hands to normal and putting them away. “It was… interesting.”

Prax then came forward, looking highly uncomfortable “Ummm… boss… I think there’s a problem at Mt. Ebott. You see, I kinda broadcast the fight to the monsters, and they saw you fight. They are concerned about your magic.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked, facepalming. “What, exactly are they concerned about?”

Prax scratched the back of his head “The hate and love in your magic… and how they don’t fight for control.” He then shrugged “I can’t really tell them how, as you never explained it to me.”

Greg then looked to me “You want me to tell them? I know exactly how it works.”

“Go ahead, best to deal with it now before a panic happens.” I said.

Greg nodded “Let’s go then, see you there? Or you wanna go there together?” he then held out his hand “I could take us there right away.”

“I do not care.” I said, shrugging and teleporting.

As we arrived, Greg was suddenly approached by a very worried looking Alphys “H-Hi… I was wondering...could you… tell me what you are?”

Greg smiled sadly “I am a slendersapien, think of me as the thing that was made to hunt humans, basically, funny thing though... I used to be one.”

Alphys looked confused “Y-you… used to be human?” It was then that she registered the rest of what he said “Y-you hunt humans?!”

Greg shook his head “No, that is what I was made for, not what I do. Big difference.” He then sighed as Asgore and Toriel, as well as the rest of the major monsters, approached, looking for an explanation, luckily Undyne had been a passenger with Greg. “Let’s see, let’s start at the beginning, yeah? I was a human, going to a convention, planning to just have fun, then… I bought something I really shouldn’t have.”

Papyrus raised his hand “What do you mean by that?”

Greg smiled sadly “I bought something from a vendor that displaced me, I woke up in a room that was nothing but pure TV static, and was then eaten by a creature who to this day I have no idea what it really looks like. I woke up, and my human body was gone. I was this abomination. Twenty times sturdier than the average human, able to do things no normal human could. I then just lived my life, eventually meeting Rose and marrying her.
Eventually, I became the military leader of the Deer Empire, as well, by that time, the Dragons and the Changelings declared war with us, and tried to assassinate my family. It was then that I let hate into my heart. I will never forgive them for endangering my family like that. If I find them, I will kill them, there is no swaying me on this.”

“I think that was a satisfactory explanation.” I said, looking at the gathered monsters.

Greg then looked to Rose, who was holding a rather fussy Arvir, Greg smiled “Now as for why the Hate does not overtake my love, have you seen this little stinkbug?” he held out Arvir, who farted before giggling and blowing a raspberry. “I love him and my wife just as much, if not more, than I hate those who would try to hurt them.” He then looked to Asgore and smiled hopefully “I hope the nature of my magic does not change our diplomatic ties?”

“Of course not, if it did, we would be no better than the humans that had sealed us away.” Asgore said.

Greg nodded before he looked to Asriel and kneeled down “Now, little prince, how would you like to see something cool?”

Asriel smiled “Sure! I love cool things!”

Greg then put a hand on his face and removed his mask, the jerkin and helm turning to ash and blowing away on an unseen breeze as he threw up the mask into the air, Bob materializing from it and doing a triple flip before landing neatly on his feet. “Tada!”

“Very interesting.” I said, looking at them with a scrutinizing gaze.

Bob looked to me with a curious look “What’s with the look? I feel like I’m about to be studied for science…”

Rose looked to Bob with a disapproving glare “Don’t talk to the beings we are opening diplomatic relations with that way, or I will not let you have any of Arvirs cake.”

Bob looked absolutely horrified at this, as if he was threatened with months of torture. “No! I love birthday cake!”

I snickered in amusement at this. “No, you shall have regular cake only.” I said sarcastically.

Bob fell to his knees “NOOOOOOOOOO! I love the specialness of it!”

Greg pinched his brothers cheeks so that they stretched comically, then released them with a loud slapping sound “Stop it. We have work to do.” He then looked to Prax, who was looking to Undyne as if he wanted a turn to spar “Prax, do you want to spar as well?”

Prax nodded, stretching a little bit “Yeah, let me just bring out Gracie, she’s been wanting some action lately.” Greg shrugged as Prax pulled out a quartet of poles from his bag and connected their ends, creating a small portal that he stepped into, before coming out with a pair of gauntlets and a backpack, them hooked up together, and a large heavy gatling gun, he then put on the gauntlets and backpack, before picking up the gun with an ease that seemed impossible for someone as old and small as him. “Who wants to spar with an old fogey?”

“I WILL!” Undyne cried, wanting to get back some honor from losing earlier, looking eager.

Prax smiled “Well, okay, let me just reset the respawn point. Don’t want to wake up as some freaky mix of us and Greg or Gaster…”

“That would be unfortunate.” I agreed.

Bob snickered and whispered to me “I’d love to see how Alphys reacts to seeing Undyne get beat up by an old man.”

Prax then walked calmly to the rod in the ground and opened a panel in it’s side, pressing a button that was unveiled. “There we go, ready to fight? I’d love to get a sample of your magic by the way, it always helps to get non- neutral soul magic to study.”

“LESS TALKING, MORE SPARRING!” Undyne exclaimed, summoning her spear.

Prax nodded and pulled the trigger on his gun, sending a blast of green magic at Undyne, making her wounds disappear “Would not due to fight unfairly, you had some hp missing.” He then smiled and flicked a switch quickly on his gun and it began firing a steady stream of flying magical projectiles, them colliding with her spear and freezing it to her hand “Let the fun begin, eh?”

“Alright!” She shouted, summoning a couple hundred spears all around him, showing no mercy as she launched them forward.

Prax smiled and fired again after flipping another switch, a small dome forming around him and absorbing the magic from the spears, before turning it into a small avatar of energy, with Prax in control as the avatar grabbed Undyne and threw her into the air before leaping after her, then slamming her into the ground with his elbow. “I may be old, but I have plenty of tricks!”

“I will not lose twice in one day!” Undyne growled, getting up swiftly and knocking him off his feet, kicking him away and summoning spears from the ground to rise up and try and impale the avatar.

Prax cackled as the Avatar dissipated and he leapt at the last moment, pulling out a strange looking orb with a series of glowing white runes. As Undyne tensed in preparation for whatever the orb would do, he threw it up into the air and his gauntlets seemed to open up as his orb split in half and became a pair of what looked like machine gun barrells that landed neatly into the openings made in his gauntlets.

Undyne cursed to herself, hastily putting up a strong green shield.

Prax laughed as he fired a constant stream of magical rounds at her shield, causing it to freeze over “How do ya like my Ice bullets, dearie?! Custom made for fighting against and disabling anything up to the size of a troll! Hahaha!”

“I think you need tochill out!” Undyne shouted, her spears coming from behind him, impaling him in the gut before he could react.

Prax grunted as he removed his hands from the gauntlets, them still firing at Undyne, who was now encased in a dome of ice. He then took out a syringe and grimaced “Damn, I hate needles!” He then ripped out the spears and jabbed it into himself, the otherwise lethal wound sewing itself shut as he tossed one to Undyne “I limit myself to one of these a spar, keeps things fair. Considering I give one to the sparring partner too.” he then pulls out a half sphere and lets one of the guns stop firing as he inserts the second tier firearm, an rpmg launcher, or rocket propelled manonic grenade launcher. “Boom time, Young’n!” He then fired a grenade straight into the dome, punching into it as it burst, creating a condensed explosion all around Undyne.

Undyne had jumped back at the new weapon, putting the needle away for now and instead focusing on making a giant swarm of spears.

Prax looked at the massive swarm of spears as he aimed his gun at them, freezing them and causing them to fall to the ground and shatter, some of them impaling local flora and fauna instead. “I think I should go all out, don’t you? Else this will get very boring.” He then pulled out something that made Greg visibly tense, a vial of black liquid that glowed white, enveloped by a machine that looked like a generator of some sort.

Greg cursed aloud as he slenderwalked between the two of them “Fights over! No one is using that till we finish the testing phase!”

Undyne frowned, but seemed to allow this. “Alright, but tell me, what is that stuff? It feels… wrong.”

Greg sighed “It’s a magic generator that runs off of my blood. Turns out slendersapien blood is like pure magic, our auras seem to absorb the energy around it and convert it into fuel, that machine reverses the process.”

“That seems a little… unfair.” Undyne said, and I nodded in agreement.

Prax shrugged “The purpose of sparring is to prepare for real battle, right? Well, if you fight a Gremlin, you’ll be damn sure they’ll use every tool under their belt, ethical or not.” He then sighed “Let’s give the point to Undyne, girl's got moxie, and she kinda reminds me of-” His face suddenly darkened “Nevermind, not important. I cheated, and she deserves the win.”

“Alright…” I trailed off, before sighing. “Congratulations, Undyne.” I congratulated the guard, who was grinning a toothy grin.

Prax then walked away, rubbing the back of his head sadly as Papyrus looked to him and walked over to him. “You seem sad, perhaps I, the great Papyrus, could help?”

Prax sighed as his color seemed to fade to black and white “Just… just old memories of a Gremlin who’s lost too much… let’s say… I know what your king and queen went through…”

“Papyrus.” I called, bringing my sons attention to me. “It may be best we all get to the others, shall we?”

Papyrus nodded quickly and went off to round up the others, looking to Praximus with worry before he went off towards the others.

“Alright… I believe it is my turn now, correct? At least, that’s how these seem to go, you fight Undyne, then me.” I said, turning my attention to him.

Praximus shook his head “Nah, I’m not in the mood… Besides, we both know who would win.”

“I’d say tie.” I said, shrugging.

Praximus sighed and looked at where Papyrus was going with sadness in his eyes “Whatever you do, don’t let them go… Your heart won’t stop hurting.”

“I don’t plan to, but fate is cruel.” I said, frowning.

Praximus nodded slowly as his ears drooped “I know all too well…”

“Well, shall we get back to the others?” I asked.

Prax sighed, his color not returning “Okay, I guess…” as we returned to the group, Greg took one look at Prax and teleported over to him, taking out a vial of rainbow liquid and injecting it into him, to which his color began to perk back up.

Greg sighed with relief apparent “Thank you for getting him to me, last thing I need is to have to do... what my alternate timelines self did...” he looked rather uncomfortable before shrinking down and taking prax by the shoulder to a tree off to the side, where they sat down, Greg making sure that Prax was okay before he returned to our group. He looked to us and sighed “I suppose you all want to know what that was, right?”

“Yes.” I said simply, worried.

Greg sighed and looked to Praximus “His soul is… damaged, he lost his children to the war that made him imbue himself with eternal youth. He… he begins to sort of decay spiritually. I think the monsters call it falling down? He becomes so depressed that his body begins to shut down. My… other timeline self solved this problem by making him a proxy, basically removing the memories that hurt him, and all free will in regards to disobeying him. He grew addicted to doing it though… I swore I would never do that, never take the chance of winding up like him. That syringe is similar to the determination shots that Alphys used, but they use equal parts of every aspect of the soul… they are basically synthesized souls made in liquid form.”

“Hm…” I hummed, frowning in worry. “I see…”

Greg looked to Bob and nodded as they looked to the rest of the monsters “We owe Praximus a great deal, so we make sure that if he does die, it’s the way he said he wanted to go, helping someone who needed it.”

Bob showed his ring to the group, a circuitry lined band of metal “This ring was made by him, it essentially keeps me sane, without it, I’m even more powerful than Discord, and twice as unpredictable.”

Rose sighed, holding Arvir close “He created more that three quarters of our current medical equipment, including the ones that prevented Arvir from being stillborn.”

“I’ll look into it.” I promised.

Greg looked to me curiously “Look into what?”

“Helping fix Prax’s SOUL, it’s only a matter of time before one of you isn’t around to inject him with that ‘rainbow’ DETERMINATION.” I said calmly.

Greg nodded slowly “Well, we should stay here until that research is done…” he then turned to Toriel and sans, who were holding hands “Would it be acceptable for us to stay at the mountain's base?”

Sans looked to me in confusion “Why are you asking me?”

Greg rubbed the back of his head “Let’s just say I’ve seen other timelines where someone pissed you off, I don’t want that fight.”

“A wise decision.” I commented, smirking a little.

Bob then smiled as he donned french attire “I smell it, love is in the air for the goat lady and the skeleton, when can we expect the, how you say, skelegoats?”

Greg then uppercutted his sibling, sending him flying into a tree “That is for being crass.”

Bob then sighed and stepped out from the now shattered tree “I suppose I deserved that.” He then looked to Toriel, who was blushing a deep crimson red. “Oh, but maybe I wasn’t too far off?”

Greg raised his fist “I am not afraid to be responsible for the deforestation of this area.”

“Please do not ship my son in front of me” I deadpanned.

Sans looked to Toriel blushing and blushed as well “Huh, who would've thunk it.”
Bob coughed into his sleeve and tried not to laugh. Right before Greg knocked him out by slamming him face first into the ground. “Okay, see you in the morning.”

[sometime in the night]

“Huh… well this is interesting.” I dryly commented.

In front of me was a door made of stained glass, depicting Bob in various scenes, many of which he was injured and or crying, upon the center of the door, right where the handles would be, was a handprint that looked suspiciously like Gregs. The fingers long and inhuman.

I decided to try to open the door and look inside, only, the door did not budge. Frowning, I decided to go and find Greg.

Greg was sleeping in the bough of a tree, seeming oddly comfortable as his wife and Arvir slept in the hut he made for them, apparently they did not have enough bedding material for him. He was snoring softly.

I summoned two of my hands, gently separating the two, before bringing the other to carry Greg and walking back with him.

Greg woke up as I entered the bedroom and looked around “What’s going on, Gaster?” he then saw the door and I swore he paled somehow. “What, the actual... hell?”

“I don’t know, it just appeared.” I said, putting him down.

He teleported to the door and pressed his hand into the indentation after awhile of looking at the various pictures. The door opening to show a scene similar to the mountainside, but a photo negative of it. “Whatever this is, I’m getting a bad vibe from it.”

“Let’s investigate, shall we?” I asked, walking forwards.

Greg nodded and followed me through the doorway, only for it to slam shut behind us and shatter, the pieces disappearing in mid air. “Well shit.” We suddenly heard a voice, one that was harsh and shrill, making Greg tense up considerably

“ GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

Greg took off running toward the sound, his aura flaring to life as he ran. “I know where we are!”

“Would you care to inform me?!” I shouted back, quickly catching up.

“We are in Bobs night terror! His Mind! I don’t know how, but that’s the only way I can think of that fatass bitch showing up!”

“Who, exactly, would that be?” I questioned.

Greg growled as he spoke the next part “That abusive bitch? She calls herself our mom, but no mother I know kicks her kids down the stairs.”

I narrowed my eyes, growling a little. “I HATE those kinds of people.” I said.

He laughed “That’s on a good day for us, let’s just say she gave us more than physical scars.”

“...If I find her I am going to kill her and then erase her putrid SOUL.” I stated.

Greg looked away “A bit late there…”

Bob's voice could then be heard “Go away! Please, don’t hurt him anymore! He can’t… He can’t protect me any more!”

Greg tensed even further and sped up as he reached an apartment building that looked beyond trashy. “We have to hurry.”

“Why are we not teleporting, again?” I suddenly realized.

“I have been trying, whatever is here is blocking that power. While we are in this dreamscape we are beyond powerless.”

“That is incredibly unlikely, if you recall I flew to catch up with you, so perhaps only you are affected… a side effect from fusing, perhaps?” I pondered, hand filling with light blue as I snapped my fingers, teleporting the two of us to the apartment.

Greg shook his head “No, it’s this place, If you aren’t being affected by it, then… it’s due to this memory… Damn it!” he saw a giant, incredibly obese woman with a beer bottle in one hand as she continuously smacked a young teen with it, the teen protecting a small shild with his body. The teens grunts of pain sounding eerily similar to Greg. Greg tensed and ran at the scene and was repelled by a strange barrier.

“ Surely you didn't think it'd be that easy, did you, big bro?” A blood red puddle formed at his feet as a horrible deformed and pale looking version of Bob rose out of it “After all, you never could save me… it was me that had to clean up this mess, in the end.”

Greg looked to Bob(?) “I tried, Bob! I tried, so hard!”

Bob(?) chuckled and gestured to the broken bottle off to the side as the younger Bob reached for it quickly, throwing it at their mother as she swung at the beaten and bloodied young Greg, the broken bottle cutting her face before she could hit the younger Greg again, the woman screaming as her eyes bled and she stumbled back towards the table, Bob jumping up and pushing her over as she was off balance. Her falling on her back and him grabbing the now bloody bottle as he repeatedly stabbed her in the throat with it until she stopped moving, the young child, now covered in blood, fell to his knees and wept as the bruised and bloodied younger Greg held him close.

Greg sighed as the memories all fell away, leaving a current time Bob curled up crying in the fetal position, and the other Bob, along with me. The other Bob looked to me and smiled in a highly disturbing way. “ I won’t be held by the ring forever, you know~”

“Maybe I should beat you down now then.” I threatened calmly, narrowing my eyes.

Bob(?) laughed “Then you’d be hurting the weaker me just as much, we are two sides of the same coin~ I doubt he’d survive me being destroyed, not yet, anyway~” He spoke in a sing song voice as he sunk down into his puddle, waving to me in a playful manner.

“You’d be surprised the things I can manage… but you are not a problem yet, so you may stay.” I said simply.

Greg, who was consoling Bob, held him close, black tears leaking freely from his eyes “It’s okay, Bob, I’m here…”

Bob weeped and held Greg tight “I can’t… I can’t hold back the dark… it keeps leaking out… I can’t hold it…”

Greg tightly holds Bob by the shoulders “You killed the bitch, own that shit! She would of killed us! You have been walking with that fake ass smile for years now, just… just live life how you want to! You don’t have to be a bright light for us, you can dim at times, I still love you, brother, I will always be there for you!”

I simply stayed off to the side, letting the two have their moment, there was then a bright flash and we were back in my bedroom.

Greg looked to me and rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably as he helped Bob up “Umm… could you… keep this quiet? I really don’t want the others knowing about this… or that other Bob…”

“I promise to not tell about that… being… until it is a problem.” I said neutrally, going over and opening the door. “Now, you two should get more… peaceful, rest, don’t you think?”

Bob nodded silently as he slowly trudged out of the room, going to a bush and hiding inside it as he curled up and went to sleep silently. Greg looked to me and smiled “I owe you, thanks.” he then teleported to his tree, and all was quiet until next morning.