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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝟎𝟒

Very slow with the updates..I'm sorry..

The blue-haired man cupped your face, making you flustered on the spot. Moments ago, you were falling with 'style'...

You either landed with the same 'style' or it was... Nevermind!

"I can't believe... you look the same as us," the blue-haired girl said with surprise, while the man named Sunday stared at you in awe.

"That's why you were so surprised when you saw us for the first time, Miss Y/N? You could have just told us you were a Halovian. Yet, I was very mean to you... My apologies."

"You aren't as cocky as I thought... Guess I can happily lay out my facade in Penacony!" you replied, trying to mask your nervousness.

"Of course, I want to ensure everyone is comfortable with everything... You don't have to stay on guard around us. Especially knowing that you're one of us... There's no need to hold back friendships." Sunday smiled at you warmly.

Suddenly, your vision dimmed as your body dissolved, becoming one with the fluidity of time and space. You resonated with and became attuned to the serene fusion of frequencies. Your heart drummed, leading this symphony.

"Let me try, brother... It was easy with the tra—!" Robin cried out, clutching her head in pain.

"Robin? Strange... Let me try," Sunday said, stepping forward.

"Miss Y/N..? Can you hear me?" His voice echoed in your head, compelling you to listen.

You decided to communicate with him mentally. "What kind of pervert are you...? Seeing inside a girl's mind..? I do have plenty of thoughts... Some are wholesome, some are sad, some are worries, some are unfiltered hor—" You abruptly stopped.

"Don't worry... I am not listening to any of your thoughts... It's a sad fact I can communicate with someone in their head..." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"It seems like Robin's trick wouldn't work... Mine will be a bit painful... Please bear with me."

"Listen to me... Heed my prayers and let this poor soul be one with the land of Penacony so she will not have to endure hardships and meaningless... chores." His intense gaze made you feel like kneeling.

"Eh..? I feel fine...?"

"You should be... I'll be linking with my conscience for it to be in full control... Since I still can't figure out why you can't come out of the choir... Besides, Robin couldn't help you... It's the first time I am seeing this... Worry not... I know the solution, and now you should be feeling alright. Welcome to Penacony."

Then, he began to explain the differences between the dreamscape and the real world, taking every opportunity to criticize the IPC. You cheered him on, allowing him to feel more at ease around you. For some reason, Miss Robin was looking at you strangely.

"Oops, I've fallen into my professional habits again... I just can't seem to shake off this urge to be a know-it-all," Sunday admitted sheepishly.

"Pride, huh? Mr. Sunday?"

"Pride? Is it... like that?"

"Nevermind."

"Y/N, may I ask you a question?" Robin interjected.

"...?"

"Your voice... it wasn't affected by Harmony's influence?"

"Voice? Affected?" You looked confused, prompting her to flash you a kind smile and shake her head.

"Nevermind, don't mind my brother. Look, even when he talks, he keeps a certain pose. He's always on about looking perfect in everyone's eyes."

"You act like those princess... Mary Sue? Clean-freak?" you teased.