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Plotter covers his ears. He doesn’t want to interrupt Dokja and his dependents. BUT he ALSO did NOT want to hear ALL THAT.
“Don’t moan so loud! You’ll wake up Plotter.” Someone says.
“Ah, we should’ve gone to another room.” That was Dokja talking.
“Too late for that.”
Plotter wonders who said that.
“Mmmm Dokja, I missed you so much.”
Plotter has no idea who’s saying what because all his dependents have the same voice as him.
“Dokja, I didn’t know you could do that with the shadow tentacles.”
Plotter presses his ears harder when he hears this one.
“Touch this one again and you’ll be going back to Plotter begging for a new hand.”
This guy sounds very aggressive. Probably 1863.
There are a few more muffled moans and Plotter thinks Dokja may have created some avatars to deal with his dependents. Specially since 1863 is out and he only shares with 2. Plotter also thinks he didn’t really want to know all that.
Someone snickers. “Guys, guys, wouldn’t it be funny if Plotter was awake and was listening to us?”
That was 666. Plotter is sure of it! That little piece of-
“Oh my Outer Gods, that would be awful. Dokja, can you see if there’s some sort of noise cancelling device on the shop?”
Plotter wonders which dependent had this wonderful idea that will possibly save Plotter from further trauma.
“Good idea, 41!” Dokja says happily.
WAIT. 41?!
Suddenly the place goes dead silent.
Plotter feels a brief relief.
But then he starts thinking about what he ISN’T hearing and now he doesn’t know what is more traumatizing, hearing what was going on with his dependents and Dokja when they were trying to be as quiet as possible, or imagining what those beasts are doing now that Dokja got some noise cancelling device.
And WHY did they have to mention the TENTACLES before the noise cancelling device????
Plotter has no idea how much time goes by, because he’s in the dark and he can’t hear anything. Some of his dependents who are still inside his consciousness wake up here and there, but Plotter just tells them to go back to sleep.
Plotter COULD roll his sealing sphere from under the blankets, but he isn’t really ready to see what his dependents and Dokja are doing. In a group. Next to him. Oh gods.
Eventually, someone slowly pulls the blanket on the sealing sphere.
Plotter decides he’ll just pretend he was asleep the whole time as not to embarrass himself further. He doesn’t believe 666 will say anything about this.
The sound seems to be back on, because Plotter can hear one of his dependents.
“See? Sleeping like a baby?”
“Haha, he’s so cute.” That was Dokja talking.
“Hey 41, are you always so boring during □□□? How did you get to sleep with Dokja before all of us?” Someone asks.
“Shut up, 141.” That’s probably 41 replying.
“Don’t be mean to 41. He isn’t boring, he’s just shy.” That was Dokja talking again.
“Thank you, Dokja.” That’s probably 41 again.
“When it’s just the two of us, 41 is a beast and-mmmpppffffff!”
Plotter opens his eyes.
He sees 41 red like a tomato with his hand covering Dokja’s mouth. 141 is the one closest to Plotter, and he’s holding the blanket that was over the sealing sphere.
There’s also: 2, 3, 11, 18, 33, 81, 136, 173, 362, 1111, 1562, 1863, and, of course… 666, who has his shit-eating grin on.
All of them are fully clothed and the room looks very tidy, which means they had time to clean up.
Dokja squirms out of 41’s grasp. “Good morning sleepy, head!” Dokja says looking at Plotter.
Plotter looks out of the window. It’s very much nighttime.
Dokja also looks at the window, then back at Plotter. “Erm… I got here earlier but we… uhhh… you were sound asleep, so we… started talking. Yeah, that’s what happened.”
Some Joonghyuks have their deadpan face on, some are clearly trying to hold back a laugh, 41 is still very red and avoiding eye contact.
“Yeah, we … talked.” 1111 says.
362 snorts. “I talked with my mouth a lot.”
1562 starts laughing behind him.
3 elbows 1562.
Plotter glares and they put their serious faces back on. Plotter thinks it’s hard to believe those horny depraved bastards are all parts of him.
81 pulls Dokja close and kisses his forehead. “I’ll go make dinner. You can stay here and talk to Plotter if you wish. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
Dokja firmly grabs 81’s hand. “THANK YOU.” He says with stars on his eyes. “Do you want me to show you the kitchen?”
“I’ll find it.” 81 plants another kiss on Dokja’s forehead before he unlocks the bedroom door, changes into his kkoma form and walks out.
“Hey, 81! If Hyukie’s already in the kitchen, please give him some hints and tips instead of kicking him out!” Dokja calls.
“I’ll think about it!” 81 says from the corridor.
Dokja looks at the door and giggles.
“Dokja.”
Dokja looks behind him.
“Can you give me a hand and stretch the sealing sphere? Just pull it like a balloon.” Plotter asks.
Dokja sits next to Plotter on the bed. “If I pull the sphere, it’ll stretch?”
Plotter nods. “Yes. It’s already badly damaged, so it won’t be difficult.”
Dokja’s face starts to form a grin. “What if I push it instead.”
Plotter frowns. “Don’t.”
Dokja’s grin changes into his devilish grin. “I heard from someone you also can turn into a kkoma. And I’ve never seen you in kkoma form.”
1863 stands next to the bed and grab Plotter’s sphere. Dokja grabs it from the opposite side.
Plotter presses his temples. “Is there anything I can say that will change your mind?”
“No!” Dokja says already pushing the sphere.
“Ugh!” Plotter complains as the sphere shrinks around him and he has no option but…
When Plotter opens his eyes again, everyone looks so big and tall.
“AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!” Dokja says blushing and with his hands on his cheeks.
666 snorts.
41 covers his mouth.
“Huh, I didn’t know about this.” 2 says.
“I did!” 11 says.
Plotter frowns. Hard.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!” Dokja ‘aaawwws’ harder. “Look at you! So cute and frowny and adorable!” He says picking up the little sealing sphere with kkoma Plotter inside. Dokja hugs kkoma Plotter against his chest.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Plotter says.
“No.” Dokja replies.
They stay a few minutes with Dokja hugging kkoma Plotter while the surrounding Joonghyuks watch the scene in silence.
“Dokja, are you done?” Plotter talks again. “There is something I must ask you.”
Dokja raises his eyebrows. “OH YEAH! There is something I need to ask you as well.”
Dokja raises the sealing sphere so him and Plotter are at the same eye level.
“I need to speak to 999. Where is he?”
“I need to talk to 999. Where is he?”
Plotter and Dokja ask at the same time.