The three worked into the late hours of the day, bringing boxes in, comforting others, and just doing what they could to help. At some point, Dust appeared too and instantly hopped in to assist Blueberror, despite many monsters recognizing him and throwing around insults like they were free candy at a parade. Dust took it in stride, knowing that it was deserved. He wasn't a good person, not back then. He'd hurt so many survivors, tried to hunt them for sport before Blue crashed into his life one day. The best day of his life, truly. He'd made a promise to Blue on their wedding day. A vow never to harm an innocent again. He would do anything for his husband and had done his best to live up to it ever since. Blueberror fell in line in front of Dust, suddenly blocking the view of the people in front of him. To his left was Sprinkle and to the right, Fury. ("That's Enough. Dust Is Helping, So Treat Him How You Want To Be Treated.") "Th-at-s Enou-gh. D-us-t Is He-lp-ping, S-o Tr-eat H-im Ho-w Y-ou Wa-an-nt To B-Be Tre-ate-d." Blueberror ordered boldly.

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Some listened, and others did not. Blueberror and his family were gone by five o'clock, when people started throwing things at them. Blueberror made a mental note to tell Core of the incident so they could figure out a solution to this conundrum without anyone getting too uncomfortable and leaving the safety of the Omega Timeline. He knew well that he wasn't exactly the most liked monster in the dimensional plain either. Blueberror and Sprinkle cooked together, making dinner while Sprinkle went on about how much he enjoyed the experience of helping those survivors. "Mama?" Blueberror hummed, letting him know he was listening. "Why did they not like you, Mama?" Blueberror blinked and tilted his head. ("I Would Have Thought It Would Have Been Obvious? I Look Like Him... So People Are Weary And Afraid Of Me. They Don't Know Me, Yet.") "I Woul-uld Hav-e Th-ou-ght It Wou-oul-d Ha-ve Be-ee-n Ob-vio-us? I Loo-k Li-ik-e Hi-im... So Pe-op-le Ar-e We-ary A-nd Afr-aid Of M-e. Th-ey Don-t Kn-ow M-e, Ye-t." He explained, a particularly dark expression crossing his expression before it brightened as if it never happened. It seemed to Sprinkle that his Mama still had some bad blood with Error.

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Fury was exhausted, napping after a long day. It didn't take long before he was blinking up at the bright, starry blue eyelights of his mother. Not the thing he had become, but the one he'd loved. "m-mama..? how..." Blueberry smiled at little him and wrapped an arm around him. "I Know You're Scared. Blueberror Looks Like Him... But You've Seen Time And Time Again. He Isn't Like Error. As Long As He's Alive, He Never Will Be. As Long As He's Alive... He Will Protect You, Fury. That's A Promise." Fury rubbed his arms, glancing at the floor and at Blueberry. "and... what if i can't...?" Blueberry kissed his youngest on the skull. "You Are Young And Strong... I Believe In You, Fury. I Know It'll Take Time, But You Will See, My Strong Boy..." Blue giggled and nuzzled him. "Blueberror Might Need Your Help Too, You Know. He Probably Hates Error As Much As You. Perhaps You Can Help Each Other Through Your Hurts And Traumas?" He wasn't pressuring Fury and the boy knew it. Fury shrugged. "i'll think about it, mama..." Fury made his own promise to his true mama. He smiled and hugged his son.