Yumeí: TIME TO FIND THE SECRETS!

Haloid: The secrets of what?

Dream: The Vexos. She wants to know their secrets.

Yumeí: This is actually a time filler because I had nothing to do with the Resistance being back and everything. I caused trouble and did my thing because I was bored.

Haloid: Do I sense that you are being rebellious again?


Yumeí crept through the halls of Gamma City, trying hard not to giggle. The guards were so easy to trick, particularly when she took the appearance of one of their superiors. She might not be able to enter the labs as herself in the middle of the night, but Professor Clay was an entirely different story.

The lab's doors opened with a press of her finger, and then she was in! The giant computer with Terabytes of data...that was her first target.

The password was easy to bypass: one quick jolt of Doom Energy was enough to make the computer conveniently forget that she hadn't even tried to get the password right. A few more clicks lead her to the database files. There were thousands of files, so Yumeí used the search bar to find the correct place of files. A moment later, they all appeared, arranged in perfect rows.

Ignoring the first file-Spectra's-Yumeí went straight to the file labeled Mylene. She scanned the data, absorbing as much as possible. No records until age of nine, but it wasn't difficult to see why: no trouble or association with the government until then. As it happened, Mylene had an older sister who still lived on Vestal. That would make an interview possible. Closing the file, Yumeí opened the next one.

*Prof. Clay's POV*

"Didn't we just see him walk in?"

"Maybe he's working on a portable teleporter."

Professor Clay heard the whispers of the guards. Foolish, that's what they were. He hadn't been in his Gamma City laboratory for several days.

As he turned the corner to his lab, another conclusion reached him: it was possible, just possible, that the mysterious Morphodite had returned and was now impersonating him.

The lab door slid open with a familiar hissing sound, and he found himself face to face with...himself.

The copy stared back at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, crud," it said. Then it flickered away.

Did I leave a hologram projector on? he wondered. He shook his head. That must have been it.

*In the Doom Dimension-Yumeí's POV*

"OHMYGOSH! That was way too close!"

Yumeí was still panting from her close encounter. She was eternally grateful for two things:One, that she'd already been done looking at files and had deleted the search history. Two, that the Doom Dimension's intelligence force had possessed the quick thinking to make her teleportation look as though she was a hologram fizzing out.

A chill ran up the back of Yumeí's neck as the voice of the spoken of intelligence entered her mind.

You need to be more careful, I barely had any time to react.

"Yeah," Yumeí said back. "You're annoying sometimes, but right now, you're a lifesaver. That wouldn't have turned out well.

I thought I told you to remain invisible for the time being?

"I was invisible."

Then why were you almost caught?

Yumeí exhaled angrily.


Dream: Making references is fun, because then everyone is on the same page.

Mylene: And what about the ones who didn't read my history?

Dream: It's available.

Yumeí+Haloid: ZZZZ...

Lync: Why are they both sleeping?

Dream: The same reason I want to sleep. We're all awake at 5:30. And it's great!