Summary: Talk about a sticky situation-

It had long since become common knowledge among the many alternate universes that where there were screams and a particular soulless skeleton's cackling, it was wisest to run in the opposite direction. Blue and Dream, however, could not do so in good conscience.

No matter how much they wanted to.

Blue heaved a sigh as he and his equally weary friend walked toward the large doors leading to the main building of the Star Sanses' headquarters. Outwardly, everything appeared normal. Not even showing a faint clue of what they could be walking into. Something that wasn't typically a good sign when it came to approaching Ink's shenanigans.

Especially after the invisible snakes incident.

He shuddered, muttering, "What is Ink up to this time?"

Cautiously, the Underswap Sans inched open one of the doors. A cacophony of buzzing assaulted his nonexistent ears; Bees slipped past him and Dream, escaping into the wild.

"I'd assume it has something to do with those." The Guardian of Positivity observed, gesturing to the insects swarming the building's halls.

There was seemingly no end to them. They fluttered in the air like a fog- a sharp, possibly stingy fog. If Blue had to guess, he'd say they likely infested the entire structure.

Ink wasn't known for being subtle in any of his chaotic antics, after all. Compared to some of the other things the artist had done that week, however, it stood as the least impressive. (The short skeleton would never be able to unsee the sheer creativity - and insanity - of the other's comb-lettuce-deer hybrid. Thankfully, Reaper did not need to be begged to put it out of its misery.)

He took a moment to shoo a few of the yellow and black striped creatures off his azure-accented chest plate. "Well, at least it's not as bad as we thought it would be."

Dream shot him a wary glare. "You shouldn't say that. You know, it always-"

The duo startled when a familiar voice cried, "Sans!"

Blue's skull snapped toward the sound. The sight that greeted him left him more than a little dismayed and worried. His brother rushed in his direction from down one of the halls, lanky arms flailing away bees and panic marring his normally relaxed expression. It was a small miracle the orange-hoodied Papyrus didn't appear to be injured.

"Brother? What's wrong?" He questioned while Stretch immediately threw himself behind him, cowering.

"I was wrong! You aren't the scariest Sans!"

"You thought I'm scary?" The Underswap Sans frowned.

"Not anymore." His brother fearfully murmured.

Dream raised his hand, interrupting the pair's moment. "Wait, can you explain what happened? If it's not too much trouble. A lot seems to have happened while Blue and I were gone."

A shudder wreaked Stretch's curled-up frame. "I... I asked Ink if there was honey in the kitchen, and then he went on this weird tangent about bees-" His skull paled, speech growing more and more frantic. "Now there are bees everywhere, and some carried people away to who knows where!"

Blue and Dream shared a glance before the latter shouted, "Not it!"

"What?! Dream!" Blue gasped.

"No. I took care of the shoelace mongoose debacle yesterday. It's your turn to get a handle on Ink's mess." The Guardian of Positivity huffed, crossing his arms. "Besides, I warned you about jinxing this."

Blue rolled his eyelights, stating pointedly, "Fine, but you get to take Ink to the doctor if he has any bee-related injuries."

His friend's eye sockets narrowed. "We both know a doctor's visit is far worse than it sounds."

"Do you want to deal with the bees, then?" He retorted.

Dream took several moments to ponder the question, eventually deciding, "I'll take him to the doctor. However, this weekend, you need to help me find a suitable gift for my brother and his little ones. Deal?"

"If you throw in 50 G, you have a deal."

"Very well." The yellow-clad skeleton fished in his pockets before handing over the requested coin, which Blue swiftly deposited into his inventory.

Stretch's brow furrowed as he looked between the two. "Are you seriously haggling? Right now? About who gets to do what when cleaning up this disaster?"

Blue turned and gently patted his brother on the shoulder. "You'll understand when you're older."