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"What...what do we do?"
Poppy looked up at Boxten from her spot on the bench, and her eyes softened. "I.. don't know." She shrugged, "For once, you're... not the only one that's worried." She chuckled rather weakly.
Boxten was sat next to her, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tight around them.
"I– not even Dandy knows what to do– how did this even... oh, gosh..." He buried his face in his hands. Poppy winced, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah... uh, we'll figure something out! Come on, we, uh... we know some stuff about this ichor stuff, right? So, we'll start there, okay?"
The music box just sat and stared for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay."
"Okay! Then let's get to it!"
....
"You're what."
"Come on, it's a good idea, trust me!"
Poppy placed down a capsule on the counter, to which Dandy recoiled slightly.
Boxten stepped forward, putting a hand on Poppy's shoulder.
"Dandy, if we can figure out more on the twisteds behaviors, we might be able to save our friends–"
"Fine, but I won't be going down there. I'll- how about this? I'll bring you guys supplies now and then." Dandy smiled in a weak imitation of his usual cheeriness, leaning on on his arms on the counter.
"Sounds perfect!" Poppy clasped her hands together, looking over to Boxten. "So, where should we start?"
Boxten fidgeted, thinking for a moment, before sighing, "...Shrimpo. he's not that much different than he was, I don't think, he was already aggressive anyway. Now, he's just.. just.. quieter."
Dandy raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure he's...?"
"It'll be better to have more people to help us, I think.." Boxten reasoned, "Even if hes... well, him.."
Poppy put her hands on her hips and nodded.
"No time to waste! Let's go!"