Blue woke up in a white room; he was alone, no one else was around. He felt as if he belonged here. Red wasn't around to annoy him, Green wasn't there to boss him around, and Purple wasn't there to bother him by only reading. Blue felt he was in control now.
"Is this a dream?" He asked himself, "If it is, then it's the perfect dream."
He walked on for a bit and noticed a tree; for him, it was perfectly normal for there to be a tree in the middle of nowhere in a dream. He sat down next to the tree. Suddenly, Dark appeared. Blue got up, ready to fight.
"Finally, something worthwhile." Blue said.
Dark came at him, swinging his sword; Blue blocked the blow. He then struck Dark in the chest; he smiled, thinking he won. Dark laughed and stood up; somehow, he healed the wound instantly. "What!?" Blue stepped back, ready for the next strike.
"You're useless without the others." Dark laughed.
"What do you mean?" Blue was confused.
"I mean; without your other selves, you are completely useless."
"You little…" Blue swung his sword with anger; Dark dodged it with a high jump. Another swing; Dark struck his sword against Blue's. They were struggling against each other, trying to push the other back.
"You can't beat me," Dark said. "You can't do anything without the motivation of the others."
Blue was furious, he pushed against Dark as much as he could.
"You're just a weakling," Dark continued. "Your friends are what make you strong."
Blue's eyes widened. Dark was right; Blue needed the encouragement of the others, without them he couldn't move on. He pulled back, panting, waiting for Dark to make the final blow. Dark didn't come at him; instead, he just stood there. "Think about it," Dark said, disappearing into nothingness.
Blue couldn't believe it; Dark had actually helped him in a way. Blue ran off, trying to find a way to wake up. "Green!? Red!? Purple!?" He cried out over and over again. No response. Blue couldn't find a way out of the whiteness.
"Wait," he said to himself, "if this is a dream, then I just need to wake up." He pinched himself and woke up in a room. The others were leaning over him, trying to wake him up.
"Glad you're finally awake Blue." Green said, handing him a bottle of water.
"You were screaming in your sleep," Purple laughed. "What was happening in your dream?"
"I was fighting Dark Mike," Blue told them. He told them what had happened in the dream, as well as what Dark had told him.
"So," Red said, "Dark put some sense into you?"
"Seems like," Purple said. A door swung open as Purple finished his sentence.
The four unsheathed their swords as a small monster came out and tried to bite Red; he stabbed it as the thing landed on him.
"What the heck was that thing?" Blue asked.
"I don't know," Green explained. "But whatever it is, they're scattered all over this place. I like to call them 'water dragons'."
The four went out of the room to continue through the temple. There was a lot of water, but they sort of figured that because this is a water temple. Many of the water dragons were slain as they went on. Every room had about five or six of those things. They were small and had a translucent blue color to them; they had two long eyebrows that flowed behind them, a snout that looked like a walrus', and a long demon tail that they catch their prey with. Their stomachs were soft, allowing for an easy kill; but their backs were covered in translucent scales, making it harder to land a critical strike.
The Mikes went on through the temple. Red was observing the puzzles as purple solved them. Blue and Green were fighting off the water dragons. Everything was working out perfectly for them; it felt like the only thing that was missing was someone to keep them in check. But that didn't matter to them; as long as they had each other, they were unstoppable.
They appeared in front of a big door, there was a sign right next to it that read "Chamber of the Keeper". Red tried to find a doorknob or something to open the door. There was nothing. They figured that they probably needed to lift the door up. All four of them used their strength to lift up the door; it shifted up.
"Keep lifting," Green grunted, he couldn't talk very much without sapping the energy that he needed in order to open the door.