As you approached the entrance to your base, Karl, quickly keyed in the code. The door slid open with a hiss, and you both stepped into the dimly lit corridor. The faint hum of the underground hideout's ventilation system was the only sound accompanying your footsteps.

As you moved deeper into the base, you could hear voices coming from Dream's office. The unmistakable tone of Dream, cold and commanding, carried through the air. Quackity's voice was also discernible, his usual manic energy tempered by the gravity of the conversation.

"Wonder what that's about.." Karl muttered as you got to the common room