Fourth chapter. I wrote this one. Sis edited it now I wonder if it resembles even the slightest bit of what the original content was and what I wrote.

Anyway, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I don't know what else to say.

The day after Fuyuki's birthday was sort of a downer after the celebration and birthday wishes that had occurred the previous day.

Fuyuki woke up early just as the alarm clock in his room had rung loudly, forcing him to totter out of bed. He wanted to sleep longer and stay curled under his nice, warm blankets, but the alarm just kept blaring in his ears.

You'd have to be an expert to sleep through that, he thought to himself with a yawn. He walked over to the wall to turn it off, then climbed back onto his bed. He didn't remember installing his alarm clock into the wall, but it must have just been one of those things that happened, just like Keroro—or the Sarge, as he much rather called him—moving into his room.

Keroro yawned grumpily. "I hate that thing. I wish for once I could sleep longer than 7 am."

"I wish you could, too," said Fuyuki. "But I'm sure Sis would much rather have you awake so you can get an early start on your chores. Unless it's her day to clean. Is it?" He rolled over on his bed and peered at him.

"I sure hope so. Your sister's a bit of a jerk." Keroro made a face. He wobbled over to the dresser to do his morning rituals and grab some clothes, yawning and stretching.

Fuyuki moved to a sitting position at the edge of his bed. "Why do you need those?"

Keroro looked at him with an odd look. "Why do I need clothes?" He puzzled over the weirdness of that statement.

"Yeah. I mean, you usually don't wear them," answered Fuyuki rather honestly.

Keroro swallowed. "Is…. Is that what you imagine me like?"

"That is what you're like."

"I still have Gundam, though… right?" he asked

"Of course you do! Is something wrong, Sarge? I mean you'd never question whether you have Gundam or not…." Fuyuki's eyebrows drew together.

"Nah, everything's fine. As long as I have Gundam, I don't care if you imagine me naked, honestly," Keroro told him. He had just finished getting ready. "I'm going on ahead." Before Fuyuki could say anything else, Keroro opened the door to their room and left.

Fuyuki really hoped Keroro wasn't going on ahead to do anything invasion-related. Natsumi would so beat him up if this plan failed.

After getting ready himself and putting on his clothes, Fuyuki rushed out of his room to look for his roommate and best friend. He found him sitting in a chair with a blood pressure cuff around his arm, surrounded by doctors in lab coats.

Fuyuki felt fear rush into his veins. "Wh-what are you doing to him?" It had finally happened. The men in black had breached his house. They were going to dissect Keroro and take him away from Fuyuki. Without thinking anything through, Fuyuki lunged at one of the doctors as if he was going to head-butt him. The doctor easily stopped Fuyuki, as if predicting his every move… as if they had been through this routine several times.

"It's all right, Hinata," the doctor told him in a soothing voice. "We've been living here a while, remember?"

Fuyuki didn't seem to believe the doctor, and he frowned. "You're lying."

"No. No, I'm not. Your house…" The doctor thought for a moment. "…has been enlarged, remember? And Mr. Verde—I mean, Keroro has been sick and we doctors exist to help the sick, so we were enlisted to help him get better."

"You're sick, Sarge?" Fuyuki asked with concerned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're sick too, Hinata." The doctor tried to get into the conversation, but Fuyuki just wouldn't listen.

"Why are humans helping an alien?" Fuyuki asked. His heart was pounding. "You're not trying to dissect him, are you?"

"Of course we wouldn't try to dissect him!" said the doctor. "We're… a special group of humans. We're a group that's only here to help. We're a group you can count on and trust."

"Promise that you'll never hurt him." Fuyuki clenched his fist. Instead of donning a childish demeanor, he took the diplomatic approach. "Promise that you'll never hurt any aliens."

"We would never hurt any aliens," the doctor assured him. He recorded something in a notebook and then took the cuff off of Keroro's arm. "And of course we'd never hurt Keroro. We just want to help him get better."

"How sick…. How sick is the Sarge?" Fuyuki asked

"Well we don't know how to tell you this, Hinata…" The doctor sounded awfully hesitant. "…but your friend has quite a hoarding problem."

"Hey!" Keroro yelled. He jerked his arm slightly, which the doctor had to hold down so he could insert a needle for a blood draw. "I thought that was confidential information!"

Fuyuki laughed. "I already knew that, Sarge. It's pretty obvious. And that's not really that sick."

"It is. It's mentally sick. And we're doctors that heal mental sickness. Now, would you please step onto the scale so we can take your weight?" the doctor instructed. "We want to make sure you're as healthy as possible too."

"…All right," Fuyuki finally agreed. He felt he was a pretty good judge of character and could sense no hostility from the doctor.

As Fuyuki weighed himself, the doctor turned to a coworker at his side and dropped to a whisper. "He does this every morning. I suspect he's so tired because it's morning that he forgets that we've already had this conversation 27 other times." The other doctor made a quiet 'oh' sound and resumed his work, showing little interest. Things get to a point where one's seen it dozens of times before.

After taking his pills as the doctors had instructed him, Fuyuki headed to the dining hall for breakfast. Keroro had already gone ahead and was now sitting down with some toast and unhealthy cereal at his place.

Fuyuki sat down next to him along with Tamama on the other side of Keroro, who was always the first one at breakfast. He usually had two plates of food because he always found someone else's to nab.

"Good to see you, Tamama," Fuyuki smiled. He felt a lot safer near all the doctors everywhere, now that it wasn't just Keroro and him. Fuyuki then dropped to a small whisper next to Keroro, "Are all these doctors really safe? I mean, they're Pokopenians. Do you really trust them?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do. They're nice people." Keroro ate his breakfast calmly, without choosing to comment on the offensive slur his friend liked to use in place of the word "humans."

"All right…" Fuyuki sighed. If the Sarge trusted them, then they definitely could be trusted, especially if they were humans.

Keroro glanced over at Tamama hand trying to steal away his second slice of toast and asked, "Do you really need that much food?" Keroro slapped the hand away and devoured the toast before any other hands could come to grab it.

"Sorry, Mr. Sergeant." Tamama apologized and gave Keroro adorable puppy-dog eyes.

Hearing the nickname, Keroro made a face. "Tamama, you too? I thought only Fuyuki liked that nickname."

"Yeah, but it sounds cool so I started using it. Don't you like it, Mr. Sergeant?" Tamama said in an awfully flirtatious tone.

For some reason, Fuyuki could have sworn that it looked like a shiver went through his friend's back. It certainly looked like that on Keroro's face. Not that he could blame him, since a shiver went through Fuyuki's back as well when he saw Tamama talk that way with their friend. Fuyuki shook it off. He probably read it all wrong and there was no flirtation going on between the two.

Fuyuki cleared his throat. "So, Sarge… did you seek help from these doctors about your hoarding problem, or did they find you all on their own?"

"Hoarding problem?" Tamama looked at Keroro and then at Fuyuki. "But…. But I thought you came here because of some trauma cuz you couldn't save an orphan in a fire? Or…" He tapped his chin. "…was it that you were wounded mentally when a bunch of kittens in a tree drowned after you saved them? I don't really know…. Your story's kind of inconsistent, to be honest…." Tamama scratched his head, thinking about it longer.

"Uhhhh…." Keroro went into a period of awkward silence. "You know what? You can have some of my breakfast. You want the rest of my cereal? It's unnecessarily sugared," he offered

"Oh boy!" Tamama didn't question any further and just grabbed the bowl, hungrily devouring the contents as if his stomach was a black hole.

Keroro quickly made his escape from the cafeteria so as not to be questioned about his hoarding problem.

"You know what?" Fuyuki spoke out loud. "I'm starting to think that maybe the doctors are right and the Sarge really does need help."

After breakfast, Tamama and Fuyuki exited the dining hall and walked up the stairs to Floor 2. Tamama led Fuyuki to an open room with lots of couch cushions and sofas. The room had a certain serenity to it; perhaps it was the dim lights offset by bright colors decorating the wall. In comfortable-looking chairs, Fuyuki spotted Keroro, Keroro's white-haired friend, a dark-haired girl his sister's age, and two men about Keroro's age, both as far away from him as they could be. In the center of the room sat Pururu in her Ahotoron form.

Fuyuki would have questioned why they didn't go down to the base for a meeting, but lately the platoon had been meeting upstairs with Pururu there to aid them. Nowadays it seemed she was always there to help with health concerns and make sure that they were in top condition for their invasion.

Pururu smiled, her lips and eyes eradiating with kindness. "Ah, thank you, Tamama, you brought Fuyuki."

Tamama crossed his hands behind his head. "It was no problem."

Looking around the room, Pururu checked off some things on her clipboard. "All right, then…. Tamama's here, Keroro's here, Fuyuki's here, Dororo's here, Koyuki's here, Mois's here, Giroro's here…."

"Even though I really don't want to be," Giroro remarked gruffly.

"I know, but I'm so proud of you for coming anyway!" Pururu sounded perky and nice as always.

He turned his head off to the side, and Fuyuki could have sworn he heard him mumble under his breath, "I don't need your fake praise."

"Did Pururu and the Corporal have a fight?" Fuyuki whispered to Keroro while Pururu handed out some slips of paper.

"Well…. Kind of…." Keroro easily recognized who Fuyuki was talking about. "Giroro, to be honest… doesn't really like anyone." Keroro looked down for a moment. "Not even me."

"He likes Sis, though," said Fuyuki as Pururu gave him his slip of paper.

"He hasn't even met your sister, but if he did, I agree—they'd probably be two peas in the same pod." Keroro pointed at the paper slip. "By the way, you're supposed to fill that out."

"Oh," said Fuyuki. He read the paper, and then circled all the "no" slots for whether he had hallucinated yet today, heard anything, or felt the need to hurt anyone.

"It's important to tell the doctors of your progress and how you're feeling." Keroro leaned back in his chair and handed his paper to the white-haired girl next to him. "Could you finish this for me, Mois?"

Mois, instead of filling out her own slip of paper, had been instead sleeping on one of the couches.

"Sure, Uncle." She nodded cheerily, clearly quite sleepy still, and took Keroro's mental health paper in her hand to finish it for him.

"Uncle?" Keroro made a face. "What's with all these weird nicknames…? You haven't been listening to Fuyuki's stories, too, have you?"

Mois responded with a yawn.

She was always sleepy, Fuyuki consistently observed. Always snoozing during the day, sometimes during the activities. The doctors would probably say she was another of those narcoleptic case.

"Now… who wants to start our circle with how they've felt since we last checked in?" Pururu asked to get the ball rolling. "You can even start by telling everybody what you dreamed last night, and the group can examine it."

The pink-haired man sitting near the corner of the room by the other girl raised his hand. "I would be very honored to start if you would give me the chance…" he spoke. "I've been having a wonderful day. I watered my plants and pondered the mysteries and the wonders of the universe. And then I thought about animals." He finished with a softhearted smile.

"That's wonderful, Dororo! You always want to stay positive!" Pururu complimented. Dororo looked proud, until she asked the question, "…Did you take anymore of it?"

"Anymore of what, Pururu?" Dororo asked

"…You know what…." She tried to be gentle on the subject.

"Of course I did. It helps free the mind and brings your spirit away from the earth itself and to the heavens beyond, all while being in one room." Dororo smiled again. "I love everyone." He plopped back onto the couch, sprawling his arms out in a sort of free-spirit-like manner.

"And Koyuki? How are you feeling?" Pururu asked

The dark-haired girl next to Dororo, Koyuki, drew her knees up close to her chest and turned her head away. "I'd honestly feel a lot better if I could go outside instead of being confined here."

"You will be able to get outside. But you just have to learn a bit more about normal society. You'll be free soon enough, I promise," said Pururu. "And you're not being confined. You're here for help. Like in a school."

"This is no school," Tamama piped in with a frown. "I've barely even been to a school, and I know the difference."

"Oh no…. Tamama, please no…. We can't have anymore damages here…" Pururu begged, trying to calm him down.

"SHUT UP, LADY!" Tamama's voice changed drastically, and he opened his mouth wide. "TAMAMA IMPACT!" From out of his mouth blasted a yellow-white energy at the wall. Tamama shut his mouth and giggled cutely, as though nothing had happened.

Pururu covered her head and sighed. "Why do I even try? This happens every day, anyway…."

"Do you want me to go next, Pururu?" asked Keroro. He seemed a little eager to please.

She looked tired after the near explosion, but she waved him on. "Sure. Go ahead."

"I dreamed about Gundam, and then had a fine morning afterward," he told them all.

"That's…" Pururu didn't know what word to attach to her idea of it. "…wonderful."

Keroro beamed.

"Fuyuki? Mois? Giroro? Who wants to go next?"

Giroro looked to the side, obviously not wanting to talk. "Pass."

"Giroro you can't pass every morning. We have to talk about your dreams and day—"

"I said pass." He growled at her, sounding peeved.

Pururu squeaked and stopped questioning him. She looked over at Mois but the young girl had already fallen back to sleep.

"I really need to see the doctors about her narcoleptic problem…" Pururu sighed and rubbed her eye, messing up her bangs a little, but she did nothing to fix it. Either she didn't care, or she didn't notice. "Fuyuki? How are you feeling?"

"Fine. As long as you guys don't invade today, I shouldn't have too much trouble. Are you here to help with the invasion or just help with everyone's health?" he asked

"I'm a nurse. I'm here to help with everyone's health," she told him.

Fuyuki laughed. "That's good, cuz I wouldn't want Sis being as mad at you as she is at Sarge."

Pururu looked at him a bit oddly, but all she said was a sigh.

"All right…. Let's move on to the next part…."

Pururu's group therapy session went well, aside from Giroro's anger and Mois sleeping through the whole thing.

Fuyuki wondered briefly why humans like Koyuki and himself were there, but he decided eventually that he was just happy to be able to observe all these alien rituals. So he piped down regarding why he was allowed to be there.

Eventually Pururu led the group to another room for some sort of creative study and left them all alone.

Fuyuki recognized the room instantly. This was the room that he met with Momoka in every day. "It's time for the Occult Club, isn't it?"

"It would be, but it's Saturday. Remember? Momoka won't be here today or tomorrow," Keroro reminded him. Fuyuki face-palmed.

"Geez! I feel stupid! How could I forget something so important as what day it is?" He laughed somewhat nervously, then sat down to help Keroro build some Gundam.

After all, for some reason he could find no occult books to read instead.

11 o'clock was something called individual therapy. Fuyuki wasn't quite sure why he needed that or why that was scheduled into his day, but they made him go, anyway.

He entered a small room, still on the second floor, and saw an older-looking black-haired man sitting in front of him, marking some papers. Fuyuki looked down and saw that he was just doodling instead of writing down anything important. The doodle looked almost like a duck, but it was even worse than Giroro's art style.

The man stiffened when he saw Fuyuki, and put the papers away to greet him—but Fuyuki beat him to it.

"Lieutenant Garuru?" he asked, concerned. "Why are you here? You're not mad at me for stopping the invasion too many times… are you?" Garuru was a strong Keronian, and Fuyuki knew he'd have to stand his ground if Garuru tried to attack him.

"Fuyuki Hinata, this delusion about an alien invasion and me being some sort of leader of an alien platoon has got to stop. It's not healthy for your mental state and there's going to be no progress if you keep thinking like this," Garuru informed him.

Delusion? Is convincing me that I'm wrong some sort of new trick for the invasion? Fuyuki looked at Garuru and noticed how un-Keronian-like he was today. Instead of possessing the froggish traits that all Keronians had, Garuru appeared to be a human just like himself, dressed in a dark purple suit a jacket, along with yellow sunglasses and a small hat. His skin was tan and his hair black… almost as if he had started wearing a robot suit just like Pururu.

"Oh! I get it!" Fuyuki smacked his fist into his palm. "The platoon is pretending to be humans or something to trick everyone into letting them invade! Well, you're not going to fool me. I'll never give into your tricks." He flashed Garuru a confident grin. But Garuru only looked frustrated.

"You're a difficult case, Fuyuki Hinata." He brought his knee underneath him and let his other leg relax. "But at least you're not as bad as him." There was venom on the last word as Garuru said this in a hushed tone. Fuyuki was confused, but Garuru made him sit down on the floor with him to talk about—big surprise—how he was feeling.

After the long and difficult pretty almost boring talk with Garuru, Fuyuki tiredly trudged to the dining hall for lunch.

"Hey, Sarge." Fuyuki waved to Keroro and plopped into a seat next to him, or as close as he could be, as his roommate had Tamama and Mois on either side of him.

"Tamama…. Um…. Y-you took my…." Mois paused as she looked at her empty plate of food, wondering what the best approach was to communicate with the jealous (and hungry) red-head.

"What about it?" He growled and gave her a challenging look. "I'm hungry, woman. If you don't want me to eat your food, then don't sit here."

"B-but…." She looked a bit sad. "I want to sit with Uncle! And where else am I supposed to go?"

Tamama pointed to another table with a blonde girl with tan skin that Fuyuki recognized as Asami. Oddly, they looked like two very distinct people, which in Fuyuki's mind shouldn't have happened. At Asami's table were some other people, including a brown-haired girl with glasses and an intimidating sort of man with a dragon tattoo. "You could always sit with group B."

"B-but…." Angol Mois obviously didn't want to leave Keroro's side.

"Or you could go up to floor 4." Tamama's lips slipped into a sly little grin. "I wouldn't mind you getting lost up there or broken forever."

"Floor 4?" said Fuyuki. I don't remember my house having 4 floors.

"Floor 4 of the Hinata House." Keroro swallowed a star fruit. "Nobody knows what's up there and nobody's allowed to find out."

"No one?" Fuyuki asked.

"Well, there's been a few patients, but none of them came back," his roommate answered casually. "Oh, and I hear a bunch of rumors and stuff that doctors and therapists have actually died up there."

"You mean…." Fuyuki paused and began to shiver. Keroro placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, but Fuyuki's hands tightened into fists excitedly, his eyes sparkling. "There's a real life occult mystery in my house? That…. THAT'S SO COOL!"

Keroro sweat-dropped, along with Tamama and Mois.

Unfortunately, even though it was visiting hours, Natsumi didn't show up for lunch with Fuyuki. Fuyuki suspected it was because Natsumi was busy with work. For some reason, she was starting to act a lot like their mom, always working.

Mom would be proud, but she'd also be sad that sis isn't enjoying her free time a little more, Fuyuki thought to himself

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen his mother for a while. She must have been really busy with work. He wondered if he should call her up sometime and tell her about the Platoon's new plot to blend in with Pokopenians, or about the new floor in their house.

The next few hours, Fuyuki was bored out of his mind talking to another alien that sometimes visited the platoon, a guy named Bariri who kept insisting that he was Fuyuki's extra therapist. But then he started rambling about food and vegetables.

Fuyuki wasn't really listening. It would have been interesting if he talked about something more alien-like, but he mostly talked about cabbages. That and Pururu. At some points it felt like Fuyuki was the therapist, helping Bariri with all his problems, instead of the other way around.

The hour after that was the worst part of the day. Exercise. Fuyuki just huffed and wheezed as he tried to run, but it was way too hard for him.

Giroro tried to help him up a couple times and talk about how exercise wasn't too bad, but Fuyuki really didn't buy into the lies. Exercise was bad. It was the worst. When Giroro trudged away in defeat, some of the doctors came by and scolded Fuyuki for shooting down a patient's chance to feel helpful to someone.

After all of Fuyuki's limbs were aching, he tiredly went to another room on the second floor, one where he was told to meet Pururu again for another appointment.

Today's been a bit weird…. Actually, this whole WEEK has been a bit weird. It's like everybody's shied away when I mentioned aliens… and scolded me for it, he thought to himself.

In front of their therapist, he sat next to Mois in a chair. He wasn't sure what would happen now.

"I'm glad you could make it Fuyuki," said Pururu with a smile. "This group is really important to talk about your delusions."

"Why does everybody keep using that word?" he said.

"I don't really know, honestly," Mois agreed.

Fuyuki turned to her as if she was a light in a dark tunnel. "You mean you aren't going to use it? You aren't going to suddenly stop talking or drop the subject when I mention aliens?"

"Of course not. After all, aliens do exist. But nobody will listen to me when I tell them when I am one." She thought to herself a moment, then lifted a finger by her chin. "You could say, silent treatment?"

Fuyuki could hear bells ringing in his head as he realized this was the most sane person he'd talked to that day. Weird enough that it had to be Mois, the narcoleptic.

"So, you mean, you're not going to pretend you aren't an alien? The—The Lord of Terror, Angol Mois, from Nostradamus's prophecy?" Fuyuki asked

"No! I would never pretend not to be! I'm an Angolian through and through," she insisted with pride. "You're not wrong."

"Guys. Guys!" Pururu interrupted. "We formed this group so you could get better, not feed into each other's delusions. Okay?"

Mois didn't seem too pleased with Pururu's remark.

"Look, the fact of the matter is, aliens haven't been proven to exist… uh… yet. And you, Mois, are not an 'Angolian,' " Pururu spoke to her. "Nor are you the Lord of Terror. You're just a confused young girl."

"I've cracked hundreds of planets in half," Mois affirmed. There was lots of certainty in her voice.

"Hundreds? Really?" Fuyuki asked. Before Mois had a chance to nod, Pururu glared at her.

"Look… this therapy session is about trying to find the roots of what caused your delusions…. Not to talk about your fantasies. We thought you'd both do a lot better together than working with the two of you apart, since you had very similar problems," said Pururu.

Fuyuki caught Mois mumble under her breath, "If I had my Lucifer Spear…."

"Well you don't," their therapist reminded her. "I'm sorry. We have a strict no cell phone policy." She clasped her hands together. "Now, who wants to talk about your first contact with your delusions or fantasies?"

Fuyuki raised his hand.

"Sis was waking me up one day…"

Fuyuki felt that Pururu was a bit frustrated on the group therapy session not going anywhere. He had liked it, though. Mois seemed to be the only one who was acting like her usual self, except for something Fuyuki noticed—this odd, intense dislike of Pururu. Had that always been there? It probably had, and he just hadn't paid as much attention to Angol Mois as he should have. He felt sort of bad.

He and Mois began to head off to dinner together. Halfway through the hall, Angol Mois yawned and stretched her arms. "I'm going to go head off back to bed now."

"But you haven't eaten all day…" he pointed out.

"We Angolians don't need as much food as Pekoponians. Instead we need twenty hours of sleep. You could say, sleepy as a seal?" She skipped off to room 130, then added over her shoulder, "Say hi to Uncle for me!"

Well, if that's what's best for her species then I'm sure that's all right, Fuyuki thought to himself. He entered the dining hall again for his meal.

To his happiness, Natsumi was indeed there waiting for him.

"Hey, Fuyuki." She smiled and waved to him.

"Sis!" Fuyuki gave her a brief hug and sat down by her side. "You know… today's been a bit weird…. I mean, the Sarge is fine and all, but Pururu and Garuru keep talking about how there's no invasion and how I have delusions or something." He narrowed his eyes. "I think the Keronians are having another invasion plan and have enlisted the help of the Garuru Platoon!"

"Mm-hm…. I see…" Natsumi smiled and nodded a bit awkwardly at Fuyuki's theory.

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

"Um… uh… work with them?" she tried. "You have to listen to what Garuru and Pururu say, all right?"

Fuyuki's mouth fell open.

Sis would never want me to hand the planet to aliens! She'd never want me to work with them…. But… maybe she wants me to pretend to work with them and go undercover so I can figure out their plan. Yeah. Sarge is listening, and so that's why she said that! he deciphered.

Fuyuki nodded. "All right, Sis."

"Really?" Natsumi seemed a bit shocked, surprised, and looking as if she was in a state of joy. "You're really ready to listen to them this time?"

"I'll do what you say, Sis." Fuyuki had to lie so that none of the frogs would know his and Natsumi's plan.

His sister hugged him and buried her face in his hair.

"I'm so glad…. I didn't want to lose another person…. I didn't want you to be away forever…." She seemed to be crying a bit.

Fuyuki didn't understand why his sister was crying. Maybe it was because their dad had left a few years ago to pursue his research, but that didn't have a very huge amount of lasting damage on Natsumi. For Fuyuki, it had sparked an interest in the occult. But… maybe his sister wasn't as strong as he thought she was. That day, he learned yet another thing about her and saw through her tough exterior, just as he had learned on her birthday, when everyone gave her a surprise party.

Fuyuki hugged his sister back, more for her than for him.

After Natsumi had left, Fuyuki had to do some more doctors exams before he could prepare for sleep. Once he finished all that, he plopped himself into his bed, adjacent to Keroro's.

"It's been a tiring day, hasn't it, Sarge?" Fuyuki asked with a yawn.

"Yeah," Keroro agreed.

"Kind of weird, too."

"You think it was a weird day?"

"Yeah." Fuyuki rolled over onto his belly and folded his arms underneath his chin. "I mean, Garuru and Pururu kept insisting you guys aren't invading." He shook his head. "I never saw Garuru for such a liar type."

Keroro was wise and said nothing.

"Sarge? Was what he said true? Have you given up the invasion?" Fuyuki asked him.

"If I was invading, I don't think I'd just give up," he answered.

"Have you ever invaded anything? Can you tell me a story about any other planets you've gone too?"

"Sure." Keroro shrugged. He loved having excuses to tell elaborate stories about himself being a hero, and if he could also help Fuyuki get to bed and ease his uncertain mind on the side, he'd love to.

"Let me tell you about the time I beat this commander of this one race… we'll call it Viper… single-handedly," he began.

Fuyuki closed his eyes and let himself relax as Keroro's story took place in his mind, making him feel like everything was right once again.

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