6# Frisk

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The day was pretty strait fowered she made music, she had no free will, and the bright red was killing her eyes. Uhhh I'm so-   the shades stopped her from thinking that. This WILL get better. Right? Right?

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"You got this Eight! Splat that over-sized oven!" Craig said to Eight.

"Yo! Yo! This oven is toast!" Shouted Pearl.

"No Pearlie we don't want Eight to over bake, countendo Marina.

"ARHG can you be Quiet? Your yelling puns when I YEAST expect them!"  Shouted Eight back through the walki-talki.

"Woomy! When you mess with us your gonna get burned!" said Pearl. Eight stepped out of the station being greeted by Craig.

"If you keep rolling like that then we'll get to the surface in no time!" They stepped onto the train as CQ-cumber crawled up to them.

"Yeah that's what you always say! Yet, we have four thangs and none of them has gotten us to the surface," Eight pointed out.

"ah hem," CQ-cumber said breaking up the tenseness, "Where to next Eight?" Eight sighed.

"At this point, anywhere," Eight sat down next to Iso Padre.

"Tough day huh?" he asked.

"Is it really a day? I'm exhausted, Agent Three is nowhere to be found- if they even are are real! And the music here isn't helping either!" Eight was so tiered and it felt so good to just vent to somebody.

"I'm sure Dedf1sh doesn't want to make this music either," Iso Padre said.

"Who is Dedf1sh?" This sparked Eights curiosity.

"Dedf1sh is a sanitized octoling," they started. " She was brought here against her will. I'm sure if you can find her than... Liston, she a good octoling, but the sanitation really doesn't do her any good. So if she's a little docile, take the glasses off. I know you can do it"

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