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"I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Prismatic."

The pack was dumbfounded. They were struggling to come to terms with the fact that this being had been within in one of them let alone all of them.

"There's no need for you to introduce yourselves, I learned your names when I bonded with you yesterday. I would like to apologize for those unpleasant dreams. It must have been unnerving."

"You spelling out your words didn't help."

"Ah yes, my apologies. I can explain that though. As you correctly assumed yesterday Laura, I am an Inkling and we Inklings can lay claim to a host. What I've done is a bit... Unorthodox. Typically it's a case of one, or sometimes multiple, Inklings to one host. I however have been split across the four of you. When I tried to speak with you in your dreams my parts only had enough cognitive power to spell out words."

Rather suddenly the form of Prismatic became erratic. It appeared as though he was being stretched outwards and sucked inwards at the same time.

"I'm afraid I must cut this short. I shouldn't have emerged this early. I understand you'll be meeting up again later? I'll continue then." 

With that he deformed back into an ooze and seeped into the pack.

"Well. That was... an experience"

With that the pack made their way back outside

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"Ok. Before we head back down, we need to make a decision.

What sort of decision.

Do we tell anyone about what happened in there?

Well considering we weren't supposed to be up here in the first place I say we shouldn't

Even though there was a robot that attacked us in there. There may be more.

We don't know that.

We have may have disturbed them, who knows, they may descend into the town.

This place has been here longer than the town itself. If they were going to attack they would have done so long ago

Plus is anyone going to take us seriously? They'll probably think we're just making an excuse to pardon the fact we were up here.

But

Look. It'll be fine

...Ok

Great, now that that is settled I think it's time to head back, we've a sleepover to get ready for.

With those parting words Hector hurled himself off from the cliff edge and spread out his arms, gliding with the help of his wing suit.

Betcha a favor he'll crash into a tree

Deal

A few seconds passed as the remaining pack members watched Hector's descent from the cliff top. The silence was broken before long

"Ahhhh! Who put that tree there?!"

Looks like I owe you a favor, come on we'd better go and get him 

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After the group split off from each other to prepare for that night, Martin headed into the commercial strip of the town. Where the domed cities had whole commercial sectors Marston's Wood has but a single street of shops to support the town and it's populace. None were more important than Oswald's Store. While the store itself is modest it is a vital part of the towns livelihood, stocking every necessity, a few luxuries as well as acting as a post office. 

Martin entered and immediately made his way to the pre-packaged food. He was fortunate, as some of the town famous "Fried & Filled Broad Bagels" were still there. Take a large bagel, spread some cream cheese on the insides and add pan fried eggs and bacon and you'll have yourself a town staple. Truthfully Martin did not normally eat meat, it was simply more convenient to stick to fruit and vegetables but it was an unusual day with an unusual night to follow. 

Afternoon Martin, special occasion?
Afternoon Oswald, and an occasion yes, wouldn't go so far as special though