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 What did Axolotl mean when they said that our universes had to be exchanged? I know that Masters and Mistress Gleeful aren't the kindest of masters, but they can't have destabilized the entire multiverse. I'm not that important!

Breathe. You can't afford to be distracted. You need to find shelter, and figure out how to get back to the Gleefuls. Or get rid of the contract. No, Gleefuls first.

I float up. Maybe higher I'll have a better view of the forest.

As I rise higher, I notice a shack. It's in the middle of the woods, with a road leading to the main road. It seems really old, though. That'd make good shelter. I decide to nyoom over there. Before I take off, I see the clearing I was in. Where I woke up is surrounded by crumbled stone. Odd.

As I reach the shack, I realize that the shack isn't abandoned. Its worse. It's a tourist trap. I start to shudder, a little. If the owners of this tourist trap had a Dream as a slave for entertainment, they might just see me and claim me. And a Dream can't have two conflicting contracts. At least not weak ones like me.

I try to float along the back. Hopefully no one sees me, I just want to hide.

Of course, the good old-fashioned Will Luck decides to kick in. The door opens right in front of me, the door knob hitting me in the eye. I yelp, more in surprise than pain. The Gleefuls will be much worse when I get back. They were preparing for a show when the summons were sent out.

"Mabel! I think there's someone outside!" Oh Axolotl, no. Not Burning-Tree. Not him. "It better not be that little pig Gideon." Oh I wish it was him. Penta-Star is so much nicer, he even gave me food.

The door closes slowly and Burning-Tree steps out. Except it isn't him. Burning-Tree has an aura of anger and power. This not-Burning-Tree is quieter, more thoughtful. Definitely less flashy. I shrink back. Axolotl, I wish I was able to go into the Mindscape. It would be so much easier to hide.

The world bleeds gray. not-Burning-Tree is still looking inside the shack, so he doesn't notice immediately. I guess I brought the inhabitants of the shack with me.

And then the auras shift minutely. I get fear, confusion, and anger. Why fear? Confusion and anger, I get. I shouldn't be able to do this. And because I can I must have done something wrong. But fear? That's preposterous.

"Mabel! This isn't funny! You know that I have PTSD because of your Opera!" not-Burning-Tree calls nervously.

"What are you talking about, Bro-Bro? I haven't done any- OH MY GOD! GRUNKLE FORD! GRUNKLE STAAAN!" Stardust's voice has gotten closer. I whimper silently.

"What?" Two different voices answer. One gruff and angry, the other inquisitive. And then more aura's appear. Quiver and Coin. Except, once again, not. They're softer.

I'm too busy thinking to catch the whispers. Bill would have been able to catch them. He's so much better than me. Even Kill would have been able to do it. Though he wouldn't have needed to in the first place, he's so confident. I'm the worst brother.

The door creaks, then slowly closes. The faces of the not-Gleefuls come into view. They look angry. I carefully school myself into compliance. That might make the punishment easier on me.

Or not. I find a gun pointed at my face. not-Quiver's holding it. It's right against my eye. I don't react.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bill? We defeated you! How are you back?" A thick Jersey accent, I guess. Different from Coin.

"Answer us!" Not too different from Quiver.

Wait. They said Bill.

"You guys know Bill?"

Heeeeeey
I have little to no excuse.
I regret nothing