"Welcome to this day's journey of adventure, wherein which Team Rocket is ambushed by Skeletor!"

"Wait... Skeletor?" Nightmare wonders, hearing the female voice speaking from nowhere.

"Wait... Team Rocket... why are the creators talking about Pokémon and He-man?" Hope asks, utterly bewildered.

"Snow was playing with her avatar, and Fire is insane," Weaver points out.

"Hey!" Fire protests.

"All fangirls are," Weaver continues.

"Okay, I can live with that," Fire says grudgingly.

"True, true," agrees Snow. "We fangirls are the most loco of beings, we really are. Also, Nebby, get in the bag!"

"Snow... put the game down now..." Fire begs. "And put the bag down."

Refocusing, Nightmare glares at the two who dared to knock out his friend.

Unfortunately, it's about as effective as a kitten's glare would be.

Which is to say, not at all.

He's just too adorable.

Meanwhile, X continues to eat his ghost taco.

"Hi, Nightmare," chirps Hope cheerfully. "It's nice to meet you! We were just greeting your friend and he ran into a tree, I don't know why."

Weaver snorts under his breath. Starsdammit, that pure, innocent act fooled everyone but himself.

"Probably because you had a giant hammer," hums X, unheard by Nightmare. "This is far more amusing than the shows Cross pretends he doesn't watch. All we need is an amnesia-stricken Asgore to show up speaking in Spanish," he continues, forgetting that both Weaver and Hope can see and hear him, even in his ghostly form.

"WAIT, YOU GUYS HAVE UNDERNOVELA?!" Weaver exclaims excitedly.

Hope facepalms. Of course Weaver would ask about his obsession.

"Um... yes?" Nightmare replies, looking rather exceedingly confused.

"Look! It's Dream, flying in a tree!" Weaver suddenly shouts, pointing behind Nightmare.

Unable to help himself, Nightmare looks.

While he did this, Weaver grins, summoning fake mustaches and sticking them on his and Hope's faces.

Nightmare turns back around and blinks, seeing that the two seemed to have escaped.

"Hey! Where did those two weird monsters go," Nightmare demands.

"To a party, that way," Weaver responds in a very fake Italian accent.

"Thanks," says Nightmare, grabbing Cross and running in the direction Weaver had pointed.

X facepalms.

"Really?" Hope asks dryly.

"Hey, if Team Rocket can get away with stupid disguises..." Weaver says, smirking.

"Take a look at the code," Hope tells him, refusing to rise to the bait of an argument about the stupidity of Pokémon characters when it comes to disguises.

Behind them, X nods. "Try the Omega Timeline, and whatever you do, AVOID MEME WAKER."

"What's meme-" Hope starts.

"You do NOT want to know," interrupts X, shuddering.

"X, shouldn't you be with... well, with Cross?" Weaver asks the ghost child as he scrolls through the Multiverse's codes.

"Eh, I like Hope. Mind if I stay with him?"

"Sure, as long as Hope is okay with it and you don't give away the game. Cross can still see you, after all," Weaver responds.

"Sweeeet!" Hope cheers. "I get a ghost buddy!"

"So, X, any suggestions?"

"As I said, Omega Timeline. If you want you can prank the meme squad there, too, as that's where their base is located."

"PRANKING?!" Hope exclaims. "I'M IN."

"Well... pranks, hmmm," Weaver says, a slowly widening grin appearing on his face.

"Come on, if they fall for a MUSTACHE think of what we can do," X adds, laughing maniacally.

"Guys, you might want to portal away, Nighty-night's heading back this way," Fire warns the ragtag group of two skeletons and a ghost child.

"Fine, Fire," Weaver responds, rolling his eyelights. He opens a portal, and beckons the others through it.

As X curls a tendril of power around Hope so that he can stay with them, the yellow pupil of the short skeleton's left eyelight turns a DT red, denoting the new link between the two.

"Ready Hope, Casper?" Weaver asks.

Hope gives a small nod before taking a small glance back at X.

"WHAT!?! YOU ARE NOT CALLING ME THAT!" X shrieks.

"Ghosty?" Weaver asks.

"Just call me X," groans the ghost child, facepalming.

"Aww... fine," Weaver sighs, rather disappointed.

"So, if I ever need to stop something, do I just hold you up?" Blue snickers, barely keeping a straight face as he stutters out the words.

"Guys, portal," Fire reminds them.

The sound of Nightmare crashing through the woods was now audible, so the trio hurries up a bit, wanting to be gone before he reached them.

Apparently, the negative guardian forgot that he can just teleport back.

"Right," Weaver says, shoving the other two in the portal. He quickly follows after, closing it behind him.

"Don't they always?" Hope asks, looking off into space at the narrators with a nonexistent eyebrow somehow raised. "In every scenario I've been in, they always forget to teleport."

"Yup," Fire replies as the trio lands in a new AU, although she is wondering where the other fangirls wandered off to this time.

"I'm still here, don't worry!" Snow chirps from under her mound of papers. "Just have a gazillion pieces of paperwork to fill out because of the unregistered Multiversal Travel Pass, among other things..."

"Sorry," purrs a shadowy being from behind Snow, her voice rumbling like a cat's purr. "We had an incident with T-Dude being completely oblivious. But all's well now- although Snow's got even more paperwork."

Snow groans. "Don't remind me..."

"Welcome to this Multiverse's version of Outertale," Weaver said.

"Um... wrong place," Fire said.

"Schist," mutters Snow, although too quietly for the trio to hear. "Outertale is Blue's home base."

"Nope, I like Outertale..." Weaver says, smiling smugly.

Hope gazes up at the sparkling stars, his eyelights glowing a soft green. He hasn't seen something so beautiful in a long time, not since... well, that doesn't matter, not anymore.

"So, what first guys? Go where we were suppose to go, or troll the Multiverse?" Weaver says, pulling off his mustache.

Hope instantly has an absolutely demonic expression on his face, with a terrifyingly evil smirk.

Suddenly, multiple notebooks appear, scattered across the grass, all of them reading the work "PRANKS" on the cover.

"Oh, no," groans Snow, as a curiously watching shadow silently facepalms.

"You going to take that off your face?" Weaver asks, pointing out the mustache still clinging to existence on Hope's face.

"Never!" Hope exclaims, stroking his mustache, his fabulous mustache.

"Meh... whatever bro, just tell me if the pranks needs props or costumes," Weaver says quietly, summoning his strings. He keeps working on making a beanie with cat ears, as it's an interesting challenge that helps to alleviate his boredom.

The mustache dissolves, and Weaver swears quietly. "I had hoped that might last longer, I've been trying to get it to last more than 5 minutes."

As the three figures argue, chat, and plan their next move, the dark shadow watches them, her wide grin showing all her fangs.

"I wonder what happens next," she murmurs aloud, before disappearing in a puff of smoke, gone for now.

Hope looks back to see the trails of smoke, but he doesn't question it. After all, this is the start of a new adventure.

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As always, thanks to my wonderful co-writer, Firehedgehog, and also thanks to the lovely DarkMidnightDragon for helping out!