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The Sanctuary

The guardian of positivity opened the portal with his crown, a shing sound leaving the fine gold metal. Dream let the two walk through as he cleaned up the trash in the room, joining them shortly after.
The new realm was mostly white and grey, the only color being the patches of green grass between pathways in the cute city. Chatter of families and survivors lingered in the air, filling the land with promise and positivity.
Dream grabbed the rim of the portal, it turning back into his crown and putting it on his head swiftly. "So! Who wants tacos?" Dream asked them with a happy grin, trying to be happy for the two. After only a few moments of being here, he could always be filled with more energy.

Dream looked away from the two as Reaper huffed. The guardian smiled as he saw a friend on a bench, watching the people move and pass by.
The guardian of this sanctuary, Core Frisk, was quiet, kicking their feet back and forth under their bench. They couldn't help but noted how this land looked like a shelter for disasters, some people near dead, Most blissfully unaware. Some people stopped and said hi, others, those more new to the shelter, just walked by. Others thanked Frisk.

Dream wanted to say hi but felt like shriveling up and dying when he looked to Ink. The guardian of universes just looked forwards, alongside Reaper who just spaced out and gave a small, "I don't know." in response to Dream's previous suggestion.
The guardian of positivity decided to lead the way for them to the taco shop instead of loitering. Dream spoke hello to everyone he knew here, which was quite literally everyone, as they passed by.
Ink just followed along, looking forward as he walked. His hands were limp by his sides as he followed Dream without much thought like a lost puppy. Albeit a frankly dead one.
Reaper was trying to avoid touching anyone in the crowd before just giving up and floating above the monsters, summoning his coffee from a portal to try and give himself some energy to keep floating. Gods he felt so very tired..

Frisk stood from the bench, walking towards where the three were upon seeing them through the crowd. They walked up to Dream in the crowd tugging on his light yellow jacket, "Hello there." Their voice carried like they were in an echo chamber.
Dream smiled lightly as he looked down to the small child like entity as he stopped moving to chat. "Frisk! It's lovely to see you again." Dream spoke cheerfully, closing his eye sockets and tilting his head a bit. The guardian of positivity crouched down so that they could see eye to eye for the conversation, it felt rude to talk down to them.
"You as well." Frisk said, watching Ink and Reaper closely for a moment, "Who's the new friend?"
"You've probably seen him before, this is Reaper!" Dream introduced his new friend, pointing up to death as the god drank his coffee in silence, slowly drifting to the ground.
Reaper partially didn't hear them, just trying to stay afloat while spacing the hell out.

"Maybe I have but-" Frisk said, Leading Dream away to the bench again with a tug of the glove, letting the other two wander. Well, more just stand around. "What's wrong with them?"
Dream rubbed the back of his head as he looked off to the side nervously. "Well uh-.... Error is.." The guardian of positivity sucked in air through his teeth as he tried to get confidence to speak. He really didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. "..Dead." He spoke bluntly as he looked down and into Frisk's non existent eyes, his hand rubbing his forearm for some kind of comfort. Dream didn't know how to be non-blunt about it really.
Frisk stared at Dream in strict disbelief, "Wait..... Really?" They said, staring the guardian down down like they could see straight through him. "And you have proof of this? He didn't just poof and you're assuming he died?"
"Well, Reaper was there and witnessed it," He paused in consideration, " Though, there was no dust." Dream spoke, his anxiety showing through his voice and fidgety hands. "Ink has refused to drink his vials, and Reaper seems really out of it, I-.... I really don't know how to help much without being forceful." Dream admitted quickly as he twiddled his thumbs, Frisk was smart, they'll know what to do, right?
"Uh huh.. And what did Reaper see exactly?" The seriousness seeped into Frisk's voice as they crossed their arms.