Sugar got out of bed quietly, so as not to wake the other children. He needed to go to the bathroom badly. He slowly stepped over Geno and tiptoed his way down the hallway, towards the bathroom. As he walked, his sock-padded feet going pat pat, he walked by the door to Fresh's room. He took no notice of it, as the fact was irrelevant. However, just as he passed the door, he heard a yelp, and then a series of muffled noises of distress and struggle. Terrified, Sugar hesitantly reached his bony hand towards the doorknob.

He twisted the handle and opened the door. Suddenly, the sound stopped. Sugar was left staring with wide eyes at the scene before him. Fresh was in his bed, struggling to escape from his tight comforter. On top of his face was a large purple octopus-thing with a singular eye surrounded by sharp teeth. The creature was using a few of its appendages to cover Fresh's mouth while it was in the process of crawling into his left eye socket. The monster turned slowly to the door, gave Sugar the closest thing to a smirk that it could with its toothy eye, and slowly brought one of its tentacles up to its eye-mouth, as if shushing Sugar. They locked eyes. Sugar stumbled back, partially closing the door. He no longer had to use the bathroom, but he did need a change of pajamas.

Sugar was shocked. When Fresh came down to eat breakfast with the rest of the family, he was perfectly normal. He was fine, acting like nothing had happened last night. Sugar would have assumed that his encounter last night had just been a dream, if not for the new pair of pjs he had woken up in. He intently watched Fresh eat; examining the way his arm moved, looking for any sign of disarray in Fresh's features. Nothing. Nothing stood out as strange or distressed. He looked perfectly fine. Had his tired brain imagined it? No. It couldn't be.

Sugar finally noticed one little detail: Fresh's glasses. They were black, pitch black. They always said something, whether it was the usual YOLO or some four letter summary of what he was thinking. However, they were blank this morning. CQ seemed to have picked up on this too:

"Fresh, sweetie, are you alright?" CQ looked at Fresh, concerned. Fresh's glasses flashed a quick FINE.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering," The look of worry remained on CQ's face as she went back to eating her breakfast. Sugar decided to push all these thoughts to the back of his mind, lest he soil his pants again.