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It had been nearly a week since the crossover fiasco, and to put it plainly, Scarab hates it. Despite his title being "assistant", he feels more like Prismo's janitor. He spends most of his time picking up trash and trying to sweep away cobwebs from the corners of the Time Room. It's an insultingly simple task, made all the more tedious by him being stuck in a two dimensional form.

The fact that he's stuck here with Prismo certainly doesn't help.

The blaringly yellow walls paired with Prismo's non-stop chatter has made the first week feel dragged out. To pass the time Scarab has taken to observing the Wishmaster, studying his every move. He seems as bubbly and talkative as ever, and yet, something about him seems off. A strained look, a sudden pause, a lost train of thought. Not to mention his... less than ideal appearance. Could there possibly be more violations he's hiding? Or is there some else going on?

"Hey Scrabby, wanna take over for a bit?" Prismo's voice suddenly cuts through the quiet room "my hand is killing me."

Scarab pauses his sweeping and glances over his shoulder at the Wishmaster. Ah. That might explain the strange behavior. An instinct to try and hide one's weakness is understandable.

Silently he makes his way towards where Prismo is sat in front of the computer, taking note of the grimace on his face as he rubs his hand.

"Dang, I knew I should have iced it"

"You're basically immortal, it can't be that serious." Scarab scoffs as he sits down and reaches for the computer.

"Hey, c'mon Scabby, being immortal doesn't mean I can't feel pain!" The Wishmaster whines "besides, this is your fault anyways."

"Tch. Oh really, how is that exactly?"

"This is all because you left me in that cube! I wouldn't have hurt my hand if I didn't have to punch my way out. Like, it was seriously uncomfortable in there dude."

"You what?"

"I mean, i'm like, totally ripped so it wasn't thaaaat hard to break out, but interacting with solid objects like that isn't something I usually do! It hurt! Well... still hurts... " Prismo continues to ramble on but Scarab just stares at him, not really listening.

He had assumed that one of their colleagues had let him out. Scarab wasn't aware that Prismo had been actually hurt back then... as minor as it may have been. That... wasn't exactly Scarab's goal when trapping him...

Shaking his head, Scarab shrugs away the thought. No. Scarab had been in the right, Prismo broke the rules and had to pay for his discrepancies. There's no need to start doubting himself now. Besides, Prismo should be grateful that he hadn't been egged.

Besides, why bother bringing this up now after trying to hide it all week? Was he was trying to use guilt to mess with Scarab? The Wishmaster insisted that he forgave him, but perhaps he's just doubling down on his "cool guy" persona to lull Scarab into a false sense of security.

Although the thought may be a tad concerning, in the end it doesn't really matter. There's no chance Scarab would fall for such a trick.

"Are you quite done? Some of us actually have things to do."

"Wha- ok wow, that's kinda rude dude...ha... rude-dude, that rhymes." Prismo chuckles to himself, unable to keep a straight face for very long.

"Oh please, you're just complaining because you're finally dealing with a consequence of your own actions. Very unbecoming of a Wishmaster if I do say."

"Man... why do I even bother" Prismo sighs "look, just...watch over things here while I ice my hand a bit. Ok?"

At that, Prismo moves away, creating an opening to go deeper into the Time Room.

He doesn't hate Scarab, but the guy can be a bit of a jerk sometimes. It would be simpler to just stay in the room to ice his hand, but maybe giving Scarab some time to himself will calm him down a bit. While he didn't expect them to become best buds right off the bat, he had thought that Scarab would at least be a bit more appreciative of him putting in a good word to their boss.

"I bet he just needs a little more time to adjust..."

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At first the silence was welcomed, but after a while an uneasy feeling begins to creep over Scarab. The Time Room had never been this quiet for this long before, and it doesn't seem like the Wishmaster has plans to return anytime soon. Scarab was slowly running out of chores to keep himself occupied. There was really only so much one could do in a single room, especially when most of the more interesting aspects were restricted to him. 

It was nice to see the Time Room actually clean for once, but he couldn't help but wonder how long Prismo would put off doing his job just to avoid him. It's starting to become quite childish at this point. It's not like either of them had said anything particularly bad, and Prismo hadn't seemed that upset... so what could be keeping him?

Scarab wouldn't normally consider himself to be nosey, nor would he say he cares for what the Wishmaster does in free time. However, when one is used to working nonstop in high paced situations, boredom isn't really something an individual would be used to. And so when he could truly take it no longer, Scarab finally began to venture deeper into the Time Room's inner halls. 

He takes his time, studying the labyrinth-like structure as he walks. The layout seems quite impractical; stairs twist at odd angles, walkways abruptly end in a drop off, paths cross and double back on themselves, and some doors lead to nowhere. Although none of that really matters for a two dimensional being. What would normally be considered an obstacle, is no different than any other step previously taken. At least there seems to be one benefit to Scarab's punishment.

As much as Scarab enjoys exploring the Time Room, all good things must eventually come to an end. The entrance can't be left unoccupied forever, and so Scarab begins to properly search for the incredibly irresponsible Wishmaster. Not even the Time Core is a big enough temptation to distract him from his mission. 

Eventually he finds the room Prismo likes to refer to as "The Heart" of the Time Room. Which is a bit conceited considering it's merely the room where his physical body rests. 

As Scarab approaches the doorway, Prismo's joyful voice drifts through.

"Haha, you'll never guess what happened next. Simon stepped forward and yelled 'You're A Bad Dad' at the Vampire King! Can you believe it?" Prismo laughs as recalls Fionna and Cake's mis-adventure in the vampire filled world. 

Scarab glances around the room as the story continues, not seeing whoever Prismo is talking to. Perhaps the last thread of his sanity has finally snapped. But before he can ponder the possibility, the Wishmaster lets out a startled sound.

Their eyes meet. 

"Ah Scrabby! What are doing down here!?" 

"Hmm...I believe that is what I should be asking you" Scarab rolls his eyes and idly strolls across the walls, examining the room. No much has changed since he was last here, other than perhaps a few repairs. "Don't you have a job to get back to? You know, considering...recent events... isn't it a tad suspicious to be hiding down here talking to...?"

"Oh! Right... I guess I was down here a bit longer than I meant haha. I was just, well, talking to myself? I guess?" 

"Talking to... yourself?" Scarab can't help but feel dubious of Prismo's word. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's been lied to, especially within the Time Room. 

"Yup. Well, kinda? I suppose my physical body is still me? Sort of? A part of me at least... or am I just a part of him...me? It's actually kinda weird how it works-" 

"Prismo." 

"Oops. Sorry. Uh here, let me just-" Prismo pauses and takes a breath. "Ever since my body was brought here, I like to visit it from time to time. It's...kinda hard to explain, but I guess it helps feel less lonely? Like, I know it's probably a little silly but...I don't like the thought of it-him-me? being down here all alone. It's just kinda...sad..."

As Prismo talked, Scarab watched as he slowly slid down the wall almost as if he were trying to make himself smaller. It's strange seeing the Wishmaster act so... unsure. Normally even when he's lying he still plays it up and tries to act "cool". And yet here he is, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting about. Scarab is so focused observing this new behavior, it takes him a moment to realize that Prismo had stopped talking.

"You good Scrabby? You seem kinda lost in thought. Which is fine! Just uhhh... your face looks kinda intense..." He trails off as Scarab seems to finally snap back to reality. Scarab awkwardly clears his throat and wanders closer towards Prismo's physical body to give himself a moment to recover his composure.

"I see... it's strange to separate one's self from their own body. I can't say i'm too fond of the process either."

"Oh right! This is your first time becoming two dimensional right? That's kinda crazy, I can't even remember a time I wasn't flat."

"I meant more how you seem hesitant to refer to it as being you."

"So you noticed that... Honestly it feels unreal sometimes." Prismo looks to Scarab, who in turn nods for him to continue. It's an interesting subject, and for once Scarab feels compelled to listen. Perhaps if he steers the conversation right, he can get him reveal something more... useful. 

"As you know, I'm a manifestation of a dream" Prismo starts "and I figure since I'm his dream, I'm more like his creation than actually him. But if i'm just a dream and not him at all, would I actually even be a person? But I'm obviously a person, i have my own thoughts and everything! So I like to think that i'm a little bit of him, and a little bit of myself. We're not the same, but not really different."

"Hmm... alright, but would that apply to all dream based beings?" 

"Good question! I don't really know of any others, but do you feel like a separate being from your body?" As soon as the words leave Prismo's mouth, Scarab can't help but feel like he's won. 

"No, not really, but that does remind me. Wherever exactly IS my body?"

"Ohhhh that. Yeah, the higher ups actually had me lock your body in a separate room? Nobody's allowed in there, not even me."

Immediately any sense of victory drains from Scarabs body. Of course they'd hide him away somewhere, like some dirty little secret. Granted, he wouldn't like it any better if his body were on display somewhere, but to lock him up? As if being forced to not only work for, but live with the bane of his existence wasn't bad enough. On top of everything they already did to him, they add that to the list.

Prismo scratches his chin as he contemplates, unaware of Scarab's sudden drop in mood. "I think it was to make sure you didn't just like, wake yourself up and run?"

"Tch. Doubtful. They just want to add further insult to injury. " Scarab couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice. 

"What, no way man, they're not that spiteful. Besides, if anyone knew how to escape it would be you! I mean, you've hunted down perps for years, I bet you know all the ins and outs!"

"The flattery is unnecessary Prismo. And if anyone were to know how spiteful gods can be, it would be me." Before Prismo can defend their bosses Scarab quickly cuts him off. "Trust me on this Prismo. They do not fear me escaping. Not at all."

"Okay... I guess. I'll take your word for it. Not really sure what they have to gain from that though." Shrugging it off, Prismo heads for the door. "Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble, it's nice to have someone else to talk to sometimes. C'mom, let's head back up"

"I'll... catch up with you in a minute"

"Hey, suit yourself."

Scarab waits a moment to make sure Prismo is actually gone before sliding down the wall into a sitting position. It's not exactly ideal to have his body trapped in an undisclosed location, but knowing that it is in fact within the Time Room is a start. It's safe... well, as safe as it can be in this situation. While that's one less thing to worry about at the moment, it could potentially become an issue in the future. Scarab can't rule out the chilling fact that Prismo is the only thing ensuring no harm comes to him. A fact that the Wishmaster himself is probably well aware of. 

Eventually Scarab collects himself and stands up from the floor. Unlike Prismo, he can't just hide away down here. Although he must admit, the quiet and dim lighting did help him clear his thoughts a bit. Maybe there was at least some merit in Prismo's choice of location. 

He heads towards the door Prismo disappeared through earlier, casting one final glance back at the slumbering body. It's just as ignorant and oblivious as its dream counterpart, unaware of what's going on around him. Perhaps that is for the best; the less he knows, the better.

Back at the entrance of the Time Room, Scarab finds Prismo back in front of his computer cheerfully whistling. It's as if he had never been gone in the first place. 

"Prismo, did you ever get around to icing your hand?"

"Oh crud, thanks for reminding me! You're a life saver Scrabby."

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The Time Room is buzzing with life as cosmic entities of all shapes mingle about. It had been a while since Prismo last hosted a party, so this time he figured he'd go all out. Basically every entity he could think of was invited, and the turnout was even better than expected. Everyone flocked to the Time Room, ready to party. 

It was loud, crowded, and chaotic; Prismo loved it. None of his other parties had ever had this many people, it was amazing. Conversation and laughter filled the air, a drastic but welcomed change from the usual monotonous quiet. It left no room to think and that was just what he needed, a little break from reality. 

He loves being a Wishmaster, granting wishes and fulfilling people's deepest desires is not something he would ever give up. But somedays it's hard. He has the entire multiverse at his fingertips, just a button click away, and yet he's forever bound to the Time Room. He'll never know what it's like to be free, to be able to go wherever he wants. But for now it's fine, what better place is there to be than in the middle of a party?

Prismo puts on a smile and glides around the edges of the room, checking on his guests. People greet him as he moves past, sometimes holding up their cups signaling for a refill, and he happily obliges. Although many don't seem to even notice he's there. Prismo sighs but doesn't let himself dwell on it for too long, keeping everyone happy and comfortable is pretty much his number one goal during parties.

A hoot alerts Prismo to Cosmic Owls arrival, and within a few seconds he's landing next to him.

"I think this is your biggest party yet!"

"I know, right! This is so cool!" Prismo chuckles "I pretty much invited everyone I could think of."

"Heh, that explains it. Soooo tell me, what's it like living with your new roommate?"

"Scarab? It's been fine so far, but he's always so formal."

"Yeah that sounds like him. Man, i bet he's a real drag to have around "

"Wha-no! Hey, he's really not that bad ya know. He's actually a pretty chill guy-"

"Scarab? That's a hoot. C'mon, be honest here, I gotta hear all the deets."

"Well..." Prismo considers for a moment if he should say anything, but it's just Cosmic Owl so... "It's kinda weird, one moment I think we're making progress, we'll be chill, then suddenly he's all angry and defensive again. Like, the guy is seriously hard to read... but I was serious when I said he's not that bad!"

"I'm just saying, he was awful as a god auditor, and that wasn't all that long ago."

"Dude stop. I'm serious ok. He's not awful,  just... a little prickly is all. He's probably just got some stuff going on..."

"Alright alright... you're really too forgiving man. But hey, that's Prismo for you, everybody's friend"

"Haha, yeah..." Prismo nods, his smile becoming slightly more strained. "Hey, I'm gunna go...check on things. But you should totally check out the snack table! I have it totally stocked up." 

With that they part ways and Prismo continues to cater to his quests. He really wants everything to go perfectly, though was throwing parties always this tiring? Maybe he's just out of practice? Yeah, that's probably it, besides, everything is great so far! Even Scarab has decided to make an appearance at the party! The old Scrabby probably would have stayed hidden in the lower levels of the Time Room. Granted, he seems to mostly just be cleaning, but it's still progress. 

It was loud, crowded, and chaotic; Scarab hated it. If this was what all of Prismo's parties are like, he's glad he was never invited before now. The sound deafening, nearing on painful.  

Being in a two dimensional form was his only saving grace, allowing him to dodge most of the unruly crowd. He supposes this form does have its benefits occasionally, traveling around unnoticed as he does his best to clean up after Prismo's unruly quests. Why must supposed "fun" always be accompanied by filth? 

He's spent most of the night trying to keep some semblance of order within the Time Room, which is not exactly an easy task given the current situation. But it's his job nonetheless.

As the night goes on Scarab can't help but feel tense, as though he's being watched. Perhaps he hasn't gone quite as undetected as he previously thought.

At first he tries to brush it off as being paranoid, but when voices turn to hushed whispers as he passes by, he pauses. In the beginning he paid the crowd no heed, but now casting his gaze outward he can see the way people stare at him. Some even have the audacity to point and smirk in his direction, as if he's on display for all the gawk at. 

Scarab remembers how Prismo had been surprised earlier by the sheer number of people who elected to join the party. At that time the Wishmaster had simply chalked it up to mean they all were excited after his extended hiatus, but now it seems that the true cause was Scarab himself. Everyone wanted to see how far the former god auditor has fallen.

Glancing briefly across the room scarab can see Prismo still flitting about, seemingly unaware of the discovery. Was this whole party part of a plan to further humiliate him? The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but really, Scarab should have expected this. You don't tend to make many (or any) friends as an auditor, so it makes sense the other gods would take joy in his punishment. 

Of course, knowing this doesn't do anything to quell the anger slowly building within Scarab. He tries to take a deep breath to calm himself, but it doesn't do much to help when he's still painfully aware he's being watched. How dare they make a mockery of him like this. 

Deciding to switch tactics, Scarab storms off, set on exiting the room and robbing them all of their entertainment. While shirking his one job isn't exactly ideal, it's preferred over this madness. Besides, he can resume his cleaning duties once the party finally ends. 

Unfortunately for Scarab, before he can make it very far one of Prismo's guests leans against the wall in front of him, effectively blocking his path. While he could technically still pass by, slipping behind them on the wall, the thought of touching another being causes him to shudder. Scarab may not be able to feel the touch as he is, but he would still know that it happened. 

Instead he resigns himself to having to back track and travel the long way around the room, but after just a few steps another person joins the wall. At this point the quiet snickers from his spectators have turned into full blown laughter, cutting over the ambient noise of the room. It seems his audience is finding his little predicament to be quite amusing. It takes Scarab every ounce of control to not react at all, to not give them the satisfaction. 

As the seconds tick away however, his patience begins to dwindle. There's really only so much he can take.

"Hey Scrabby, how's it going man" Prismo's presence suddenly interrupts Scarab's thoughts. Everybody's attention shifts to the towering Wishmaster, the loiterers politely removing themselves from the wall to let him pass. "Aw, you guys didn't have to move, I could have just slipped on by you."

The tension lifts a little as Prismo chats for a bit before refocusing his attention back to Scarab.

"I figured I'd check up on you since I haven't seen you in a while." Prismo grins at him, clearly waiting for a reply. But now that his pathway is finally cleared, all Scarab wants to do is finally escape. 

So he does. Without uttering a single word of acknowledgment Scarab marches off towards the exit. Of course Prismo would never let anything be so simple. The entrance to the rest of the Time Room slips shut just as Scarab reaches it. 

"Wait up Scrabby, where ya going? The party's out here." 

"Open. It." His patience for the Wishmaster's antics is quickly dwindling, not that he had much left to begin with. 

"What? Hey, c'mon don't be like that. It's a party, loosen up a little."

"The door, Prismo, now."

"Ooh i know, how about a snack?"

"Prismo i swear if you don't-"

"Take it easy, i'm just messing with you." Prismo laughs, grinning down at Scarab. 

"Yeah well maybe I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you never taking anything seriously!"

Alarm bells ring in the back of Prismo's mind but he tries to play it cool "Chill dude, no need to cause a scene." Yeah that was probably a mistake. 

"No. Prismo. I will not "chill". I've had enough! I'm done with this-this stupid, awful, party!" The room slowly grows quieter as Scarab finally snaps, but he pays it no mind. Yup, definitely a mistake. 

"Ok ok, I'm opening it, see? We're all cool here, we can just calmly talk this out-" Prismo gestures to the now re-opened entrance, trying de-escalate the situation fast. But before he can usher Scarab through, he's interrupted.

"We are not cool, or chill, or whatever other stupid slang you use! Stop acting as if we're friends!" At this point Scarab is fuming, unable to contain himself any longer. Prismo wants to talk? Fine, he'll talk.

"I diligently do my job cleaning this place top to bottom every day! Then I finally get this place looking somewhat reasonable just for you to come marching through with your so-called "friends" and trash the place like it's nothing! It's infuriating! Not to mention that this little gathering of yours has broken several regulations! Oh but of course this doesn't mean anything the wonderful Wishmaster. That's right, I nearly forgot that the rules apparently don't apply to you. You get to just do whatever you want! If I still had the authority I'd egg you all!"

As Scarab rants he's finally is able to let loose some of his rage, clearing his mind a little. This also leads him to slowly become aware of his surroundings again. Now instead of just a few people staring at him, it's the entire room. Every single cosmic being is giving him their undivided attention. 

Noticing the pause, Prismo once more motions for Scarab to exit the room, luckily he takes the hint this time and quickly moves down the steps. Closing the door behind him, Prismo looks awkwardly out to all his guests. 

"Uh yeah so, sorry about... all of this? But I think it's time the party ends..." 

With hardly any protest everyone filters out of the room, the mood having been ruined anyways. The only one remaining is Cosmic Owl who just shakes his head.

"...Not that bad huh?"

"Not helping dude."

"Alright i get, hey, i'll go assess the damage. Maybe they're not that upset?"

"Yeah... whatever man, I'll just... take care of things here."

Cosmic Owl flies off, now leaving Prismo completely alone in the room. Now that it's empty he can actually see that there was indeed a good amount of trash built up. Were they really being that rowdy? 

Sighing he starts to pick up a bit, figuring it would be best not to have Scarab come back to all of this. It's strange though, Cosmic Owl may not have seemed very surprised by this turn of events, but Prismo's having a hard time wrapping his head around what just happened.

All he wanted was to say hi, how did it go wrong so quickly? He was definitely missing something... He should probably check on Scarab as soon as he's done here.

Scarab had fled from the party with no specific location in mind, his body moving on auto pilot. The next thing he knew, he was down in the quiet of "The Heart" once more. It was annoying to find comfort in a room dedicated to Prismo's physical form... but he supposes anywhere is better than the room he just escaped from.

After having some time to recollect himself, the realization of what he'd just done finally hits him. Scarab just made an utter fool of himself, practically throwing a tantrum, in front of countless gods who are all probably out right now spreading the word. What happens when the news reaches Orbo? 

He should have never entered the party, he should have just stayed down below like how Prismo had offered he could. An open invitation he had called it. 

"Uhh, hey Scrabby, you in here?" Prismo tentatively pokes his head into room, eyes quickly settling on the blue being crouched miserably in the corner. "Oh, I kinda didn't expect to actually find you here, I just didn't know where else to look..."

Unwilling to even look at the Wishmaster, Scarab stays silent. What is there for him to say?

"Alright, well... if you're not going to say anything I guess I'll start?" Prismo fully enters the room, nervously settling along the same wall as Scarab. "So, that was kinda a lot up there... and not just the party but what you said too."

Scarab tenses, unsure of where Prismo is going with this.

"Hey it's ok, I'm not mad or anything! Just... sort of confused I guess? I get being upset about the mess, there was... more than I thought... but like, you kind of blew up out there. Is... everything okay? What happened? You didn't like the party?"

"...I can't say I was too fond of the party..." Scarab finally supplies, sitting up a bit straighter. 

"That's fine, not everyone is a party person... but was that really all?" Prismo tilts his head, observing Scarab. It's funny, normally it's the other way around. 

It's weird seeing Scarab look so...small. Yes, physically he's always been shorter than Prismo, but he's never been so despondent before. 

"...You do realize i'm not exactly on the best of terms with most of our co-workers, right?"

"Yeah? I don't see what- oh...Ohhhh..." Prismo smacks his forehead "I didn't even consider that! Did somebody say something to you?"

"...Something like that..."

"Oh man, I'm genuinely sorry Scarab... look...I can't promise to never throw any more parties... but how about from now on I keep things smaller, real low-key, does that sound good?" Prismo's voice is hopeful, and Scarab actually takes a moment to consider his words.

He wants to say no, to find some kind of fault to throw back in the Wishmaster's face. Instead, he nods, too tired to fight anymore for time being. "That sounds... acceptable..."

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Ever since the party, Scarab has been strangely quiet and constantly on edge. Prismo can't help but feel a little guilty, he's not sure what specifically was said or done, but whatever it was seems to have the guy genuinely stressed out. He acts like something bad is about to happen at any given moment. 

As much as he's been dying to ask Scarab for more details, he doesn't want to risk pushing him too far...again. He needs to tread carefully, especially with how defensive Scarab tends to get. 

He has to get to the bottom of this.

Contacting Cosmic Owl is easy enough, finding an excuse to get Scarab out of the room is a little trickier. However luck seems to be on his side, as soon as Scarab heard that they were having company he quietly excused himself and headed into the lower levels of the Time Room. Okay, so it may have been a little concerning how easy it was, but now it was just him and Cosmic Owl in the room.

"Alright I'm ready, spill, how bad is it?"

"Not gunna lie man, it's pretty bad. Everyone's talking about how much of a mood killer Scarab was. A lot of gods are saying they won't show up to any more parties if he's gonna be there. Although I don't really blame them."

And just like that, all of Prismo's plans to salvage the situation went down the drain. The party had given him hope that the Time Room wouldn't be so vacant anymore, that he could convince more gods to stop by and hang out occasionally. But now it seems he's just given them more of a reason to avoid this place. As much as it hurt though, there was one thing that bothered him more.

"What? But he lives here, how can he not be at the party?"

"I mean, the time rooms a pretty big place." Cosmic owl shrugs "It can't be that hard for him to just find a place to crash while Everyone's here?"

Prismo knows he's trying to be helpful, but the thought of actually banning Scarab from any future parties doesn't sit right with him. Not being invited to a party sucks, being told explicitly not to show up is pretty bad, but being told you're not welcome in your own home... that's awful! Having made up his mind, Prismo firmly shakes his head.

"Yeah, not gunna happen."

"But-"

"But nothing. This is his home man. I can't like, lock him up in a room somewhere."

"But he's a jerk and total mood killer. Besides, it's not like this is actually his home. Isn't he literally being forced to be here against his will?"

"That's not the point! I just...look, it's complicated, but I can't do that to him..." Prismo shifts uncomfortably, not completely thrilled with how the conversation has turned "this really sucks..."

"Hey man, cheer up, I bet he wouldn't even mind it that much."

"You don't get it, this is all my fault... I should have considered Scarab's opinion before deciding to throw that party. This is on me. I was... a bad host."

"What, no way! You're the best at hosting parties!"

"Oh really, well if i'm so great why are you the only person that ever stops by!" He doesn't mean for his voice rise or come out quite so angry, but by the time he realizes what he's saying it's too late. Cosmic Owl stiffens at the sudden tension and Prismo quickly tries to backpedal "Oh no, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have- I just-"

"Hey, no, it's cool! I uh... maybe I was over stepping just a little bit...?" Cosmic Owl is quick to interrupt Prismo's building panic. "You're right, I don't really get what the big deal is. But if you insist on still inviting Scarab, then I guess that's just how it'll have to be."

"Really? You're cool with it?"

"I mean, Scarab or no, a Prismo party is a Prismo party. I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Thanks dude."

After that, the two of them chat for a while, pointedly avoiding Scarab as a topic of conversation. There's still a little tension hanging in the air, with many things being left unsaid, but there's not much point in dwelling on that.

Eventually Cosmic Owl has to leave for work, and it isn't until after he has already left that Prismo realizes he never asked what happened between Scarab and the others. So much for that plan.

Well, there's nothing he can do about it now. He may not know all the details, but he can at least try and cheer Scarab up. And he knows exactly who to call, here's to hoping that this time things go a bit smoother.

"Prismo. Do you truly believe it's wise to have the... crossovers here." Scarab watches as Fionna and Cake tumble around the Time Room, roughhousing as if they own the place. 

Prismo just shrugs while continuing to set things up, grinning stupidly the entire time while ignoring Scarab's scowl. 

"...What exactly is it you are doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm setting up for a movie night" Prismo says casually, as if it's the most obvious thing "and you obviously can't have a movie night without like, a whole bunch of comfy pillows to lounge on."

"And Snacks dude! Don't forget the snacks!" Fionna chimes in before refocusing her attention to her cat companion.

"Right, and snacks!" Prismo confirms, with a snap of his fingers several bowls appear, filled with assorted treats. 

Scarab stares at them incrediously, trying to figure out what exactly he's missed. Inviting mortals into the Time Room whenever he pleases is highly improper of a Wishmaster, especially considering Scarab had previously tried to capture said mortals and destroy their home... and yet neither the human nor feline seem perturbed at all by his presence. 

Eventually Scarab's lack of response catches Prismo's attention, causing him to pause.

"Uhh, you do know what a movie night is, right?"

"Tch, of course I do. I just fail to see the reasoning behind this sudden decision."

"Oh, um... well, I promised that I wouldn't throw any more huge parties? And well, I guess there's nothing really smaller than this?" 

Scarab isn't quite sure how to respond. Prismo had indeed promised him that, and while he didn't believe that Prismo was outright lying back then, it hadn't really occurred to him that the gesture was in any way serious. An empty promise hastily made to comfort, nothing more than wishful thinking. Apparently, it seems he was wrong.

The light in the room dims, finally snapping Scarab out of his thoughts. Fionna and Cake are settling down on the pile of cushions that were summoned in the middle of room, while Prismo stretches out along his usual place on the wall. The TV wall flickers on, bathing the room in a soft glow.

"C'mon Scrabby, take a seat "

"I'll stand."

"Whatever man, you do you"

And so the "movie night" began. Although Scarab couldn't quite tell if they were truly watching a movie or simply watching another universe. Not that it really matters.

Scarab finds himself paying more attention to their guests than the actual screen. They seem completely at ease in his presence, even sitting with their backs towards him. Granted, it's not like he could actually do anything to them in his current form. 

"Hey Prismo? Can we get some blankets over here?" Fionna's voice cuts through the quiet.

"Oh sure, let me just-" with a snap, a heap of colorful fabric appears "that should do it."

"Thanks!"

The conversation ends just as quickly as it started, or at least that's what Scarab assumed before the human suddenly gasps and makes a shrill sound. Wincing at the noise, he sees Fionna burying her face into the pile of blankets.

"Oh my Glob these are so freaking soft! You gatta feel them dude!"

Prismo hesitates before reaching an arm across the floor towards the blankets in question. "uh yeahhh...they're super...soft, i guess?.. um, to be completely honest, I can't like, actually feel them." Noticing her confused he elaborates a little more "I mean, i can feel that they're there, it's just that touch doesn't really translate across dimensions very well."

Stretching a hand towards Prismo, Cake goofily smacks the wall where his body is. "You mean to tell us you can't feel this at all?"

"Nope. Not really. It's just like how I couldn't feel it when you tried stomping on me back when we first met." Prismo chuckles, watching as Cake withdraws her arm.

Fionna and Cake glance at each other, sharing a look. 

"Uh, not to be a downer, but that seems kinda...sad?" Fionna says, her voice quiet for once. She looks briefly over at Scarab who just shrugs, what is there for him to say, that's just how it is.

"Oh... I guess it is a bit of bummer? But it's not that big of a deal. I've lived like this for eons." 

"But haven't you ever wondered what touch is like?" Cake questions, shaking her head. "I wasn't a normal house cat for very long, but I constantly wanted things that were always just out of my reach."

"I guess I've kinda always wondered what things like blankets felt like..." Prismo seems to ponder this for a moment, finally taking the questioning seriously as he pauses the TV wall. "And... touch does seem kinda interesting? But it's not like I can really do anything about that."

"Hmmm... oh! What about Scarab!" Fionna chimes in, her voice excitedly rising as she turns to properly face Scarab.

"...What about me?" Scarab slowly asks, suspicion dripping into his voice. 

"Well, you two are both on the same dimension right?"

"Yes..."

"Well, then can't you guys touch?"

Scarab suddenly tenses, eyes darting towards the Wishmaster who in turn freezes as well. They just stare at each other, neither knowing what to say. It seems the thought hadn't occurred to either of them before, but now that that it was spoken there was no turning back. 

Eventually it's Prismo who manages to break eye contact first, awkwardly clearing his throat. "... In theory we could probably... um touch? Since we're both..." his voice trails off as he gestures with his hand.

"No." Scarab can feel everyone's eyes snap back to him, but he ignores it "Absolutely not."

"Aww what, C'mon man" Fionna starts to whine but Prismo quickly cuts her off.

"Nonononono. Scarab doesn't have to do anything he's not cool with. Besides, I bet touch is totally overrated!" Prismo is frantically rambling while reaching for the remote. "Like, who really needs it? Not me, that's for sure. And obviously he wouldn't want to either, so we're all on the same page. No need to do anything... uh hey, why don't we just forget about this and continue our movie night!" 

Fionna and Cake look unconvinced but settle back into their seats anyways, now with the added blankets.

Watching this display however, a thought comes to Scarab and he grins behind his mask. While he has no desire for the physical contact, perhaps a little experiment could prove interesting. Silently he walks towards Prismo, who's obviously trying to avoid looking in his direction. Scarab slowly reaches out his hand and ever so slightly grazes Prismo's arm.

For a split second there was purple. 

Then there was screaming.

Fionna and Cake jump into a defensive stance but are merely greeted by a wide eyed Scarab standing where Prismo had just previously been. Across the room, said cosmic being is hiding (totally not cowering) in the corner.

"Dude, what the heck was that!" Prismo tries to stop himself from sounding panicked, but his voice betrays him as it rises.

Speechless, Scarab just stares at the empty space in front of him. It takes him a second to fully process what had just happened. They had touched, then...? 

A quiet chuckle floats through the air and Prismo's jaw drops in disbelief. He isn't hallucinating, right? 

"Scrabby, are you... laughing?!" Prismo grins and slinks closer, momentarily forgetting his fear "oh my glob, you totally are!"

Scarab quickly clears his throat, floundering to regain his composure "Of course I wasn't." Before Prismo can press him further, he continues, sounding smug "You know, that shriek was most unbecoming of a Wishmaster. Especially at just a simple touch."

Realizing that there's no imminent threat, Fionna and Cake sit down once more. With amused expressions they sit back, resigned to just watch as the two gods seem to forget that they're in the room."

"What, I- I did not shriek! It just surprised me!"

"Hmm, oh really?"

"Yeah and- wait... did you say touch? Is that really what that was!?"

"Would I lie?"

"No... I mean, possibly I guess? I dunno man, you're kinda hard to read sometimes."

"Good." 

"C'mon, give me something to work with here, please?"

"Very well. Yes. That was... touch."

"...Do it again?"

"No." Scarab is quick to shoot down the question. As entertaining as it had been, he's in no rush to go any further. He had done it on a whim, and nothing more. Of course, his denial won't stop Prismo from whining. 

"What, that's not fair, I wasn't ready for it!"

"Perhaps you shouldn't have let your guard down."

"Hey, we can't all be sticks in the mud like you Scrabby. Live a little."

"Not all of us are free to do as we please. Some people actually have to follow rules." He can't help but scowl, mood souring at the reminder. As much as Prismo likes to pretend it's so, they are not friends. 

"Aaand we're back to the rules thing. C'mon dude, I thought we were having fun? Why does everything have to be so up and down with you. You really need to relax." 

It's honestly starting to annoys Prismo with how quickly Scarab always jumps back into preaching about rules. He acts like he's so righteous, but he's here due to his own mistakes... Okay so maybe Prismo contributed a little at the start, but everything else is on Scarab. And while Prismo still can't shake the feeling that something isn't right, reason or not, he and Scarab can't continue like this.

Of course Scarab doesn't see it like that.

"Unlike you, I don't get to have that luxury." 

 "Geez man, who hurt you." He meant it as a joke to avoid falling back into the same cycle they always end up in, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, he pauses, eye widening. That... could possibly explain some things.

Sensing the sudden shift, Scarab turns away crossing his arm "Let's drop this."

"Scrabs..." Prismo's voice is sickeningly gentle, which in turn only cements Scarab's denial.

"Don't. Just forget I said anything."

"Does this have anything to do with the party? Or is it something else?"

"I'm serious Prismo, if you know what's good for you, you'll drop it."

"Hey c'mon, don't be like that, I just want to help."

"Prismo."

"No, im being serious too!" Desperation leaks into Prismo's voice. He knows it's not a great idea to push too much, but this is important.

"There's nothing to help with."

"Please man, just... you don't have to tell me anything private or go into specifics, but... at least tell me something? You can't expect me to just ignore something like that!" It's a bit risky with Scarab's reactions always being unpredictable, but some things need to be said. "I get that this might be hard for you to believe, but i care about you. What you're doing isn't healthy! I'm really not as oblivious as you think I am... I can tell that something is wrong, see that you've been struggling... why won't you let me lessen the load, even if just a little?"

"I said I'm fine."

"Scarab!" Prismo shouts, but regrets it immediately when he notices Scarab flinch. He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Okay...alright... i'll drop it for now... but can you promise me something? If you're ever not okay, if someone does or says anything to you... promise you'll come to me? Or at least just try talking to me honestly?"

Scarab hesitates, thinking it over. If Prismo can give up his wild partying, then perhaps he can compromise a little as well? But trust isn't something so easily given, especially given the circumstances.

As if reading his thoughts, Prismo continues. "I get that you hate it here, but maybe you could at least give it a chance? I don't expect us to become best friends or anything... but you can't keep just... shutting down and lashing out. It's honestly kind of tiring..."

At that, Scarab can't help but nod. As much as he hates agreeing with him, he has to admit that constantly searching for reasons to fight is... taxing. Although it still angers him that Prismo meddled with his punishment, if the alternative was truly what he thinks it was, perhaps an... ally...would be beneficial. If a simple promise is what it'll take to secure his safety, then so be it. 

"Very well..."

"What?"

"...I promise."

Prismo grins but before he can reply an awkward cough startles him, and suddenly both entities are reminded that they're not alone in the room.

Embarrassed, Prismo quickly settles down along his wall, wordlessly patting the spot next to him. After only a slight hesitation Scarab sits down nearby. Not quite as close as Prismo hoped, but he smiles tentatively nevertheless. It's Progress. 

The girls don't ask about what had just transpired, and Prismo hits play on the remote.

Scarab is actually grateful for the distraction after that mortifying moment. After some time he even finds it's strangely somewhat peaceful in the room, and soon finds himself relaxing a little. He supposes letting his guard down a tiny bit won't hurt... 

The mere thought fills him with unease, but when he notices Prismo's blue eye watching him he shakes it off. Apparently Prismo was serious about not being as oblivious as he seems. He's not quite sure if he's comfortable with that discovery. Exactly how much has the Wishmaster figured out?

Quietly, as to not draw anymore attention back to them, he mutters "It's really nothing I can't handle... I'm okay Prismo."

Seemingly put at ease, Prismo refocuses back on the TV, leaving Scarab alone to his thoughts.

Chapter Text

He hates to admit it, but Prismo was right. A change was needed.

They had a long talk, well, Prismo did most of the talking, but they were able to come to an agreement of sorts. Just a few boundaries set in place and the acceptance that they'd both try to work on their own issues.

Scarab does his best to cut back on some of his biting remarks, and Prismo no longer comments how Scarab needs to "relax". It's not that he's stopped caring, Scarab still catches him staring, a concerned look on his face. But the lack of verbal reminders of everyone's biggest critique of him is appreciated. Some things are better left unsaid.

It's not a perfect system, they still bicker often, but there's less heat behind it. 

Prismo continues to have smaller gatherings, slowly allowing Scarab to get used to socializing more. Although most of the time it's just Cosmic Owl or the crossovers. It's not a huge social circle but at the very least it's consistent, and while he may never admit out loud, Scarab finds himself enjoying their company occasionally. 

Cosmic Owl was skeptical of Scarab at first, although he quickly warmed up to the idea of being able to play more than just two-player games. Scarab's somewhat competitive steak adding an extra layer entertainment to it all. As for Fionna and Cake, the human was more than willing try extending an olive branch to him once more "no hard feelings" as she put it. 

It still angers him to think of all his wasted efforts hunting them down, his careful planning all for nothing. If she were angry at him or mistrusting of him, he'd know how to handle it. Instead, she apologized. To him. 

She expressed how she understood what it was like to work in a thankless job, just to end up fired. How much harder they made it for him when he was just trying to do his job. She genuinely apologized. 

Scarab didn't know what to say. He wanted to be angry, he WAS angry, and yet he couldn't completely fault her. She was a mere mortal with no idea of the full situation. She hadn't chosen to be illegally created, and there was no way she could have predicted that she'd enter a multiverse she had no business being a part of. Her antics were aggravating and dangerous to the multiverse around her, so yes, he was still angry, but not at her. 

Living in the Time Room gives him plenty of time to reflect, and while his situation was... less than optimal, some of his anger may have be misdirected.

Cake was a bit slower to completely accept him, but at least was willing to trust Fionna's judgement. To be fair, it's important to note that he didn't exactly apologize to either of them in any sense of the word. Although, he did noticeably stop calling them "the crossovers"...to their faces at least. (Not that calling them"human" and "cat" is much better). 

Things are mostly peaceful in the Time Room; Prismo hasn't even brought up the matter of "touch" again, though if he occasionally stands a tad closer than usual, Scarab graciously doesn't mention it. 

It's as Scarab is mulling over these recent events that Prismo suddenly appears in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh good I found you! We uhh, we have a guest upstairs and I figured I'd give you a heads up."

"Oh?"

"He's actually one of our co-workers, and I didn't want you to be blindsided if you go up there..."

"I see... thank you for the warning..."

"No problem, want me to walk you up? I'm kinda not in any hurry to go up there."

"Hmm... but aren't you already there? I'm assuming you split yourself in two instead of abandoning our guest?"

"Well, yeah, but I figured talking with you at the same time will help calm my nerves, this guy seriously freaks me out."

"Very well. Though I hope you've improved your ability to handle two conversations at once.

"No promises."

Scarab rolls his eyes at Prismo's response "Then perhaps it's best we walk in silence." 

He isn't too thrilled to deal with any of their co-workers, most of them being insufferable, and it certainly doesn't help that this sudden visit is quite suspicious. Despite Prismo's famous likeability, other than the Cosmic Owl, it's actually quite rare for them to have non-mortal visitors in the Time Room. 

Prismo doesn't look too pleased with the request but obliges anyways. Together they walk along the twisting hallways, however the closer they get to the main room, the more Prismo begins to fidget nervously. It's strange to see Prismo act this way about a guest, and soon his restless energy begins to infect Scarab as well. Unease fills the air as they finally reach the entrance.

Pausing before the steps he looks up at the Wishmaster expectantly. "Since you came all this way just to warn me, do you care to at least give me a little more context as to who our guest is?"

"Oh, right! Well...most people usually just call him Shifty."

"Shifty."

"Haha yeah, it's a nickname I used once that just kinda... stuck. Honestly if I knew everyone was going to be using it I would have come up with something better."

"And for those who don't call him...Shifty?" Scarab's voice is unamused as he creeps further up the steps hoping to catch a quick glance of this "Shifty" fellow. Looking back through his memories he doesn't recall ever meeting someone by that name, and with such a moniker you'd think Scarab would be more likely to remember it.

Scarab is still mulling over the possibilities when he finally reaches the top of the steps, but the scene in front of him causes him to pause. The atmosphere in the room is strangely intense, and yet looking around he doesn't see anything amiss.

Standing in the center of the room chatting with Prismo is their "guest", a being seemingly made of colorful shapes randomly moving about its form. Scarab observers him uneasily, nothing about them outwardly seems dangerous, and yet an overwhelming feeling of fear rushes through him. Every fiber within Scarab is screaming for him to flee...and so he does.

Quickly backing down the stairs, he rejoins Prismo in the hall. Out of sight of this "Shifty" fellow, the feeling of imminent danger dissipates.

"Told you he was weird" Prismo says smugly, ignoring Scarab's glare. "And to answer your question, before then, people called him The Watcher, buuut that's kinda creepy so... "

"The Watcher? With a name like that I'd expect more...eyes."

"He has eyes."

The bluntness of the statement throws Scarab off, and yet as he waits for Prismo to clarify what he meant it becomes increasingly clear that he has no intention of doing so.

Unsettled, Scarab scowls and glances back at the stairs. Building up his courage he climbs them once more, having no intention of hiding down here. Not even from an entity with such an ominous aura.

"Ah Scarab, I thought I heard another voice. Interesting. I see the rumors about you are true." The Watcher's voice does nothing to calm his nerves as it echoes about the room. Despite there being no visible eyes, Scarab can't help but feel as if he's being scrutinized. The sensation is strangely reminiscent of that first party... and yet instead of an entire crowd, it's only one person. 

A quick glance to Prismo shows the Wishmaster is also watching them wearily, the slightest hint of a frown replacing his usual smile. That only confirms to Scarab that something strange is definitely going on here. 

Swallowing down the building dread, he makes his way towards Prismo, electing not to reply to mysterious being. He's not sure what specific rumors are being referenced, but with Scarab's track record one can assume it's nothing good. Gods love to gossip.

Seemly unbothered by the silence, the colorful being continues "Anyways, I assume you know why I'm here Prismo?"

"...I have a guess..." Prismo says slowly, finally shaken from his thoughts. Scarab stands close, prepared to simply listen for now. Perhaps he'll be able to glimpse some new information from this.

"Ha. Funny guy. So, shall we get to business then?"

"Actually, it's uh... great to see you and all, but we've been over this before. One wish per person."

"Oh, that's just semantics." The Watcher begins to idle meander around the room, inspecting what little there is to see. At least Scarab had been able to finish his cleaning duties before he arrived, so there's no worry of him seeing something he shouldn't.

"Yeah, it's really not though? The rules are pretty clear, everybody gets one wish."

"But you don't."

"I- what?"

"You say the rules are clear, and yet technically, not everyone actually gets to have a wish. The rules are already flexible, so who's to say that someone can't have more one wish?" He gives off an air of smugness as if he's just accomplished some amazing feat, and for a moment Prismo just stares at him, mouth hung open.

But as the initial shock wears off, Prismo stands up straighter glaring down at him. His voice is blunt and short, patience apparently running thin "Yeah that's not how this works. You wanna know who's to say? I'm to say. And I say it's one wish per person. You made your wish. End of story."

The sternness is his voice causes the being to move back a little. It catches even Scarab off guard, Prismo has never been anything but patient with him, so seeing him properly cross for once is surprising. 

"Hey man, I thought you were cool." 

"Look, im all about being cool and stuff, but this is serious biz. This is my job. If you don't like it, then I suggest you leave."

The two stare each other down, daring the other to make a move. Eventually their guest sighs, seeming to finally take the hint and exits the Time Room. As soon as he's gone, Prismo slumps down along the wall as if all the energy was suddenly sucked out of him.

Perhaps on a normal day Scarab would comment on his poor posture, but finds himself sliding down the wall as well. Whatever force the so called "Watcher" had been exuding seems to have taken its toll on the both of them. While it certainly was no where near the worst Scarab had ever felt, the lack of a clear cause is unsettling. He finds it somewhat alarming for a being to effortlessly display such an overwhelming power, but does his best to not dwell on the thought for too long.

"That seriously sucked dude... thanks for being here."

It takes Scarab a moment to realize that the statement was directed to him, clearing his throat Scarab does his best to regain his composure. A task easier done now that the ominous feeling has left to room.

"I...didn't do anything though?"

"You did plenty, it was comforting to not be completely alone with the guy. I hate it when he shows up like this."

"I suppose I can see why... what exactly was this all about?"

"Eh, the dude comes here every couple centuries or so trying to sneak in a second wish. It was fine at first, but it's getting kind of annoying now."

Scarab ponders this, it isn't unusual for someone to want more than what they got, but you'd think a cosmic being would have more dignity. "What was he trying to wish for?"

"No idea. I don't usually let him get that far, but whatever it is, I don't think I'd like it..."

"What makes you say that?"

"You probably noticed, but the dude gives off seriously bad vibes... plus his original wish was like, super weird."

"Care to elaborate?"

"...He got rid of his name."

"He...what?" He stares at Prismo, trying to discern if he's joking, but the Wishmaster's face just looks... tired. Scarab sits up a bit straighter, interest piqued. 

"Got rid of his name, like, wished it out of existence. He doesn't have an actual name, that's why he has those creepy nicknames."

"I see, so his wish backfired. A bit careless on his part, but I assume he now wants to undo it with another wish."

"Nope. He did it on purpose. Like, it was the clearest, most thought out phrasing of a wish I've ever heard. The dude was meticulous. I'm pretty sure he got exactly what he wanted."

"Why would he do that?"

"I have no clue. But that's part of what makes him especially freaky. I know I like to joke that you can be unpredictable sometimes, but this guy is on a whole other level."

"Well, I suppose I'm glad we won't have to deal with him again any time soon."

"Great news Prismo! My delightful little friend here has agreed to make a wish for me!" a familiar sing songy voice suddenly interrupts the tranquil quiet of the room. 

Scarab and Prismo freeze where they are, sitting in front of the little computer they share. 

With narrowed eyes Scarab glances up at the Wishmaster and hisses "I thought you said he wouldn't be back for several centuries!"

"That's what I thought!" Prismo quickly shuts the computer and straightens, preparing himself for the inevitable. Shifty rarely returns so soon, and it really doesn't sit well with him... maybe he's starting to get impatient? It's a worrisome thought, despite knowing him for so long Prismo has no idea what Shifty is capable of. He's always careful to avoid answering questions whenever Prismo tries prying into him. Not even other co-workers seem willing to say much about him.

Like clockwork the atmosphere of the room tenses the moment Shifty enters, a small grey being in tow. They situate themselves in the middle of the room, standing side by side.

Prismo eyes his "friend" wearily. The entity can only be described as a nervous looking rock... or perhaps a sweaty meatball? That seems a bit more accurate. He isn't exactly sure how to explain them in a nicer manner, but either way, the being does not seemed very thrilled with their current situation. Shifty looms over them, colors changing intensely.

Tired of waiting, Shifty nudges them. "Go on. Make the wish."

"Hey man, he seems kinda...tense. How about we do some introductions?" Prismo suggests tenderly, he doesn't want to seem to obvious about it but something about the situation bothers him.

"Very well."

Prismo looks down at the newcomer and dumbly asks the first question that comes to his mind "Hey man, are you sure about this? You know you only get the one wish, right?" He winces at his own words, he didn't really mean to start with that, but it's always hard for him to think when Shifty's weird vibe is messing with him.  

"Of course he knows, he's more than willing to share it with me." Shifty quickly interjects, not allowing them to speak.

Lucky for Prismo, Scarab seems to pick up on his distress and discreetly moves closer. Suddenly feeling a bit more grounded than before, he takes in a deep breath. 

"Right...well uh, what's your name?"

"His name is Obitus."

"...Ok. Obitus. Nice to meet you. As you probably know, i'm Prismo the Wishmaster. Before we get start, do you have any questions?"

"Oh, no. He's fine, we've already gone over everything before coming here. He's fully prepared."

"Uh... maybe you can let him do the talking?" Prismo's eye twitches, his growing irritation pushing away his discomfort. As much as he'd like to give Shifty the benefit of the doubt, it really doesn't look like this conversation is going to get very far.

"No need for that. Let's not dwell on idle chit-chat any longer, shall we begin with the wish making now? That is what you do here, isn't it?" There's an edge to Shifty's voice, suspicion creeping in. 

"Yeah no. I'm not dealing with this right now." With a snap of his finger Prismo teleports "Obitus" away, then, feeling bold, pulls the computer towards himself, opening it up to resume his writing. "Hey Scrabby, where did we leave off?" 

Scarab to his credit, hid his shock at the sudden change quite well. Instead of reacting, he follows Prismo's lead.

"I believe we just reached the climax of the fight scene"

Shifty... well, he shifts, not liking this turn of events "What are you talking about? I demand you bring him back this instant!"

Not even bothering to look up, Prismo shrugs as he replies. "That guy was clearly being forced to be here. Like seriously dude, you couldn't be any more obvious."

"But the rules say nothing about that!"

"Hey. I'm the Wishmaster here, not you. And you need to chill out dude, you're being super uncool."

"What, so you're refusing to do your job now?" 

Prismo can't help but chuckle at the guy's indignance and glances at Scarab, who pointedly looks away. It seems he isn't the only one to notice the irony of Shifty's statement. He'd like to imagine that there's a secret smile hidden under that blue mask. Of course that would depend on Scarab actually having a sense of humor.

Amused with his own mental joke, Prismo shakes his head, trying to refocus. "Look, when I said you only get one wish, i meant it. And i'm not going to let you steal someone else's wish either. Even if it's not Technically against the rules, it's wrong."

"Wrong. You dare speak to me of right and wrong? I KNOW you Prismo. I know everything about you, i see everything. I-" Shifty suddenly ends his rant mid sentence, a thought coming to mind. "You may not be threatened by me. But what of your own little companion, hmm? What do you think I know of his own actions?"

Prismo suddenly stills, amused smile now gone as he feels Scarab tense up next to him, the threat clearly having its intended effect. He may not have anything to hide, but a secretive guy like Scarab? He's already on thin ice with their co-workers as is, he doesn't need any more drama.

"Ah yes, there's so much to say about tiny little Scarab. The once tiny bug, now infamous god. I bet there's a lot not even you know, Prismo. I wonder what the other gods would think when they hear of it all? I wouldn't even have to say much, just let one tiny thing slip, and let their wild imaginations take care of the rest. I wonder what kind of stories they could spin? Maybe word could even reach our bosses."

With a snap of Prismo's fingers the lights in the Time Room suddenly go out, casting them in darkness. He's seriously had enough of this guy, it's one thing to threaten him, but it's a completely different matter to threaten Scarab. 

"Yeahhh, sorry not sorry. You kinda asked for this Shifty."

Hissing echoes from deep within the Time Cube, rattling along the halls. Seconds later the room fills with small pitch black creatures, eyes a menacing red. Prismo watches as the nightmares engulf the room, surrounding Shifty completely.

The living shadows block him from sight, but do nothing to stop the screams. Sounds of terror fill the room but Prismo ignores it to focus on Scarab. Prismo is quick to try and reassure him by placing a hand on his shoulder but flinches away from the contact. Wide eyed, Scarab looks up at him, his expression strangely hard to read. Right. He can actually feel that. 

Prismo switches tactics, protectively curving his arm around Scarab without actually touching him. "It's ok, don't worry Scrabby. They won't hurt us, I know what I'm doing." Prismo's voice is calm and steady, Scarab simply nods. 

That settled, they both turn their attention to the mass of seething nightmares in front of them; Prismo doing his best to remain neutral, Scarab with a mixture of horror and intrigue. He's witnessed many things, but never anything quite as...unique... as Prismo's wrath. 

It feels like they've been waiting for an eternity, but moments later the lights turn back on. The nightmares screech in alarm before dissolving into nothingness, no longer being fueled by the shadows. The target of the nightmares' anger lays in heap on the floor, whimpering.

"Alright, I think you get the message, you're free to go now Shifty. Though in the future, I really suggest you think twice before threatening either of us."

Without replying, Shifty gathers himself and exits the Time Room. Prismo could have easily teleported him out, but the thought of such a mercy hadn't even crossed his mind. He doesn't utilize his corporeal body's abilities very often, but sometimes you need to be a little... firm. 

"Prismo, as...interesting... as that was, I thought no one could do harm within the Time Cube?" Scarab asks quietly as he tries to digest what he just witnessed. There's a slight tremor to his voice and Prismo aches to pull him into a hug... he doesn't of course, but the urge is still there.

"Well yeah, physically at least." Prismo shifts uncomfortably "The nightmares themselves can only affect you mentally... but you know, minds are powerful things Scrab-er- Scarab... sometimes what's inside can hurt you more than anything that's on the outside."

"I...suppose that makes sense."

"Yup... you can probably see why I don't use them very often, they can get a little vicious... I'm- I'm sorry you had to see that actually" Prismo turns away, suddenly unable to look at Scarab. "It's really not a pleasant side of me... the fact that my body can produce those monsters...it's awful"

Prismo shrinks in on himself a little, the shame for his actions finally catching up to him. Maybe he went a little too far? He could have handled the situation differently. Oh glob, what does Scarab think of him now? Scarab already has trouble trusting him... what if this was a deal breaker? What if he no longer feels safe around Prismo? What if-

"Hmm...but didn't you once tell me you view yourself and the physical body as two separate entities?" Scarab forces his voice to be somewhat calmer, noticing Prismo's obvious inner turmoil.

"I...uh, what-" Prismo is caught off guard by Scarabs casual response and needs a moment to regather his thoughts "...I guess I did?"

"Then it's not really you that created them. And while you may have the ability to release them, they do not reflect you as a person. But even if that weren't the case, I certainly wouldn't call them monstrous."

"You...wouldn't?"

"Your corporeal body creates them for security purposes, correct? To ensure no one disturbs him?"

"Well... yeah? For the most part."

"Then they're not vicious, they're protective. They're simply keeping your physical body, and therefore you, safe. That's quite admirable, isn't it? And while some may find it unsightly, it's not their faults for how they look or sound. It's simply the way that they are."

"That's... actually kind of sweet Scarab... but...they're filled with just so much hate."

"Not hate, Prismo. Fear. Wild animals don't attack because they're hateful, they lash out in fear. Motivated by the desire to survive."

Prismo considers this, it...makes sense he supposes. He had never put much thought into it, but Scarab clearly has. "You seem to know a lot about this"

"Perhaps I do." Scarab confirms, but doesn't offer up anything else. Instead, he switches topics "Are your guests always this...rude?"

"Eh, I get people like him coming in here all the time, trying to cheat the system."

"Sounds like someone I know" Scarabs voice comes out more amused than accusing.

"Aw, if I didn't know better I'd say you're going soft on me. Who knew there was so much mush underneath that prickly exterior of yours."

"I am not soft. But, I suppose you surprised me as well. You're not as much of a pushover as I thought you were."

"Did you just compliment me? Aw, Scrabby"

"I regret it already."

Prismo stares down at his physical body, studying it. There doesn't appear to be any lingering nightmares, not that there ever are... he just likes to be sure.

Scarab's words from earlier coming to his mind, he seemed so convinced that the nightmares aren't monsters... just... misunderstood. Frowning, he finally turns away from his body.  Scarab is so much more thoughtful than people give him credit for, and yet something about the way he was talking bothers Prismo.

Scarab may have been describing the nightmares, but it also seemed sort of... personal. 

Prismo contemplates this, he himself often dreams of the universe outside of the Time Room and he can barely even remember what it's like. To Scarab, whose memory is still fresh, the Time Room is probably more like a cage, keeping everything he's ever known just out of reach.

With that in mind, he can't help but wonder what Scarab truly thinks of being two dimensional. Prismo is used to the feeling (or lack thereof), but Scarab has lived his entire life on the third dimension... to have such sensations suddenly taken away from him, even as a punishment, seems a bit much... Does he miss it? Does he miss being free, able to travel wherever he pleases?

It's moments like this that really makes the Time Room seem more like a cage...but it's not like he can just "release" Scarab, it's not really his call... plus this is still technically supposed to be a punishment.

Then an idea comes to Prismo's mind. Perhaps there is something more he can do after all. It's not guaranteed to work, he had to pull a lot of strings just to give Scarab this much... but it couldn't hurt to try. Besides, nobody really ever says no to "everybody's pal Prismo".

Summoning a phone, Prismo begins to dial a number.

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Scarab paces back and forth deep in thought, while Prismo is off somewhere deeper within the Time Room. Probably monitoring his body again. 

He shudders just thinking about the swarming nightmares. His words of not viewing the nightmares as monsters were true, Scarab doesn't fear them, however, he's come across an...unexpected dilemma.

To his own annoyance, Scarab has found himself treading lightly around Prismo, as if walking on eggshells. He's overly aware of Prismo's every move, most of his days are filled with unease, waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

It's not the living shadows that are the problem, it's the being who can so easily command them.

Prismo held back. When Scarab was investigating Prismo and the crossovers, the Wishmaster apparently was capable of fighting back the entire time. At any moment he could have summoned the nightmares to attack Scarab, but he didn't. Instead he toyed with him, prolonged the hunt, pretended to be weak. And Scarab fell for it, he had no idea how close to danger he truly was that entire time. 

At the very least, Prismo's panic over the reveal seemed... genuine... but how can Scarab truly know for sure? He had always thought of Prismo as being a terrible liar, which he is, and yet he was able to keep something so huge a secret until now. 

If he was able to hide that from him, what other potentially dangerous secrets could he be keeping? How well did Scarab truly know him? 

But that's not even the most troubling part.

He wishes it were anger that he felt, he's well versed in dealing with burning rage or hatred, but this was something different. Instead of fire, it was like ice. Hollow and cold.

While being an assistant in the Time Room, he's found the ability to relax and take joy in simple things to be appealing. As a God Auditor, comfort wasn't something he ever sought after, it was unnecessary and would only weaken him in the long run. It was just another luxury he couldn't afford. 

You see, "Safe" isn't a word Scarab uses often... especially not amongst the other gods; but for a single moment, that's what the Time Room was. Safe. 

Of course, that apparently was just an illusion. A trick of a tired mind.

He should have known better. He knew not to trust anyone, he built up walls around himself for a reason. But somehow the Wishmaster had wormed his way in, eating away at his defenses. It left Scarab feeling... vulnerable. 

So no, Scarab wasn't angry at Prismo for hiding his power, rationally, it's actually a wise thing to do... but he felt betrayed nevertheless. It doesn't make sense for him to feel this way, he's being illogical. Prismo wielded the nightmares to protect them, he knows this. Prismo is under no obligation to divulge every aspect of himself to Scarab, he knows this as well.

But here he is, pathetically pacing back and forth, a mixture of emotions threatening to bubble over. Mistrust, betrayal, vulnerability, anger at himself, and a hint of something he can't quite identify all swirl together in his mind.

Scarab let's out a frustrated groan. No matter how much he thinks it over, there's no clear solution. Things were so much simpler when he could just blame everything on Prismo, but he had made a promise. He had to stop "shutting down and lashing out" as Prismo had phrased it. 

His only saving grace is that his two dimensional form still has his mask. It may not change his inner turmoil, but at least he's not forced to visibly broadcast his every thought.

Unlike a certain Wishmaster. 

Scarab pauses his pacing, momentarily distracted by the thought.

Lately Prismo has been acting strangely... antsy. Especially around him. Confusingly, he can't think of anything he could have done recently to warrant such reaction considering he's been... careful with his words.

Prismo has been down in the lower halls of the Time Room for a while now, and as much as Scarab desires to be alone right now, they both have jobs to do.

Sighing, Scarab makes his way to the stairs, once more having to track down the Wishmaster. At least this time he's fairly positive he knows where he'll be. 

And sure enough, there he is.

"I figured I'd find you down here." Scarab scoffs as he enters the heart of the Time Room, Prismo sitting near his physical form. 

"Do you miss it... your body?"

Scarab stops in his tracks, thrown off by the sudden question. He's not sure what's brought this on, but decides on humoring him for now. At the very least it's a distraction from his own worries.

It's a bit of a difficult question to answer though; being two dimensional is limiting... but there are downsides to having a physical body as well. However if he had to choose one...

"I...suppose a physical form has its benefits" 

Despite the vague answer, Prismo nods, seemingly thinking it over. There's a large stretch of silence before he finally responds, still not looking at Scarab.

"I know it's not exactly the job you originally wanted... but did you enjoy being an auditor?"

"It had its good moments, yes"

"Can... you tell me what it was like?" Finally Prismo turns to face Scarab, his expression hard to read.

Scarab isn't sure what brought on this strange gloominess, but perhaps talking will help? He settles down on the floor, having a feeling this may take a while. He stalls briefly, looking around the room as he tries to figure out what to say. Being a God Auditor wasn't exactly a glamorous job, not many people have the stomach for some of its...darker aspects.

Fortunately, the Wishmaster isn't in any rush, he simply sits there, allowing Scarab to gather his thoughts. 

Finally, Scarab clears his throat.

"Well... it was thrilling at times. There's nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline when a target attempts to fight back." It let him release some of his pent up anger. "Nor can anything compare to the grand feeling of finally closing in on an exceptionally elusive prey." The feeling of a job well done was enough to cover for the lack of any real praise. "There was always something more to do, new challenges to face." It's best to keep busy, it's dangerous to stay idle for too long.

Scarab does his best to explain his job, being honest to a certain extent, but also not divulging more details than necessary. Some things are better left to the imagination.

Prismo silently sits through the whole thing, taking in every word he says. It's almost a little unsettling, but Scarab continues on, determined to finish what he started. 

***

"Hey Scrabby, how's it going?"

If a little shriek of surprise slipped out of Scarab's mouth, he'd surely deny it. But as things stand, he's currently too busy staring in horror as his and Prismo's boss rolls towards him. He tightly grips the broom currently in his hands.

"Orbo... what brings you here?" Scarab winces at the pitch in his voice but ignores it, standing straighter as Orbo eyes him. His face gives away nothing, but then again, Scarab has always found it a bit difficult to read Orbo. He doesn't exactly have many features to go off of.

"Oh, I take it Prismo hasn't told you yet then?"

Scarab hesitates briefly, mind racing to figure out why he's here. "Told me... what, exactly?" At least he's able to keep his voice steady this time. Small steps.

"Well Scrabby, there's going to be a bit of a change in your punishment. It's been cleared by the bosses and everything."

Scarab freezes, eyes wide. A change? And Prismo knew about it?

Dread washes over him as he struggles to not react. Did...Prismo not want him around anymore? Was he getting rid of him? A million different thoughts rush through his mind, none all too pleasant.

"Yup, something about you having to much free time on your hands. Not much of a punishment if you're just sitting around doing nothing."

"I would never-"

"Soooo we came up with a little compromise. Whenever things are slow here you'll be given temporarily access to your body so that you can do your old god auditing job. The new guys really aren't that great, they're way behind schedule and the logs are getting backed up. You'll be heavily monitored of course and your access will be limited obviously."

Orbo drones on, listing off the rules of this new addition to his punishment, but Scarab finds it difficult to concentrate. Everything feels as if it's tilting. 

"Hey, are you even listening to me? You better take this seriously, you're on pretty thin ice Scrabby. I took time out of my busy schedule to come tell you personally."

"Of- of course sir..." Scarab flinches, taking a step away from Orbo. He glances around the room trying to think of any excuse to leave. Fortunately for him, Prismo chooses this moment to finally show up.

"Hey Scrabby, is somebody here?" Prismo's voice carries through the room as he enters, though he pauses for a moment when he sees their guest. "Oh heyyyy...Orbo. Buddy. What brings you here?"

"Primo! How've you been mate? I was just filling Scrabby in on what we discussed."

"What we...? Oh! Oh. Right. That's... good"

"Yep! I gatta say, it was a good call, you contacting me about this and all. I'd hate for Scrabby to be giving you any more trouble."

"What, no, he's really not any trouble! I-"

"No need to worry though! Everything is all set, I just figured I'd come by and give you the good news. "

"Oh, uh, thanks?" Prismo casts a quick glance towards Scarab before continuing "but hey, we're like, uh, super busy at the moment. You know lots of... Wishmaster stuff? We should probably get back to work."

"Fair enough, I'll be off then. Just make sure you keep a close eye on him, can't have him causing any more trouble out there."

"Right..."

"Oh hey, you should totally throw another party soon! It's been a while, it'd be great to have an excuse to leave the office. I'm sure it'll go much smoother with Scrabby out of the way."

"...Oh yeah...totally... I'll definitely think about it." Not gonna happen.

After Orbo leaves, a silence falls over the room as both gods avoid looking at the other. Neither of them seem to really know what to say, but eventually Prismo awkwardly clears his throat, unable to stand the quiet any longer.

"Sooo... Orbo told you about the-"

"About the added punishment? Yes. He did."

"What? Nah man, it's an upgrade!" 

"But Orbo said-"

"Don't worry about him." Prismo quickly cuts him off, hurrying to explain "Look, I had to say that in order to get this whole thing to happen, I was trying to get you some more freedom! And calling it a reward was kind of a hard sell, but calling it a punishment weirdly got their attention..." 

Conflicted, Scarab stares at him skeptically. It's possible he's telling the truth but how can he be sure? If Prismo really meant no harm, why would he have hidden this from him? Making changes to sentences takes time, meaning there were plenty of chances for him to have brought it up. 

He tightens his grip on the broom, but otherwise refuses to outwardly react. He's had enough of that. Instead, he simply turns and moves to leave the room.

"Scarab?"

"I... need some time to think." Scarab walks away, not bothering to wait for a reply as his thoughts begin to spiral. He needs somewhere quiet where he can sort through his thoughts... and preferably far away from Prismo. 

He briskly walks through the twisting pathways, not really caring for where he's going, anywhere will do. The hallways are random and ever changing, but eventually he comes across a set of stairs that seem to have a sort of crawl space under it. The gap seems large enough for him to fit through...

Scarab hesitates briefly, considering what he's about to do, then swallows down his pride and ducks under the stairs. 

The nook is a little cramped, but luckily his 2 dimensional form doesn't take up much space. It's dark and a little dusty, but Scarab sits down making himself comfortable on the wall. Or rather, as comfortable as he can be given the circumstance. 

Here, away from prying eyes, Scarab is finally able to allow himself to relax, even if just a little. He used to take pride in his ability to have complete control over his body, but now he can feel himself shaking ever so slightly. Overwhelmed, he just sits there for a bit, trying to compose himself enough to think this through rationally. 

His mind is a mess, but it's quite here, and he's finally able to properly process the event that just transpired.

In hindsight, Orbo hadn't really said anything all that surprising, nor did he make any moves to directly threaten him... perhaps Scarab's reaction had been a little dramatic? Although to be fair, he and Orbo don't exactly have the best track record. But regardless, the Time Room is Prismo's domain. It's not as if Orbo could have really done anything to Scarab in that moment... though the number of secrets Prismo is holding onto seems to be constantly increasing.

Scarab groans in annoyance, shaking his head, there's no point in circling back to what he has no control over. He's already been through all of that before and got nowhere. Instead he tries to focus on the current issue, the supposed "upgrade" to his job.

He should be happy with getting his body back, even if only on a temporary basis, but the whole situation leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He'll be heavily monitored, having his every move scrutinized, just one wrong move away from a punishment worse than he already has. Prismo dared to call it "freedom", but it feels more like a trap, just another way for the gods to mock him.

Even after everything they've done to him, they still feel he deserves more of a punishment... as if they hadn't already taken enough.

But... it would be nice to a have a break from the insistent yellow walls... to be able to actually interact with objects... it could potentially be a nice change of pace if plays his cards right...

It's a difficult choice to make, on one hand being able to leave to the time room at all sounds amazing, but on the other hand he'd be back to dealing with the other gods and on worse footing than before. He wouldn't be surprised if they all go out of their way just to make his job more difficult. 

There's a million different factors to take into consideration.

Scarab has no idea how long he's been sitting here, but suddenly a sound jolts him out of his thoughts.

"Scarab are you down here?" Prismo's voice echoes from somewhere down the halls, causing Scarab to tense up as he eyes the entrance to the crawl space. "C'mon man give me a clue or something. I've been searching forever" Prismo whines, sounding closer now. Scarab could easily stay hidden and simply wait for him to leave, and it's a tempting thought, but the mental image of him cowering away in a dark hole is enough to make him move. He does still have SOME dignity left after all.

Slowly Scarab begins to climb out of crawl space, though he's stopped as Prismo appears in the entrance, blocking his way.

"Oh snap! There you are dude! I've been looking for you!"

"...so I've gathered." Scarab carefully shuffles back, Prismo hovering just a little too closely.

"Woah, so this is where you were hiding?"

"I wasn't hiding-"

"I didn't even know this was here, that's actually kinda cool. It's like you have your own little room!" He pauses for a moment, a sudden thought coming to him "Huh. Why didn't I think of that...?"

"Prismo."

"Yeah Scrabby?"

"I there a reason for you to be here?"

"Oh, right! I uh..." Prismo backs away from the entrance, finally picking up on the awkwardness and allowing Scarab to exit. "Well, you see... i was- i just-"

Scarab sighs tiredly, not having the energy to deal with this "get to the point Prismo"

"Sorry, sorry! I guess I just wanted to check up on you? You left in a rush and that was a while ago... are you good?"

"Am I good? What do you think."

"Okay, stupid question... but like... are you?"

He takes a moment, eyes wandering around the hallway as he tries to avoid looking directly at Prismo. Scarab can only imagine the kind of face he's making right now... 

"Explain it."

"Uh...what?"

"Explain to me how exactly the subject of me needing more to do came about." Straightening his posture, Scarab finally looks at Prismo with a strengthened resolve. "I want to hear you out."

"Oh." Prismo's brain seems to malfunction as he's caught off guard. He'd been preparing himself for Scarab to yell at him, to accuse him of trying to get rid of him, not...this. "I uh... okay...sure"

"Well?" 

Prismo silently gestures for him to wait as he moves back and sits down along the wall. 

"Well... let me start by repeating: it really isn't supposed to be a punishment." Prismo pauses to gauge Scarabs reaction, but the bug doesn't give up anything. He just stands there.

"Go on."

"Right... I don't really know what to say exactly? I mean, it sort of started with me overthinking things some things, I probably was just reading too far into something you said? But then after hearing you talk about your old job... I dunno... It just clicked. I guess I thought that this would make you happy?"

"You thought I'd be happy to have our boss appear in front of me unannounced, say that my work thus far has been sub par, and then explain that I'm to be given an added punishment. All at your request?"

"...When you put it like that it sounds kinda bad... but I swear, I really had nothing but good intentions!" Prismo begins to worry as Scarab narrows his eyes at him "I just... didn't know how to tell you? This wasn't easy for me to do... plus things are finally going good here! I didn't want to accidentally say the wrong thing and start a fight or something!"

"I see."

"...That's it? Wait...so like, you're not mad?"

"No"

"'So... we're good then?"

"...No"

"But you're not going to yell at me?"

"I'm not going to yell at you." Scarab confirms, crossing his arms. It seems like it's going to take a while for Prismo to grasp the situation.

"...Why does this seem worse?"

"..."

"Oh this is so totally worse. Can I- is there anything I can do to fix this?"

"There's nothing to fix. What's done is done. I just..."

"Did- did I mess up? I really thought... I mean, I had this whole plan! And-"

"Prismo!" 

Prismo stops, eyes wide.

Scarab groans, sliding a hand down his face. Why must Prismo always make things more complicated than necessary. Taking a deep breath, Scarab steadies himself. Once again its left up to him assure the Wishmaster. 

"It's not your fault... not entirely at least. I believe... I just need some more time to think..."

"Okay... i can deal with that...how long do you need? An hour? A day?" Prismo worriedly hesitates at the lack of a reply "

"I don't know..."

"Oh..."

Silence stretches between them, neither god knowing what more to do. There's still so much left to be said, and yet perhaps too much has been said already. Maybe some time is exactly what they need. Take a few moments to themselves and properly think over what it is that they truly want. 

Scarab is willing to admit that perhaps Prismo had actually just been doing what he thought was best... but there's still that tiny seed of doubt. A little voice telling him not to rush in too quickly.

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In hindsight, he might have overreacted a bit. He's been doing that quite a lot lately, not realizing something until after the fact. Logically he knows he should apologize, and yet some part of him still feels burned. 

He'd love to be able to blame all of this on Prismo or the Time Room, but honestly, it's been that way for a while. The old Scarab would have never let the crossover fiasco get so out of hand. What changed? When did he start to go awry?

Egging his colleagues was admittedly a misstep, perhaps it was sometime before then? It's hard to pinpoint exactly when the shift started, he'd been a god auditor for centuries. Really, you'd think he'd have noticed the signs of a decline in quality considering it was literally his job to do so. He saw it all the time, gods becoming complacent and slacking off. 

But perhaps, there lies the issue. He saw it all so much that the lines had become blurred... centuries of the same occurrences over and over again, slowly eating away at him. Or maybe... it could even be the result of an over correction. A desperate attempt to tip the scales, erase whatever he could in order to compensate for the misdeeds he was unable to act against. 

A troubling thought... although it would indeed fall in line with his pattern of misplaced anger. 

Scarab sighs, rubbing his temples. Perhaps there truly was such a thing as too much time. While he had once cherished the ability to reflect in peace and quiet, he feels if he does any more reflecting his head may very well split open. 

As enlightening as this has been, it's time for him to face the facts. He won't find any answers or clarity by just sitting here. 

Besides, he desperately needs to get out of this monotonous cube. And there's only one way to do so...

Of course he caved. Really, how could he turn down such an opportunity such as returning to his auditing duties? Yes, he will be monitored closely and have several... restrictions... but he's used to less than favorable conditions. His time as a proper God Auditor has left him prepared for whatever may come his way.

Now that the decision has been made, it's just a matter of telling Prismo then finding the right time to start. As soon as Prismo gives the go-ahead, all he'll have to do is wake up his physical form. Simple.

Or rather, it should be. It's nearly impossible to keep track of time within the Time Room, but the length of time he and Prismo have spent avoiding each other has felt... long. 

Originally Scarab just wanted a little time to cool off, but then he took it as an opportunity to properly think over the "job offer". This time, with a clearer mind. However, this took him a tad longer than he expected. He hadn't noticed at first, but the deafening silence of the Time Room slowly made itself known. Prismo had respected his wishes and made sure to give him space, somehow resisting the temptation to pester him. 

Even now, they may be in the same room as each other but neither dare to even look at the other. Prismo sits in his usual spot, gaze glued to the computer screen as he types. Meanwhile Scarab stands in the opposite corner, distractedly swiping at cobwebs with a broom. He's struggling to remember when was the last time he and Prismo had properly spoken to each other. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Scarab marches over to Prismo, determination written across all his features.

"Prismo."

The Wishmaster jumps at sudden sound, quickly turning to face Scarab. "Scrabby! You're speaking to me again!"

"Er yes... I've finally come to a conclusion." Scarab takes in a deep breath, preparing himself "I'm going to accept the offer to work as a God Auditor again."

"Oh. That's uh... that's good." 

"Indeed..." Scarab shifts uneasily, confused by the lackluster response. He had expected a bit more of a reaction from Prismo given how hard he had fought for this. 

"Cool cool... thanks for keeping me in the loop I guess." Prismo simply nods, turning to face the computer once more, feigning indifference. 

Scarab stares after him in disbelief. He was under the assumption that this was a big deal to Prismo, but now he's acting like it's nothing special? Doubt creeps its way into his mind but he tries to shove down the feeling. "I figured it would be proper for me to let you know since you'll have to sign off on any usage of my physical form. I cannot report to duty without your explicit permission."

"Mm yeah, makes sense."

"Is... that all?"

"Yup. I'll contact Orbo and get back to you."

"I see... very well then..." He wearily backs away but tries not to think too hard on it. Somewhere in the multiverse there's a saying about gift horses and not looking them in the mouth. This was a good thing. 

...Right?

Perhaps this is one gift horse he should have inspected. He'd give anything to go back in time and push the Wishmaster to talk about it more. Anything to avoid the limbo he is currently in.

Despite Prismo's repeated assurance, Scarab has yet to be allowed access to his physical form. Which would be fine, except that any time he attempts to approach the subject, his concerns are quickly brushed off by the Wishmaster. The list of excuses gets longer and more ridiculous with each passing day.

Not right now. Maybe next time. We're too busy. The timing isn't quite right. The pickles need to be alphabetized. 

Vague responses and empty promises flood out of his mouth every chance he gets. At first Scarab accepted these as truths, but as time drags on it's becoming abundantly clear that Prismo has no intentions of ever letting him actually leave. Although this begs the question: why? 

He had seemed so eager for Scarab to have more to do; he's the one who set the entire thing in motion! So why is he now dragging his feet when Scarab finally felt he was ready.

It takes a lot for Scarab to stop himself from assuming the worst of the Wishmaster, but there's a lingering bitterness he can't shake. Thoughts of betrayal and doubt are quickly shoved down, though always semi present in the back of his mind.

He'd been trying to avoid any more conflict with Prismo, but it's starting to seem like there's no escaping it. Scarab scowls to himself, he knows he should proceed with caution... but unfortunately he's going to need to be direct if there's to be any chance of getting the Wishmaster to finally follow through on his word.

Of course, it would be easier if he could actually get ahold of the Wishmaster. It seems Prismo has caught on to Scarab's growing irritation and has taken to avoiding him once more. Scurrying off to somewhere deep within the time cube. Luckily for Scarab, the Wishmaster is as predictable as ever when it comes to hiding.

Navigating the lengthy halls has been made easier with practice, Scarab barely has any time to consider what exactly he should say before arriving in front of his destination. Scarab takes a deep breath before entering the room, preparing himself for the headache that is Prismo. This will undoubtedly go awry, as everything seems to do when the Wishmaster is involved, but the longer Scarab can keep control over the conversation, he figures the better the odds are that it ends favorably for him. 

"Prismo." Scarab winces slightly at the curtness of his own voice, the Wishmaster startling once again at the sound.

"Heeeey Scrabby, what brings you here?"

"I believe we need to have a discussion."

"Huh? About what?" Prismo raises an eyebrow at him, a lazy smile plastered over his face. Scarab slowly walks further into the room, taking his time as he observes the Wishmaster. To anyone else Prismo would probably seem nonchalant, but Scarab doesn't miss the way he tenses. 

There's many ways this could play out.

"It's Time" Scarab stops walking, leaving a short distance between the two cosmic beings. There's a beat of silence and Scarab briefly wonders if Prismo heard him, but in the blink of an eye the moment is gone. 

"Psh, time doesn't even exist here. It's kinda funny actually, that there's not even any time in a place called the 'Time Room', or i guess there is in a strange sense? It just doesn't really flow in the same way as most places. It's like-"

Scarab sighs, tuning out Prismo's rambling. While his avoidance of the subject is not ideal, Scarab can't say it's unexpected. Just like during his god auditing days, targets rarely go down without at least some form of resistance. He'd be a fool to not see it coming.

"Uhhh Scrabby? Are you even listening to me?" Prismo eyes him wearily, fidgeting in place.

Scowling, Scarab turns his attention back to the Wishmaster, studying him a second longer before simply shaking his head. He can't help but feel somewhat unsettled with the situation, although he can't quite place why.

"Prismo, we both know what I'm talking about. But since you insist on playing this game, then fine. I'm here to discuss the matter of me returning to my job." 

Prismo freezes, eye widening, but quickly recovers and forces out a laugh. "Haha, but haven't you been doing your job?" 

"Don't play coy with me. My actual job. The one you advocated for."

"Mmmm nope, not ringing a bell"

"Then let me be more specific. I'm referring to my duties as a God-Auditor."

"Ohhh that one... riiiiight... well you see, the thing is-"

"Prismo" Scarab interrupts him, voice low with warning "I suggest you choose your next words very carefully."

"No really, I would love to but uh... there's just something I've gatta do first? It's sorta time sensitive so how about we put a pin it and come back to this later?" Prismo laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'd rather discuss this now actually. I'm sure whatever you say you have planned can wait. You said so yourself, time doesn't exist here." Scarab smugly tacks on the last part. For once the Wishmaster doesn't seem to know how to respond, so Scarab continues. "Nothing more to say? Well then, let's start with an easier question, shall we? How about you explain why you've been avoiding me." Scarab's tone is deceptively light, but his narrowed, accusing, eyes give himself away. While he can't say this is the best strategy he could have gone with, he's positive everything will be as long as keeps in mind what he's doing this for. However, the cosmic being in front of him seems to pick up on his agitation.

Prismo audibly gulps. "I haven't been avoiding you exactly... I just-"

"Refuse to let me leave and won't say why?"

"...I mean, sure it sounds bad when you put it that way. Buuuut I like to see it as... uh... not rushing into this too quickly?"

"Too...quickly?"

"Uh, yeah! I mean, really, what's the rush? It's not like it's even all that great out there. There's tons to do here! Like... making pickles! They may have normal boring pickles out there, but do they have Prismo's Artisan Pickles? Nope. Plus we have a hot tub and the tv wall! It's like being outside but in the comfort of our own time cube. Everything is perfect here just the way it is, who would ever want to leave?"

"Prismo." He speaks slowly, struggling to keep his voice neutral as he tries to get the Wishmaster to actually register what he's saying."I'm going to give you ONE more chance you explain yourself." 

"...Did i mention the unlimited snacks?" Prismo shrinks in on himself and Scarab can only imagine what expression he must be making right now. He goes to take a step forward but Prismo quickly interjects "No, wait! I'm sorry! I actually can explain!"

Scarab crosses his arms but otherwise doesn't make another move "Just spit it out already."

"I just really don't want you to leave!" 

"That much is obvious." Scarab scoffs, rolling his eyes at the admission. If Prismo expected this to be an earth shattering revelation, he'd be fairly disappointed.

"That's not- it's more than- I just-" Prismo flounders, apparently struggling to find the right words. Eventually he sighs and hangs his head in defeat "I don't want to be alone again..."

"...Is that it?"

"Huh?"

"Seriously? All this trouble just for that?" Scarab laughs bitterly, shaking his head "Honestly, with the way you were acting you had me thinking it was something serious."

"Hey, that's not fair! I opened up to you..."

"Oh please, you literally asked for this. None of this would be happening if not for you."

"I know, but-"

"But nothing." Scarab doesn't even bother trying to hide the coldness in voice, he just can't fathom why Prismo would be upset over something so trivial. He won't be gone for very long, besides, his servitude here was always meant to be temporary. He won't let him snake his way out the deal so easily. "You don't get to dangle this opportunity in front of my face then suddenly take it away. I'm not here for your amusement."

"I didn't say that you are! You don't understand what it's like, please, just listen to me!"

"I won't let you take anything more from me."

"I'm not trying to take anything away from you! Why do you have to make everything so complicated? I'm just asking for a little more time!" Prismo desperately pleads with Scarab but to no avail, his mind is set. Prismo groans tiredly, looking away. "C'mom man, stop being so difficult. You know, you're kinda acting a little ungrateful right now." 

Suddenly the atmosphere of the room shifts. Prismo straightens up, eye snapping back to Scarab as he realizes what he just said out loud. For a tense moment no one speaks, but eventually Scarab breaks the silence.

"Ungrateful." Scarab's eyes narrow into slits as he stalks towards Prismo, his voice eerily level, but there's a storm brewing just under the surface. "Look who's the hypocrite now."

"Uhm..."

"You're the one who's squandered your gift. You have everything. And yet you do nothing but mope and try to find ways to avoid doing your job. Who cares about other people as long as you get to do whatever you want!"

"Hey! It's not like my life is so perfect either!"

"Oh really? This coming from the guy who has everything I could ever want. Unimaginable power, respect, authority, the title of Wishmaster" Scarab begins to pace along the wall as his composure cracks "I should have been made Wishmaster! You don't even appreciate the role that was given to you! You broke the law and yet nobody even batted an eye. No one dares challenge you! Why should you be allowed to do as you please without punishment while the rest of us struggle just to stay afloat!?"

"...Is that really what you think? This job is literally the only thing I have! What more is there to take from me!"

"There's always more to take!"

"Scarab that's enough!" Scarab stops dead in his tracks, panting slightly; he hadn't even noticed he had gotten so worked up. "Are you done? Can I speak now?" Scarab nods faintly, prompting Prismo to continue. "I know we've had our differences, but really? Do you seriously not get it? You keep complaining that I'm not punished for every little thing I do, but news flash Scarab, Every moment of my life is a punishment! What could they possibly do to me that's worse than an eternity of loneliness and solitude? This job is my sole reason for existing and it's miserable!"

Now it's Scarab's turn to shrink back, not quite sure he likes where this is going. It's not very often Prismo refers to him by his actual name, and for some reason this time it leaves a pit in Scarab's stomach. He may have pushed the Wishmaster a bit too far...

"Do you think it's fun being trapped here in this cube for all of eternity? Do you think i enjoy never getting to see the universe for myself, stuck doing nothing but monitoring other people's lives? Granting other people's wishes? Living in almost complete solitude only being allowed to talk to the lucky few who manage to make it here? So I joke a lot, throw a couple parties here and there, what else am i supposed to do? Sit here in silence and slowly rot away? It's lonely. Scarab. I'm lonely. I can admit it. I know you probably don't understand this because you apparently don't need anyone, but I do. I don't get to have a life. This yellow room is basically my whole world. You say i have everything? Well I say I have nothing. People only come here when they need something from me. If im not the fun party loving guy, why would anyone ever want to hang out here?" 

Prismo sighs defeatedly, the fight slowly draining out of him "if I don't play the roll of everbody's friend... I'd have no one. Other than the Cosmic Owl, none of the other gods ever come around here unless its to party or wish... Maybe there's been a few mortals who would stick around, but they don't last forever. I... I can't stand it. The constant silence... being alone..."

"Prismo I-"

"... How much more pain do you want me to feel before you're satisfied Scarab? How much suffering will it take to make you happy?"

Scarab's mouth runs dry, any possible reply he could come up with is rendered useless as he stands there dumbfounded. There's so many things he wants to say, and yet the only words he can manage to get out are "Prismo... you can't keep me here..."

"...I know"

A silence stretches across the room, neither god knowing what to say anymore. They stand there as if stuck in a stale mate. But as the seconds tick by, eventually Prismo breaks eye contact. 

"If you really want to leave so badly, then just go..." With a flick of his wrist a familiar crystal appears in front of Scarab.

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Scarab emotionlessly stares down at his own slumbering form. He's not quite sure how he feels about the entire situation. He should be happy to finally get his body back, but instead it's just sort of bitter-sweet. This deal comes with a lot conditions, including having to report to Orbo on a regular basis.  

He hesitantly reaches out, blue meeting red, and jostles himself awake.

Scarab's blue form blinks out of existence and the next thing he knows he's opening his eyes. It's a bit disorienting at first, his senses running overtime as he struggles to process where he is. Slowly his memory catch up to him. 

His body creeks in protest as he moves, limbs stiff and unwilling to cooperate. It's a strange feeling, he finally feels like himself for the first time since entering the Time Cube, but at the same time his body almost feels foreign to him now. He both does and doesn't belong all at once.

Inner conflict aside, he has somewhere to be. He can dissect this feeling later, for now he just has to push it to side and focus. 

With an embarrassing amount of difficulty Scarab is eventually able to get his limbs to function enough to navigate through the Time Room. By the time he reaches the main entrance he's able to act as if nothing is amiss at all.

Of course, during his walk he hadn't even thought to prepare how to handle Prismo, although it's not like his 'plans' seem to ever work in his favor anyways. Instead of over thinking it Scarab cautiously walks towards the Wishmaster and sits near by.

If he's to fix this, he's going to have to bridge the gap.

However, before he gets the chance to say anything, Prismo beats him to it.

"My memories from before becoming a Wishmaster may be a little fuzzy, but I know for sure that I didn't take this job just to spite you. I wasn't trying to hurt you, I had genuinely wanted the job." Prismo eyes Scarab, face unnaturally void of emotion. Unsure of how to respond Scarab simply nods, silently signaling to Prismo that he's listening. 

"...You know, despite what you think, I've never looked down on you. I actually thought you were really cool... in a sort of intimidating kinda way" Prismo shakes his head as his frown deepens. "That's part of why I vouched for you to apprentice here after the whole crossover fiasco... I figured it was a win-win situation. You got to be closer to the Wishmaster job you wanted so badly, and I got to hang out with you... Not that it really matters anymore... now all you want is to leave..." Prismo's voice hardens, and Scarab assumes it's his turn to speak now... 

"I... never stopped to consider that you-"

A loud beep cuts through the air, alerting Scarab that he's wanted as a god auditor. Interrupted, they both just stay there for a moment, staring at the crystal that Prismo had previously summoned for Scarab. The need to obey and respond pulls at Scarab but his hand is stuck hovering just above the device, unwilling to fully commit to ending their current conversation. Prismo makes the decision for him, 2D hand swiping at the crystal to open the display.

"You need to go." 

"Right..."

Despite the tense atmosphere Prismo gently nudges him to get up. Scarab's body numbly starts moving on its own, going through the motions. He's still reluctant to leave, he really doesn't want to go at this very moment, but it's his job. His duty. He agreed to the terms of his employment and there's no backing out of it... but...

Is this really ok? Is it truly alright to leave things as they are? When Scarab comes back they will probably just continue on with their own work, ignoring that anything is wrong. It's not unlikely and it certainly wouldn't be a first... but they can't continue on like this forever.

A portal opens up and Scarab approaches it, unable to look behind him. He can't risk losing his resolve now, it's too late to back down. He'll just have to figure out what to do about Prismo when he returns. 

Upon stepping through the portal Scarab finds himself in a bustling market filled with life and instinctually disguises himself. A symphony of colors, smells, and sounds bombard his senses; the contrast throws him off and it takes him a moment to catch his bearings. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to take physical form. 

Mind still reeling, he drifts towards a display, trying to act natural as he processes all the new information suddenly flooding through him. It takes him an embarrassingly long minute to fully regain his composure, but once he does he's finally able to properly take stock of what's around him. Scarab finds himself in front of a booth showing off various fabrics and woven cloths waving lazily in the slight breeze. 

He's about to dismiss it when a swath of color catches his eyes, and before he can stop himself a clawed hand reaches out and touches it. The fabric is thick but soft in his claws. In front of him lays a large quilt, bright warm colors woven together, broken up by swirling patterns. Scarab can't help but admire the craftsmanship, while he's no expert in the matter it seems quite well made... but something about the design almost feels reminiscent... 

Sighing, Scarab pulls his hand away. As much as he appreciates having all his senses restored, he does in fact have a job to do... and there's no way of telling who could be watching him right now. As if flicking a switch, Scarab straitens and shoves any unnecessary thoughts from his mind. There's no time for distractions. 

He walks away and tries to blend in with the crowd, feigning interest in the different items being displayed along all the booths and stalls. The market is loud and crowded, it's nigh impossible to walk without bumping into someone. It makes his skin crawl, but he trudges on, keeping his eyes open for his target. He has it under good authority that his target frequently visits this market, showing up practically every day. And sure enough, just a little ways ahead Scarab spots him. Scarab can't help but scoff, creatures of habit are always so predictable, but at least it makes his job a little easier.

Scarab casually drifts closer, trying to discretely navigate through the crowd. He can't simply approach the target here, there's far too many civilians, he's going to have to bide his time. Now that he has him in his sights, following him shouldn't be too difficult, luckily the crowd is good for one thing. Cover. Combined with his disguise, he should be nearly impossible to detect. The run-away god won't have a clue.

Or at least that was the theory, when dealing with gods things are rarely black and white.

The rouge god meanders through the market, merrily greeting vendors. It's somewhat reminiscent of what Scarab had observed when hunting Kheirosiphon, how he had inserted himself into people's lives. The memory makes him scowl. After all his work to catch the flaming being, Kheirosiphon was set free with an apology for Scarab's behavior. There's little doubt in Scarab's mind that this case will probably end similarly.

While there are many instances of gods being severely punished for their crimes, there's just as many (or possibly even more) that face little to no consequences for their actions at all. Sometimes Scarab almost dares to wonder what's the point in hunting them down in the first place. Why should he jump through hoops just for there to be no pay out?

The thought leaves a bitter taste in Scarab's mouth, but he does his best swallow it down for now. Opting instead to simply focus on the target in front of him. There's no need to worry about things he can't change, especially when he has more important things to do... such as trying to figure out the best way to separate his target from this crowd.

Just as he starts weighing his options, his target suddenly stops at a booth and begins inspecting its wares. Scarab moves to get a closer look, curious as to what could have captured his prey's attention, however as he gets closer his target suddenly tenses, head snapping towards Scarab's direction. 

Scarab is only given a moment to ponder this when the god suddenly takes off running, shoving people out of his way. Cursing under his breath Scarab quickly follows in pursuit. While a good chase would normally be thrilling, he's running on borrowed time. Why do they always have to run? They're gods, they should just accept their punishment with a little dignity. 

The renegade god may have the advantage of knowing the area, but unfortunately for him, his pursuer is no amateur. Scarab deftly leaps over a cart, transforming back into his own form. Any lingering discomfort in his body is forgotten as muscle memory kicks in, helping him quickly maneuver past obstacles.

He sticks close behind his target, waiting for him to make a mistake. Eventually his patience pays off as the god desperately enters an alley just to be met with a dead end.

"Hmm, it seems your luck has run out."

The cornered god merely responds with a hiss, his face splitting open down the middle. Scarab can't help but chuckle at the pathetic attempt at intimidation. "So that's how you want to play this? Fine. Let me show you how it's really done."

Scarab's face plates split open as he lets out a hiss of own. The being freezes, eyes wide in horror as realization dawns on him.

"W-wait! You're the Scarab!? I thought you got sacked!" He quickly tries to scramble away but his back hits the wall behind him. Pleased with himself, Scarab smirks as his mask closes around his face once more.  

"Oh, they may have tried, but hiring anyone else would simply be settling for mediocrity. And we can't have that, now can we?" He stalks towards his target, delighting in the way he cowers before him.

The rogue god seems to panic even more as Scarab stands directly in front of him. With no other way to defend himself his hands fly up to cover his face, but after a tense moment no strike comes. Instead there's nothing more than a metallic click as a pair of handcuffs are snapped over his wrists. 

"It's not exactly my preferred means of capture, but it'll suffice." Without another word Scarab grabs the god and starts to lead him out of the alley but freezes in tracks at the sound of a portal abruptly opening behind him.

"Not bad Scrabby, we'll take it from here." Scarab tenses at the familiar voice "Was worried we were gonna have an issue for a minute there, but you really pulled through in the end mate." 

"Orbo...sir. What are you-"

"Doing here? Well I did say you were going to be closely monitored didn't I?" Orbo chuckles, rolling closer towards Scarab who, to his credit, manages not to flinch. "Bit of a show you put on though, didn't think a small fry like this would cause you such trouble."

Before Scarab can stammer out a rebuttal, Orbo casually pulls away and continues talking "My guys here are just gonna ask the locals some questions, fill in some missing pieces. Witness reports and all that junk. Boring work honestly."

It wasn't really a question but Scarab hesitantly nods anyways "properly filing necessary paperwork is essential..."

"Eh, figured you'd say something like that." 

After that the conversation tapers off, neither really used to talking to the other in such a casual way...or at least, not without it turning confrontational. An awkward silence falls between them, only breaking when Orbo clears his throat "This uh... will probably take a while, a lot of witnesses to interview.... Soooo, why don't you take a look around? Maybe you'll find something you like. I mean, even boring guys like you have to enjoy something, right?"

"But sir-" 

"Nope, not hearing it. You need to lighten up Scrabby, live a little. Besides, you'd think you'd wanna enjoy the outside world a bit more before having to report back. But hey, you do you man."

Scarab huffs at the comment but otherwise doesn't reply, it's best for him not to push his luck. He'd take the minor dig and accept the excuse to be anywhere but here. Although...the thought of re-entering the busy crowds just to look at useless trinkets causes him to grimace. 

However he pauses briefly, considering some of the stalls he had seen earlier. While he has no need for frivolous bobbles, one thing had stuck out to him. Nodding to himself, Scarab makes his way back into the market with a newly found determination. Perhaps something good will come from this excursion after all. 

Scarab slowly makes his way into the Time Room, sore from over use after going unused for so long. The market hadn't seemed quite so large when he was chasing down his target, but the trek back through it proved to be quite a distance. 

Package in hand, he eyes Prismo wearily from the doorway. Doubt slowly creeps across his mind but before he can change his mind, the Wishmaster finally notices him.

"oh, you're back..." the lack of enthusiasm throws him off.

"Er... yes..."

An awkward silence falls over the room and Scarab curses inwardly, suddenly aware of how bad he is at this.

"Prismo I... have something I wish to discuss with you."

"Okay...what about?"

"It's nothing to be concerned of, it's just that I've taken notice that certain aspects of my behavior lately have been quite reprehensible. I feel that it is only right for me to take action in order to make amends." 

"Uh...what?" Prismo stares at him blankly, 

Perhaps he should try again.

"Earlier I may have... overstepped my bounds, and while some of my points still reign true, it's come to my attention that perhaps-"

"No offense Scarab, but could you just get to the point?"

"I'm trying to explain myself."

"Look, I'm not really in the mood for...whatever this is. So could you just hurry up and tell me what you want?"

Scarab hesitates, Prismo's words from earlier ringing through his mind. How can he get him to understand? For once he's not here to make any kind of demand or accusation... the Wishmaster has given him enough already, he simply wishes to return the favor.

"I don't 'want' anything. Especially not from you." ...He could have phrased that better.

"Ok yeahhh, I really should have seen this coming. I'm done."

"Prismo I-"

"Nope. I've had enough drama for one day, thank you very much."

"Prismo, listen to me"

"Lalala can't here you~"

"Im trying to apologize!"

"Yeah well, you suck at it."

"You're so- gah" Scarab cuts himself off, trying to quell his building frustration. Scowling, he takes in a deep breath 

"I'm sorry."

"Apology not accepted."

"What!? You-" Scarab cuts himself off and unceremoniously shoves the package towards Prismo. "Here, just take the stupid thing!"

Bewildered, Prismo stares at Scarab for a second before moving closer, gesturing for Scarab to set the package down. He opens it slowly, skeptically eyeing it as though it may explode at any moment. 

"This is...?"

"It's a quilt."

Prismo furrows his eyebrow, trying to process what he's looking at. He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful, but the only thing he can think of to say is "Why...?"

"It is...for your physical body..." Scarab looks away, unable to look the Wishmaster in the eye any longer "I recalled you talking with the human and cat about the softness of blankets, and I noticed your physical form's lack of proper bedding..."

When Prismo fails to respond Scarab shifts uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the need to defend his reasoning"I know you feel disconnected from your physical self, but that's no excuse. You still need to take care of it. It's honestly a miracle you haven't managed to kill it yet."

A quiet chuckle fills the room, effectively cutting off Scarab's rambling. Prismo smiles softly as he examines the quilt further, hands ghosting over the colorful patterns. "This is... surprisingly thoughtful." He eyes Scarab knowingly "It's perfect, thank you Scarab."

He numbly nods, relieved, a tension he wasn't even aware he was harboring lessens.

"...You still suck at apologizing though" Prismo laughs and snakes an arm up to wrap around Scarab's shoulders. Scarab is quick to step away, glowering at him but making no comment. "You should probably go switch back to your two dimensional form before Orbo docks you for tardiness or something dumb like that."

Scarab nods and swiftly makes to exit the room, but just as he crosses the doorway Prismo's voice calls out from behind him "I forgive you, by the way". Scarab pauses to glare at him over his shoulder but Prismo just grins cheekily "sleep well Scrabby."

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Scarab watches as the handcuffs simply absorb into the gelatinous being in front of him. The being in question at least has the sense to look somewhat apologetic.

"Sorry but...that's not really going to work."

"I noticed." Scarab's voice is flat as he glares at the offending handcuffs slowly floating around within being's body. It figures something like this would happen during his last assignment of the day. It's almost like the universe has it out for him, trying to make his life just a tiny bit harder than it needs to be.

Scarab considers his options; he definitely can't let him go, especially not after the ridiculous amount of effort it took to track him down. But he'd also rather not have to spend any more time out here than necessary.

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When Scarab's first job back as a god was a success, he had assumed he would be given more tasks of a similar nature. It seemed only logical that a god auditor of his caliber would be most useful out apprehending more run-away gods.

But of course, when dealing with Orbo things rarely follow any kind of proper logic. So instead of being out in the field, Scarab finds himself awkwardly following Orbo down a hallway. He'd been here thousands of times, but never had he been so tense.

"Alright everybody, listen up!" The room falls silent as Orbo rolls to the center "I know there's a lot to get done, so it's all hands on deck! Scrabby's even here today to help pick up some of the slack. So don't hesitate to call on him if something needs to be done!"

Scarab is immediately filled with unease as everyone's attention snaps towards him. He can't help but like prey thats just walked right into the predator's den. "Sir, i don't think-"

"Nope, you're not getting out of this one Scrabby. Today you'll be following orders, not giving them out." Orbo casually rolls closer to him and Scarab represses the urge to flinch away. "C'mon, it'll be good for ya! Get to know your co-workers better, make some friends. Hey, it could even help boost your public image, which is like, super low right now."

"..."

"And I mean suuuuper low. Like, I don't think it could get any lower."

"..."

"Look, just help out and do what you're told. Easy peasy! Oh, and that's an order by the way. Welp, I'll leave you to it."

Scarab risks a glance at the cosmic entities around him. While most have gone back to their own work, some are giving him calculating looks. Honestly, Scarab can't tell if Orbo is genuinely naive or just plain ignorant to how this will turn out. Regardless, the outcome will be the same.

One could infer that Orbo probably meant Scarab was to help complete tasks such as filing paperwork. However, he suspects it won't take long for their co-workers to abuse their new-found power over him. He was ordered to do whatever he was told after all.

Everyone knows by now of Scarab's...punishment, and it would only take one negative report from one of them to have what little freedom he had stripped away from him. Meaning he's really not in a position to refuse any kind of order.

And so when the first brave soul comes up to ask him to fix a paper jam, he obediently follows through. In fact, throughout the day Scarab completes every task thrown at him without complaint. He writes reports, organizes files, fixes more paper jams, retrieves random items upon request no matter how random, sweeps and mops floors, re-writes reports and re-organizes files. All while ignoring his co-workers' mocking tones, choosing to focus on his work instead.

Honestly, while this kind of trivial "work" may be beneath him, at least the tasks give him something to do. Busywork is a welcomed change from his normal schedule of the Time Room. Not that there's anything necessarily bad about living in the Time Room, it's just that his job there can be a bit... repetitive from day to day. Especially when there's no new wishes to be granted.

On the bright side things between him and Prismo have been fairly stable... although he'd be lying if he said there wasn't any remaining tension. Prismo claims to have forgiven him, but Scarab can't help but doubt his words.

He seemed ratter pleased with the gift Scarab brought him, but could it truly be that easy? It's become quite clear to Scarab that he truly knows very little about the Wishmaster, and with that revelation comes a sense of unease. Suspicion is second nature to Scarab, so the fact that Prismo so readily forgave him is just... well, inconceivable.

Scarab restlessly taps his claws on the desk he's currently sat at, staring at a document he's sure he's re-written three times already. And yet every time he hands it off, it "mysteriously" goes missing minutes later. At least the work helps distract his thoughts from spiraling too far... though he could do without the constant surveillance.

While he doesn't mind being kept constantly moving with all the different demands being made of him, his co-workers watching his every move is a tad annoying. Eyes follow him everywhere he goes, scrutinizing his every move. And they aren't shy with their critiques.

It seems every action of his is met with some kind of complaint or snide remark.

"Are you done with that yet? You're really slowing us down, we needed that an hour ago."

Scarab's thoughts are interrupted and he glances at the being hovering around the desk before rolling his eyes "Then perhaps you shouldn't have misplaced it an hour ago." Or any of the other times he's submitted it, though that goes without saying.

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

The room stills and Scarab can practically feel everyone's eyes snap to him. Vultures, the lot of them.

"Of course not, I would never dare insinuate such a thing. Besides, I've just finished proofreading it, so it should be good to go now." Even while he knows it's in his best interest to play nice, the words leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He's grateful that his mask covers the way his face twists into a grimace as another co-worker chimes in.

"Oh good, so you're free then! Someone trashed the break room earlier and we need someone to clean it up! And while normally I would take care of it myself, we're actually all going out for lunch now and well..." She trails off, looking at Scarab expectantly. While her tone is deceptively light, her eyes reveal a hardness that makes Scarab pause briefly.

"...And you'd like me to handle it while you're gone."

"I mean, we would totally invite you to come with us but-" She pointedly eyes Scarab's mask, not bothering to hide a grimace of her own. Scarab immediately understands the meaning before she even finishes her sentence. "-it's a little creepy... and gross. Not to sound offensive or anything, but we'd just rather not eat around you."

For the first time since entering the building everyone around him suddenly seems to have more interesting places to look. Not a single soul looks him in the eyes as he scans the room. It's a strange contrast to their previous behavior.

He wasn't expecting an invitation to eat with them, and even if they had offered he would have declined. They're gods, eating is not a necessity. He's not even surprised by their reasoning, he's no stranger to how other beings tend to view insectoids. And yet, somewhere deep inside him he can still feel the slight sting of rejection.

It's one thing to know someone's opinion, it's another to hear it voiced out loud.

"Right. Of course."

"I'm so glad you understand! Guess we better head out, good luck!" And just like that everyone is in a rush to leave the room, still avoiding his gaze. Cowards.

Now alone, Scarab simply sighs. Perhaps a younger, more naive, version of him would have been offended or maybe even a little hurt, but now he's just numb to it. He's had eons to come to terms with it. So instead of dwelling on it, he heads straight to the break room to access the damage.

And yikes.

To say the room is trashed, is an incredible understatement. Furniture has been smashed, glass shattered, a loose light fixture dangling from the ceiling, and there's a mysterious orange substance splattered across the walls. Which Scarab supposes isn't too concerning, it's makes sense that things can get a bit volatile when you gather a bunch of immortal entities in a single room. What truly irks Scarab is the filth lying just beyond the rubble.

There's unwashed dishes strewn about, half eaten food crusted over and cemented to their surfaces. A trashcan in the corner is overflowing, garbage spilling over the sides. Years worths of stains covering every surface. And that's just what Scarab can see from the doorway, he's sure he'll find worse once he actually dares to venture further into the room.

He's half tempted to just leave right now, let them all deal with the mess themselves, tell them all that he's not their maid or errand boy. But instead he swallows his pride and gets to work, he'd be proud of himself if he weren't so disgusted.

He's not sure how it takes, but once the worst of the mess has been cleared away Orbo finally returns.

"Wow, would you look at that! Not bad Scrabby, way to take initiative! You didn't have to do all this, we have people for this sort of thing, but hey, good on ya."

Scarab bites back a comment about not having a choice, electing to remain silent. Maybe if he ignores him long enough Orbo will get the hint to just leave him alone.

"You know what, how would you like to go out on a field assignment? I know i said you'd be working here today but what the heck, why not. You been good."

Scarab suddenly straightens, all thoughts of ignoring Orbo gone. He tries to keep his voice even, but he can't help the eagerness that slips through "What do you have in mind, Sir?"

"Well I was chatting with some of the guys earlier and they mentioned that there's finally been a spotting of this one slippery guy. He's been on the run for months now, always managing to escape at the last second. Everyone's pretty much given up on catching him, but this sort of things seems right up your alley. So, whatcha say?"

"I'll do it." Scarab doesn't even need to think it over, he'd gladly take any excuse to get out of here.

Of course, that all lead him to his current predicament.

In his prime a target like this would be no problem for Scarab, but as things currently stand he quickly found himself at a disadvantage. He doesn't have the resources or authority he once held, making the entire process drag out.

But everyone, no matter how elusive, are bound to make mistakes eventually. Scarab managed to track him down and corral him to a dying desolate planet, leaving nowhere to hide. But as it turns out, hiding is in fact not what made this being difficult to catch.

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The gelatinous being's eyes shift around nervously under his intense gaze "You're... not going to egg me are you?"

"...Unfortunately that's not an option at the moment." Scarab rolls his eyes as the blob seems to relax at the admittance. Despite his punishment being well known by nearly every god and cosmic being in the multiverse, many entities are still distrustful of him. Not that he can really blame him of course.

"Since you've agreed to come along willingly, I suppose I can simply transport you to the judgement hall without requiring any... restraints." He grimaces behind his mask, but he doesn't really have any other choices.

"Uh thanks?... but how do you expect to get me there? No offense but there's nothing really stopping me from just... leaving." As if to further prove his point the being pulls the handcuffs out of his body, letting them clank to the ground. He glances nervously between the cuffs and Scarab; something about Scarab's demeanor must have shifted because suddenly the being hurriedly continues explaining himself, a panicked look in his eyes "I'm not saying that I'm going to! I promise! I just kinda expected... more? You are The Scarab, right? Aren't you supposed to be better at this?"

To Scarab's credit he doesn't take the bait, instead he simply turns on heel and begins walking away. He doesn't even need to look behind him to know that the being will follow behind him. As annoying as this situation is, Scarab can't help but feel amused by the beings weariness of him, even if it is minimal. Fear is exactly what criminals SHOULD be feeling.

"The name's Glorb by the way, in case you didn't already know..." the beimg, Glorb, interupts Scarab's thoughts "Ah, though I suppose you probably already did, that would've been in my file."

Glorb quickens his pace to walk next to Scarab, not that he really 'walks' exactly. His form sort of slides along ground, though Scarab notes he doesn't leave a trail the way similar entities would. He would have been easier to track down if he had.

"So... where are we going exactly?"

"While this planet is mostly abandoned, there are a few remaining outposts with functioning transport shuttles. They are mostly used by researchers now but they're not restricted from the public."

"...well at least you've done your research, I guess that's something." Glorb goes quiet for a moment, thinking, a small grin slowly spreading across its face. "I'm assuming it's quite a bit of a walk, but im sure a god auditor such as yourself should have no problem making the journey." Still grinning, the sentient blob starts moving a little faster "I hope you can keep up."

Scarab skeptically follows along, not liking how the beings mood seems to have shifted.

The two immortals walk along the craggy ground, nothing but stretches of sand and stone for miles. Glorb glides along the uneven ground with ease, not showing any sign of discomfort or slowing.

Scarab unfortunately cannot say the same. The longer he walks for, the more every step feels as though he's walking on glass. Originally it started as a mild discomfort, one he assumed would fade as he readjusted to having a physical form. However it seems like his body has decided to protest against the exertion of being on his feet all day without rest. In the past he could go for days at a time without needing a break, but now his body has been weakened from disuse.

He tries to ignore the growing ache in his limbs, but the pain is ever persistent. Scarab briefly wonders if this is truly a new and temporary pain, or if it's actually a long standing one he had grown accustomed to before being locked away in the Time Room. It is technically possible, he had been so busy in the past it's likely he simply never noticed it. Until now, that is.

Regardless of the source, Scarab has no choice but to ignore the pain and keep walking, overly aware of Glorb watching him closely. Just another instance where Scarab is grateful for the plates that cover his face.

"You know, you're free to take a break whenever."

"There's no need."

"Are you sure? I imagine there's still quite a ways to go, and you're looking kinda rough." The poorly concealed glee in his voice only makes Scarab double down on his decision to keep moving. He wouldn't be surprised if Glorb is just looking for chance to escape.

That's not going to happen. Orbo implied so himself, Scarab is already on thin ice as is. He doesn't need a failed job on his record. Especially when it's only his second once since being reinstated.

"It's pretty hot out here, I would-"

"We are not stopping." Scarab glares at him "We are getting to that outpost then heading directly to the judgement hall."

"You sure are determined... tell me though... what would you have done if I didn't come along willingly? You already said you can't egg me, and those handcuffs are a joke. I can't believe they actually expect you to catch gods with those." His tone is light spirited, but the subject makes Scarab bristle. Picking up on his mood Glorb raises his hands in defense "easy now, im just making small talk. No need to get upset. Jeez, I heard you were uptight but yikes, no wonder Prismo doesn't hold parties anymore."

Scarab freezes at the mention of the Wishmaster but quickly brushes it off. He is not going to discuss Prismo with some random troubled entity. Instead he picks up his pace, walking ahead of the being and promptly ending the conversation. Forget his pain, he can't wait for this job to be done with.

Eventually they make it to the outpost, to the confusion of the workers there. It's not very often two strangers appear from out in the middle of nowhere. And despite the being's suspicious way of speaking, everything goes off without a hitch. Scarab is willing to assume Glorb was just toying with him the whole time. He can worry about the validity of the assumption later, when he's not exhausted.

It also doesn't help his mood at all to discover Glorb essentially gets off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. All of his efforts, just for that.

Time is mostly meaningless for beings such as them, but this specific work shift has felt its dragged on for an eternity. Scarab files away his report on the arrest before returning the Time Room at long last.

Once inside the vibrant yellow walls he finally allows himself to relax, a strange mix of relief and something else passing through him.

"Scrabby, welcome back! How did-" Prismo cuts himself off as he takes in Scarab's state, blue eye widening with concern. "Oh man, what happened out there?!"

It takes Scarab longer than he'd like to comprehend that he's not alone in room. It takes even longer still to realize that Prismo is talking to him.

"It's nothing of importance." He says hurriedly, straightening his posture. If he's lucky Prismo might just take the hint to leave it be.

"No offense Scrabs, but you look awful." Of course, when has Scarab ever been lucky?

Scarab simply hums in acknowledgment, quickly losing the energy to care any further. The need to succeed had been enough to push him through completing his assignment. But now that the urgency is gone, he feels the exhaustion of the day catching up to him.

He's so drained he almost doesn't notice when Prismo snakes an arm up to his shoulder, gently pressing down to guide him to the floor.

"Maybe you should sit down for a second, you look like you're about to fall over..."

Almost.

"Prismo." Scarab's voice is slightly more alert that it was seconds before.

"Uh... you good Scrabby?"

"Your hand."

"Hmm? Oh, sorry!" Prismo quickly moves his hand away "I wasn't trying to manhandle you or anything! I was just-" Prismo suddenly stops mid sentence and stares at him intently. Scarab can practically see the gears turning in his head. "Wait. Can you... feel this?"

A shudder involuntarily runs down Scarab spine as Prismo slowly moves his hand back to his shoulder. The touch is feather light, his two dimensional projection barely a ghost of a touch on Scarabs three dimensional form. Scarab always knew he was more sensitive to light than most beings, although he didn't realize it was enough to be able to feel the presence of a being on another plain for existence.

Eventually Scarab breaks the silence that had settled between them. "It's... probably not what you're imagining." He glances at a bewildered Prismo and shakes his head "It's not the touch itself that I feel. There's no real weight to it. I suppose it's more like I can sense the presence of your light."

Prismo nods slightly "ok ok... right... but uh... what does it even feel like?"

At this, Scarab has to think for a moment, it's not very often one is asked to describe the feeling of light. "It's neither warm nor cold, it just. Is." Scarab tries to relax his body, the tension only making the ache in his limbs worse. "I must admit, it's... not an entirely unpleasant sensation."

Prismo must notice the change in Scarab's posture, because suddenly he's pulling his hand away. Before Scarab can stop it a hiss slips out his mouth as the ghostly touch passes over his knee.

Both of them freeze in place, but before long Prismo bursts out into laughter.

"Did you seriously just hiss at me Scrabby?!"

Scarab fights the urge to hiss again, but despite the embarrassment he finds Prismo's amusement to be infectious, letting out a small chuckle.

Once the laughter dies down, the rooms falls into a comfortable quiet, Scarab allowing his head to lean back against the wall.

It doesn't take long before Prismo feels the need to fill the silence.

"You know, I'm kinda jealous that Fionna and Cake got to see you without your mask-thingy." Prismo muses, voice still somewhat airy. Scarab just looks at him skeptically, not quite sure where the thought came from. "It's just it's kinda easy to forget that you're a bug, but then you hissed and I guess I realized I don't really know a whole lot about you. I mean, like, you don't have to show me! It's totally up to you, no pressure!"

Before Prismo can continue rambling his thoughts are interrupted by a soft clicking noise. For a moment he's not sure he even actually heard anything at all, but then suddenly Scarab's mask is splitting open.

Scarab's face plates slowly pull away to reveal his face. Prismo's brain short circuits as a he processes what he's looking at. Two large buggy eyes stare pointedly down at the floor, lips pressed tightly into a scowl.

Without thinking, one of Prismo's hands ghost over towards Scarab's face, causing him to suddenly flinch back away from the touch.

"Ah sorry, sorry! Hands to myself, i know, it won't happen again!" For a tense moment Prismo thinks Scarab is going to close his mask back up, but instead he surprises him by leaning back against the wall once more. He must really be tired...

"It'ssss fine... just warn me next time."

Now Prismo is certain he must be going crazy. Did he die and somehow wake up in a different reality?? Scarb's unfiltered voice is high pitched, squeaky, and frankly adorable. Also... Next time? There can be a next time?

It isn't until Scarab starts to fidget and squirm under his gaze that he realizes he's just been staring at his face this entire time. "Ah sorry! Didn't mean to stare, it's just... your face... it's-"

"Gross, yes. I'm aware how unsightly it can be for non-insectoids-" Scarab unconsciously moves to close his face plates back up.

"What?? No way! It's adorable! Who told you that?!" Prismo's hands are suddenly both grabbing Scarab's face "Don't you dare put your mask back on!"

Scarab stays in place, he's not sure what he's more shocked by, Prismo's outburst or the hands now cradling his face.

"Prismo-" Scarab fights to find the words to say, but his mind is blank. All he can focus on is the sensation of light caressing his exposed skin. The touch is stronger now than it was when it was only on his outer shell.

Scarab's thoughts race as he sits there. He should move, tell Prismo to stop, do literally anything at all. But instead he just lets it happen, unable to break from the trance they both seem to be in. If he focuses, he can almost feel Prismo's thumb gently rubbing his cheek. Part of him truly wants to pull away, to yell, to curse... but a treacherous side of him doesn't want it to end.

Before he stated it felt 'not entirely unpleasant', but now it's almost... comforting.

Finally it's Prismo who breaks the spell first, hands slowly moving away from his face, allowing Scarab to think clearly again.

"I..." Scarab hesitates, suddenly hyper aware of how exposed he feels. His face plates quickly snap back into place, forming a mask once more. "I think that's enough of that." His voice comes out strong and steady, portraying a confidence he doesn't actually have.

"Right...yeah..." Prismo still doesn't look away from Scarab, but nods vaguely, lost in thought. After a moment he seems to come to a conclusion, face suddenly turning serious "Scarab. I don't know what's been said to you, or who would even say something so awful in the first place, but... you shouldn't ever feel like you have to hide parts of yourself. Especially not here, not with me."

"It's really nothing to fuss over."

"I'm serious Scarab. I need you to know that you're safe here."

"I know." And he does know, he truly does.

Primos relaxes, having said what he needed to. Now that the weight is off his chest he looks Scarab over once more, eyebrow furrowing. "Hey... so uh... how did you get so banged up anyways? You kinda didn't answer me before."

Scarab briefly considers not answering, but then he looks at Prismo, and his resolve crumbles. He might as well just get it over with.

"To keep it simple, a target I was chasing was particularly elusive and I may have misjudged my physical form's... readiness. Readjusting to this body has not gone quite as smoothly as I expected."

"I guess that makes sense, it's has been a while... plus your body probably used up a lot of its energy healing from the whole... crossover situation."

Scarab actually hadn't considered that aspect, he was so preoccupied by his sentencing he'd nearly forgotten he was injured during that last fight. His outer shell had been cracked in several places, and while he didn't have a chance to properly look them over, he's fairly certain at least a few of the wounds were quite deep if the pain was anything to go by. It seemed so inconsequential at the time, he had bigger issues worry about.

"You know... we haven't really talked about what happened back then... "

"What's there to talk about that you don't already know?"

"Well..." Prismo hesitates, trying to think of a question that won't just cause Scarab to shut him out again. Scarab's demeanor throughout the entire ordeal was concerning... his obsession with Prismo, him disobeying orders, his lack of self preservation, his freak out at the end... all of it. But while he and Scarab are getting along at the moment, he doesn't want to risk asking something too personal or risk accidentally bringing up old fights again.

Eventually he settles on a question he hopes won't turn out to be another sore subject for Scarab. "What was up with you egging our colleagues like that? I'm not judging or anything! I'm just... curious." Scarab had made it pretty clear why he was mad at Prismo, but what could the other gods could have possibly done to irk him so badly?

"...I'm not sure I can come up with a satisfactory answer. But, I have asked myself the same question." If anyone else had asked, maybe he'd get defensive or refuse to answer. But this was Prismo.

"I suppose... there wasn't just one singular event that lead to this. There were several contributing factors."

"Like what?"

Scarab thinks back to when he first confronted them, trying to remember what was going through his mind in those moments. He doesn't recall any kind of rage or hatred, he really couldn't have cared less for the gods he audited. It wasn't personal, he was simply doing his job... although, perhaps there was a slight discontent with the knowledge that nothing was likely to come of it. No one seemed to care as long as the crimes weren't of great importance.

"While the infractions I captured them for may have been small, they were also far from the first offenses. And yet whenever I brought this up to Orbo I was quickly dismissed. They were never going to learn unless someone stepped in."

Prismo nods "Soooo basically they thought that as long as they didn't do anything huge they could do whatever they wanted and still fly under the radar? But they didn't hide it well enough and you caught on to them, then decided to punish them yourself?"

"Something like that." It wasn't exactly as simple as that, but Scarab doesn't really have the energy to explain any further. Instead he pulls out his crystal, running his fingers over the smooth surface as he debates what he's about to do.

All of his training as a god auditor says that it's wrong, but perhaps his past actions will make more sense if Prismo could just see for himself. So despite the hypocrisy of it, Scarab decides to break a rule and opens up the files he collected on Za'baby and the other entities.

He wordlessly slides the crystal towards Prismo, gesturing for him to take it.

Prismo reaches for it, squinting at the holographic screen. "Are you sure I should be looking at this? Isn't this like, confidential auditor biz?"

"It's... fine. Just read it."

And so he does. They sit in silence as Prismo reads through the files, eye widening as he scrolls through the never ending list of violations committed by one of the beings Scarab had egged just before encountering the crossovers. "This is... okay wow, this is more than I was expecting. Like yeah, most of these are pretty minor, but c'mon, this list goes on forever! And all of this is just Za'baby, I haven't even reached the others yet!"

Scarab simply nods in response "they're pretty much all like that."

"Seriously? Even Perry?"

"Ah, especially Perry. I really don't suggest you read that one"

"No way, You have to be joking. What could Perry, the Living Island of Insight have possibly done to warrant arrest?"

Before Scarab can stop him Prismo is already switching over to Perry's file. Scarab sits back and waits, a knowing smirk forming behind his mask. Prismo gasps and drops the crystal, letting it clatter to the to floor.

"HE DID WHAT?! Oh glob why would you let me read that?!"

"I did in-fact tell you not to."

"Nooooooo" Prismo whines, slouching further down the wall "He seemed like such a nice guy though"

"Looks can be deceiving."

"Yeah yeah, aw man, that's gunna be burned into my mind forever!"

"Just be glad there weren't any pictures included" Scarab grimaces at the memory, picking up the crystal and putting it away once more. "...I should probably return to my two dimensional form..."

"Mmm, I think it can wait a few more minutes."

They both settle down again, Scarab allowing his eyes to close. He supposes a few more minutes won't hurt.

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Scarab idly watches as Prismo flits about the Time Room, nervous energy radiating from the Wishmaster as decorations materialize into place just to be swapped out once more with some other object. He's been at this for a while, unable to sit still for very long before diving into a new task.

"Hey Scarab, which of these snacks should we go with? At first I thinking chips, but what if everyone would prefer pretzels instead? But I dunno, are pretzels too plain? Or there's also-"

Scarab hums noncommittally as Prismo prattles on, listing various snacks. He's thinking way too much about this, Scarab highly doubts anyone will actually care what Prismo sets out. Besides, it's not like Prismo couldn't just generate more right on spot. But if he's not worrying over the snacks he'll just find something else.

Scarab can't really fault him though. While it'll be nowhere near the size of his old parties, it's still going to be a monumental night. According to Prismo at least. They've had a few get-togethers with Fionna and Cake, Prismo has hung out with Cosmic Owl, and Simon dropped by once just to check in; but never had they all been present all at the same time. Prismo had asked him if he'd be comfortable with this and well, Scarab couldn't think of a good excuse to tell him no. So here they are.

"Why not just have both?" Scarab eventually chimes in. Prismo pauses mid rant, processing the idea before grinning widely.

"Ha, good idea Scrabby!"

Before he knows it Prismo is off once more, fidgeting with something else. Hidden behind his 2D form's mask, a slight smile tugs at the corner of Scarab's mouth; at least Prismo's predictability is somewhat of a comfort.

It's strange to him that not too long ago he'd have been annoyed by the Wishmaster's antics, angry even, at the prospect of having to be the one to clean up afterwards. But now he just feels... content? Or perhaps it'd be more accurate to call it an acceptance. There's still a bit of tension between them; Scarab can often feel Prismo watching him, can see all the questions bouncing around in his head. At times it's almost like he's a specimen under a microscope, it makes his skin crawl.

And maybe sometimes there's a hesitancy, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. They're both aware of its presence, but they're also on relatively good terms at the moment seeing as there haven't been any more major arguments between them. Even so, there's still a lot the Wishmaster doesn't know about him, things that Scarab isn't ready or willing to talk about. And yet while Prismo may be a tad overbearing with his concern, he demonstrates restraint, respecting Scarab's boundaries. A fact that Scarab is grateful for.

It's all a bit perplexing, trying to manage all his contradictory thoughts revolving around Prismo. For now, however, all Scarab can do is focus on one issue at a time, and take whatever moment of peace he can find.

While Prismo may be excited for today's event, Scarab for the most part has tried his best to not think about it too much; though now that the day is here it's difficult to avoid. He can't say he's exactly thrilled by thought of being in a room filled with people he tried to erase, but he also can't deny that he's more than a little curious. He's not quite sure what Prismo expects to gain from this, his friends have plenty of reasons to hate Scarab, and yet Prismo insists that they could all get along regardless. Glob knows Prismo usually gets his way in end.

Scarab grimaces to himself, does he actually even want to "befriend" them though? It's no secret that Cosmic Owl dislikes him, or at the very least is weary of him. Scarab knows that the owl still questions Primo's decision to keep him here... though he's also aware that Prismo won't let his words sway him. That's at least one thing Scarab can be sure of.

Then there's the fact that the crossovers and their friends are just mortals, feeble and weak, unable to truly comprehend what it means to be gods. Their lives over in a blink. No lasting bond could be formed between them anyways, so why even bother? They'll be gone before they know it, replaced by new mortals who'll suffer the same fate... though perhaps that notion is best left unspoken. That's one line Scarab at least has the sense not to cross around the Wishmaster.

Scarab pushes the thought away and finally stands, deciding to help Prismo set up. He can unpack whatever's going on in his head later. Right now he just needs to keep Prismo from spiraling, and if it has the added bonus of providing Scarab with a distraction, well, who is he to complain?

***

Prismo had waited for Fionna and Cake's signal to beam them all to the Time Room, his excitement bubbling over the moment they came into view. It wasn't really a long wait, but every second had felt like an eternity even with both Scarab and Cosmic Owl trying to distract him.

"Alright, introduction time!" Prismo loudly cheers once Fionna and her friends finally arrive. "Cosmic Owl, this is Fionna and Cake! And these are their friends Gary, Marshal-Lee, Ellis and... Squirrel. Everyone, this is Cosmic Owl!"

Fionna is quick to greet Cosmic Owl, her own boisterous energy rivaling Prismo's. Meanwhile her friends look around the room with wide eyes, thrown off by the change in scenery from where they were previously stationed. They're greeted by bright yellow walls covered in colorful decorations, TV wall tuned in to a random multiverse world. Fionna had told them about the Time Room before, but it's a totally different story to actually see it.

Their attention however is brought back to Prismo as he clears his throat. "Sooooo, I know you all have already technically met him, but, allow me to also reintroduce you to: Scarab!"

Scarab tenses as everyone's eyes shift to him, regretting not better preparing himself for what to say to them. He didn't want to overthink it all, but he didn't expect his words to suddenly fail him, his mind blank. Luckily Gary unknowingly puts him out of his misery, being the first to react.

"Oh! Wow, you're not quite so intimidating like this"

Marshal grins, elbowing Gary lightly "are you sure him being 'intimidating' is what you were really worried about?"

Gary flusters at the jab "I just meant i didn't expect him to be so flat! Oh- wait! I'm so sorry, is that rude to say? I wasn't even thinking-"

"It's fine." Scarab rolls his eyes, ignoring the exchange "This form was specifically chosen for its lack of offensive abilities."

Gary hesitates, glancing briefly to Fionna who just shrugs, awkward smile on her face "Oh... alright. Let me start over anyways. It's uh, nice to properly meet you."

"Sup." Marshal helpfully chimes in, looking around the room. "Cool place"

From there Prismo takes over the conversation, allowing Scarab to escape the spotlight. Marshal is only half listening though as he leans back against a wall near Scarab, counting on the rest of the group to keep up with the all talk. Scarab flinches away from the movement, earning a raised eyebrow from Marshal.

"Hey man, Fionna and Cake vouch for you, we're cool. Don't worry about the whole, trying to destroy our world thing." Scarab stares at him incredulously but Marshal laughs it off, lazy grin on face. "You totally owe me a new guitar though."

They're certainly strange, but considering they're friends with Fionna and Cake, maybe he should have expected this.

***

The party moves on, everyone snacking as they play some games Cosmic Owl brought with him. Scarab for the most part keeps his distance, choosing to simply observe the activities, unsure of how he fits into all of this.

He retains his position that there's no point in befriending them, and yet he can't help but feel an odd pang of jealousy as he watches them. They've all warmed up to Cosmic Owl and Prismo, quickly getting over their awe of the situation. Prismo just seems to be immediately trusted by everyone he meets, a phenomenon apparently extended to Cosmic Owl as well. He's not exactly sure why this bothers him, it's not as though Scarab actually tries anymore...

Scarab barely even registers it when Simon arrives, kicking off another round of introductions. He's eventually pulled out of his thoughts when Prismo coughs, grabbing his attention. Scarab looks up at Prismo then casts a quick glance at the others, noting everyone swarming around the former Ice King.

"Don't worry, they're all a bit preoccupied right now. You good? You seemed a little... spacey" Prismo keeps his voice low but Scarab can hear the concern in his tone. He inwardly grimaces, taking a step alway.

"I'm fine"

"You sure? I mean-" Prismo cuts himself off, seemingly debating with himself before dragging a hand down his face with a sigh "okay. Alright... just remember, you're free to leave and take a break if you need."

Scarab nods in response and Prismo smiles slightly, if a bit strained. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but for a moment Prismo thinks he can see a spark of appreciation within Scarab's eyes. He hums, looking over towards the group "It probably wouldn't hurt you to actually talk to them though. But it's up to you."

With that, Prismo moves to sit along a wall closer to where everyone has gathered, leaving Scarab to his own thoughts once more.

***

At some point everyone split off into smaller groups, chatting away. Scarab subtly moves around the room, getting glimpses of conversations as he passes by unnoticed. Prismo's face is twisted in mild confusion, but there's still a fondness to his voice as he talks with Ellis and the strange squirrel. Marshal and Gary seem to be stuck listening to Simon lecture about something Scarab can't be bothered to pay attention to; and the 3 remaining partygoers are just a few steps away.

He's not really sure at first what catches his attention, he had every intention of leaving the room, but something causes him to stop and listen to Cosmic Owl and the crossovers.

"You know, it's sort of uncanny seeing you all here instead of your counterparts in Ooo"

Fionna perks up, eyes widening "wait, you've met other versions of us before?!" 

"Not just 'other versions', but the originals! Though I guess I technically only really knew Jake." Cosmic Owl looks thoughtful for a moment, tapping his chin. Fionna and Cake watch him expectantly, with varying degrees of interest.

Cake can't say that she cares much about her dog counterpart, but Prismo strangely doesn't talk a lot about them, changing the subject whenever they're brought up. he's always quick to brush it off, and it's certainly begun to pique her interest. As people say, curiosity killed the cat.

"Jake used to come by here all the time to hang with Prismo. Chill guy, I get why Prismo liked him so much. Man, those two were inseparable whenever he came over, really lit a fire in Prismo... things just aren't the same around here now." For a brief moment Cosmic Owl's voice shifts, taking on a more somber tone. But he quickly shakes it off, continuing as if nothing happened. "As for the others well, I've mostly just seen them in their dreams. That Ice King was a real nut job."

"You know Simon?" Fionna gasps "Tell me everything!"

Cake tunes out the rest of the conversation, brows furrowing. The fact that there's other versions of themselves isn't new, but she never really stopped to think about what it meant for Prismo to have known them. She didn't realize just how close they were.

She and Fionna met a bunch of different versions of themselves, and yet their world was made specifically by Prismo. Crafted in secret, even though he knew the consequences if someone found out. What made them so special that it was worth the risk? He could have made literally anything he wanted, but he chose to base their entire existence on... them. The "originals".

A sinking realization washes over her, causing her fur to stand on end. She doesn't like where this train of thought is headed, but it's too late for her backpedal now. Questions already bouncing around in her head.

What if they weren't what made the world special to him... were they ever supposed to actually be their own unique people? Or were they just replacements for people no longer around? Is she nothing more than a stand-in for this 'Jake' fella?

Fionna changed so much throughout their journey, and they got to see how different she was from the different "Fins". She even got to make her own decision of how she wanted things to be in their world. But what about Cake? Sure, she has magic and can talk now... but is that all there is to her? And does she only have those abilities because it's what Jake had? How much of herself is actually her, and how much is just copied from Jake?

Where does Jake end and Cake start?

She has the nagging feeling that she doesn't want to actually know the answer, and suddenly Cake wants nothing more than to get away from here. Dread washes over her as she's filled with the need to run away, to sit down, to do literally anything at all; but she feels stuck rooted in place, unable to focus on what's being said around her.

She's vaguely aware of movement in the corner of her eye, a soft clicking sound causing her ear to twitch. A blue hand slowly reaches towards her arm, hesitating just before making actual contact. It takes Cake a moment to process where she is, she doesn't remember walking away from Fionna or leaning against the wall. It takes another moment still for her to realize that Scarab is standing next to her.

He doesn't say anything, or if he does maybe she can't hear it. Instead he gestures as a hole opens up in the wall beside him. He silently enters the corridor and Cake immediately follows him without hesitation, letting her instinct guide her movements.

The hallway stretches on, sounds of the party slowly fading away behind them as they walk down the darkened path.  They pass by staircases that twist and turn, leading in every direction, and walk through rooms varying between soft blues to deep reds. The only sound to be heard now is Cake's own footsteps and breath, the air is cool against her fur.

Slowly Cake finds herself paying more attention to her surroundings, taking everything in.

"Hmm, you seem to finally be a bit more present." Scarab's voice cuts through the silence, startling her despite its quietness.

Cake eyes him wearily "What?...oh...I guess..." her own voice sounds strangely distant to her, like it's echoing from far away. She shakes off the thought and awkwardly clears her throat. "Where are we exactly?"

"We're still in the Time Cube, just... deeper within. You were here before, that first time."

"Oh, right..."

If Scarab was off put by her short response, he didn't show it. Instead he just keeps his voice low as he keeps talking. "It's calming down here, I find it makes it easier for me to think when things get... loud."

"Loud?"

"It can all be a bit overwhelming, whether it's other people or...my own thoughts. The inner sanctum of the Time Cube is less grating on the senses."

Cake nods in understanding, it makes sense she supposes, but there's still one she doesn't get. "...Why'd you bring me here?"

The question is simple but hangs heavily in the air. Cake stops walking, frowning as she notices Scarab freeze. She almost doesn't expect him to even respond, but then he finally looks at her.

"You... looked like you needed this. To get away."

Cake just blinks at him, then with a heavy sigh sits down against the opposite wall. "Yeah, that's fair... you're not gonna ask about it?"

"I figured you'd tell me if you wanted. It's not like we're particularly close" Scarab settles down along the wall in front of her, taking his time. "But I did hear part of what Cosmic Owl said."

Cake considers what to say, trying to find her words. Maybe talking with Scarab will help? Though she doubts he really cares...but at the very least it couldn't hurt, right? Just to get it out?

"Have you..." Cake hesitates, feeling conflicted "...ever questioned your own existence?"

"Hmm, you've witnessed events most mortals were never intended to see. The multiverse isn't exactly common knowledge amongst your kind. But to answer your question... yes." Scarab doesn't look away, but he shifts uncomfortably, face unreadable. Cake is definitely intrigued by his response, but takes the hint not to pry. Instead she nods, taking in a deep breath.

"Ok so, I get that Fionna and I aren't... originals... we're based off of other people, that uh, Fin and Jake? And there's a bunch of us throughout the multiverse thing, but we specifically weren't supposed to exist... but Prismo made us anyways... And I guess I'm caught up on the why." Cake's voice starts off shaky and unsteady, but becomes bolder as she keeps talking. A different, unnamed, emotion slowly taking over. "Why would he go through all this effort just to create us? Was him helping us back then even about saving us... or just-" She groans in frustration, cutting herself off.

"I myself am not completely sure why Prismo made you, I find I rarely understand his motives for anything." Scarab eyes her, tilting his head in thought "Is that all this is about? Prismo's actions?"

Cake's fur bristles but she begrudgingly sighs. "Ugh, nooo... But I hate that I cant even tell if I'm a real person or a copy of someone else! I feel like a real person, or at least i think i do? I want to be a real person. Not a copy, not a pet, not just some... dumb animal! But no matter how hard I try I'll always be just a cat! I-"

Cake's breathing is shakey, and she finds herself starting to spiral, when Scarab's voice suddenly cuts through once more.

"You are NOT just a copy or an-" distain drips into Scarab's voice "-an animal. You are more than what anyone may think. They cannot define you." There's a weight to his words that causes Cake to pause.

She stares at Scarab, and it's like a little spark has gone off, something clicks inside her mind. It's enough to momentarily allow her to forget her original train of thought.

She assumed he wouldn't understand her, that he couldn't, no one could. There's no one like her in their world... but she's not in her world right now. Cake thinks back the previous interactions with him, finally noticing something she had missed before. He had seemed almost human-like before but, he really wasn't. They all witnessed it, how bug-like he was... or is? Has he felt the was she does? Out of place? Wrong?

Scarab shifts uneasily under her intense gaze, and Cake feels like she's seeing him for the first time.

"You know, I thought Fionna was crazy when she said you and her were alike... but, I'm starting to think maybe we're not so different either." She doesn't directly mention his words or the untold story behind them, but looking at his face she can tell they both understand. "You... actually get me. Huh, weird." Cake leans her head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Scarab remains tense, but after a minute of silence eventually relaxes slightly as well.

She's not going to pry, and Scarab doesn't offer up anything more. Perhaps he doesn't need to, at least not this instant. For now they're both content, falling into a contemplative quiet. But all moments have their end.

Scarab stands, slowly stretching out his limbs. He takes a moment, deep in thought before finally speaking. "This... seems like something you should talk to your companions about."

Cake nods briefly, then sighs as she follows his lead and stands up "yeah, you're probably right... lead the way then"

The walk back feels shorter than the first time they went through the halls, but it wouldn't be surprising if the Time Cube had shifted them around.

***

Scarab watches as Cake rejoins the party, heading straight to stand by Fionna's side. She still looks tense, but perhaps a bit lighter than she did before. She'll be fine, he's sure.

"Soooo what'd you guys talk about?" Prismo casually slides up beside him, careful to not actually touch him.

"Pretending as if you weren't listening?"

"Whaaaat, who me? Psh, I wouldn't do that... ok, maybe I would. But I promise I wasn't eavesdropping, I didn't hear anything I swear! I-"

"We were talking about how I'd make a better Wishmaster than you." Scarab narrows his eyes mischievously, holding back a chuckle as he walks away.

"What- wait- was that a joke? Scrabby, hey! Come back here!"

Perhaps this gathering wasn't such a useless idea after all.