"Patton, what are you doing?" a young male-voice asked, the persona representing Morality turning away from their window to see a side wearing a white long-sleeve t-shirt, snow-coloured pants, grey rubber-shoes & a red sash tied around their waist.

"Oh, sorry kiddo," Patton replied, stuttering a bit as he walked up to the other, "I'll make you some lunch - why don't you go and help Thomas with his new art project?"

The young prince smiled brightly, "Okay!"

The white & red side turned around & ran back through the door that connected the 'father's room to the hallway - which had two coloured doors & one white door.

Morality followed the energetic one down the stairs, but took a turn to the left which was the opposite of what the other one was doing.

The red-sash wearing side closed his eyes before sinking down from in front of a small TV, Patton turning to the kitchen which had an island in the middle of it.

"I don't want to treat the other side differently when he comes here, he will be a light side after all - but then again... how can I avoid it? He would've been a dark side, we would know that - we would remember that... Remember... Remember, that's it!" the fatherly side thought to themselves before picking up the pace & making two plates of toast & butter in just a few minutes - his hands travelling around the kitchen at lightning speed.

The next ten to twenty minutes for Patton was pure chaos.

He was dashing around the mind scape, sticking sticky-notes onto the walls & setting up the table like as if he would be blown up if he wasn't able to place cutlery down in three seconds.

Roman didn't question it once he came back from helping their host, but then again as long as Patton was there he knew he would be fine - they would be fine.

The two of them ate a slight bit quicker than normal, the father-figure rushing to clear his plate as the prince tried to keep up with the speed.

After around five minutes had past, Patton ran around the house again - giving glances to the sticky notes on the walls.

"Patton, why are there a bunch of papers stuck everywhere?" the red-themed side questioned, morality taking a deep breath before jogging back to the other - a drop of sweet forming on their face.

"It's for something kiddo, but first - I need you to take my hand." Patton replied in his usual bubbly voice, Roman placing his palm into the light-blue themed sides right hand.

"Why, are we teleporting somewhere?" the prince queried, who was around the same height as the other but sounded almost a year or two younger.

The fatherly-figure didn't exactly know what to say - he knew that lying was bad but then again what if he remembers, what if it doesn't work, what if he forgets who he is, what if his personality changes, what if both of them forget who they were, are the sticky notes enough to keep them from forgetting everything, what happens if all of the sides get affected?

"Not exactly kiddo, just hold on okay?" morality spoke, putting on another smile as the white & red persona nodded energetically.

As Patton closed his eyes, a light-blue glow flew out from his body & begun to surround the pair - Roman shutting his eyes in an instant.

Soon enough, the two sides were engulfed in an aqua-coloured sphere of magic - which suddenly bursted into millions of tiny glowing particles in the centre of the living space.

After a minute or more of silence, the pair were on the floor facing each other with their eyes closed tightly - holding themselves up with their hands as the last of the magic disappeared.

"Ugh... what in the-" the father-figure rubbed his eyes, before opening them completely and staring at the other, "Oh- Hi kiddo! What are we doing on the floor?"

The red-themed persona looked back at the other, "I don't know - I thought I was in bed or something... eh, never mind."

The two smiled at each other before getting off of the floor & walking around the mind-scape like nothing had ever happened - until Patton approached a certain sticky note which was attached to the TV.

"A new light side will be joining us soon - note to self, Patton." morality whispered under his breath, holding the yellow paper in his right hand, "Eh, probably forgot about this earlier - better get ready for their arrival!"

And with that, the light-blue themed side bounced back around towards the kitchen, going along with his day as the atmosphere of the place lightened up in an instant - maybe, too much of an instant.