Hypothesis

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Pallete woke the next day to a knock on his door. "Pallete?? You awake yet?" He heard Dream ask him. "Yeah, I am now.. why? Is someone here?" Pallette tiredly responded. "Well, yeah I am" he heard Goth giggle from outside the door. Pallete's eyes shot open. "Wait what? What time is it!?" Goth giggled again. "Like noon." Ink answered his question, laughing a bit. "Oops.. hehe.... I guess I overslept.. again." Pallete said, getting out of bed and opening the door. "Hey Pallete!" Goth said, still laughing a bit. "Also, PJ, Gradient, and Bluescreen will be here later," Goth and Pallete both looked very excited at the naming of their friends. "Really?!" They both shouted at the same time to witch Ink and Dream just laughed. "Yep, Blue, Error, Geno, Reaper, and Fresh will be here too." Dream added.
Once everyone got there, it was like a party with drunken toddlers. Mostly because Ink was trying to kill Fresh like usual, Dream and Blue were sugar high, and Error was talking with Geno and Reaper. "Hey Bluescreen, hey Gradient!! I haven't seen you two in FOREVER!!!!" Pallete said, hugging them both. "Haha hello to you to, Pallete." Bluescreen greeted his friend. Gradient and Goth laughed at Pallete's enthusiasm. "So how's Cray been?" Gradient asked Goth, trying to start a conversation. "Oh, he's been good.." Goth quitely responded. Gradient took notice of this, and emidetly regretted asking. "Hey uh Pallete? Can you let go of me?" Bluescreen timidly asked Pallete, who was still hugging him. "Oh, yeah! Sorry" Pallete said as he let go of a bit of a glitching Bluescreen. "Ink stop trying to kill Mr Fresh!!!" PJ said as he grabbed Ink's sleeve. "Sorry, Jammy. He's gotten on my nerves for the last time!" Ink said as he pulled away from Paperjam, and ran after Fresh again. "Nuuu save me brutha!" Fresh said as he hid behind Error. "Go aWaY 90s tRaSh" Error said as he started glitching out. "Geno?" Fresh looked at Geno, who simply said, "nope. You're on your own." Reaper piped up. "Do you have a soul? If not, don't worry. You'll be fine." That didn't seem to help, as Fresh shouted "THAT WONT STOP HIM FROM HURTING MEE. BLUE, DREAM PLEASE DON'T LET HIM HURT ME" Fresh looked terrified still. Blue giggled, "he won't listen to us, sorry!" Dream nodded. "We'll do our best though"