The mana signature they're both picking up with their antennae is that of Lord Knight Justice: a title given to the man called Aen Ainsworth.
The Royal Knights, as one should know, is considered by Chaos to be the greatest nemesis to him and his goals, and yet one worth sparing in most cases, albeit with a bit of tasteful pranking here and there.
This isn't simply one of the regular knights from the old Knights of Reinen, oh no. This is one of their Lord knights; one of their greatest knights. This man is one of their commanders, someone older than most civilizations, might be as old as Chaos himself, and could probably slaughter an entire tower of his minions single-handedly, a feat that even the greatest overlords would have significant difficulty with. Justice has slain high dragons single handedly, forced the retreat of enemy armies from his sight alone, he's not simply a man: he's a living legend within interdimensional society at large.
Reinish Knights are widely considered the greatest human fighters in the known universe, and by the feel of it, one of their fiercest is standing in the hallway right now, looking right at their door.
"No, no, no. No. No, no, no. Noooo."
"Calm down," Scout Minion snips over Druid Minion, "it's fine."
But it isn't exactly fine, is it? For some reason, the feeling is so real, it feels like an actual, perfect reproduction of that man's spiritual presence: if she didn't know better, she'd say it's just an illusion created by that stupid demon. Perhaps it could pull the dream world into reality somewhat, but again, the mana signature is a perfect reproduction.
She closes her eyes, putting everything she has into the act of feeling. To her antenna, it seems like the real package, the true Knight Justice, a man who, at his chief's command, would stop at nothing to shred them all into little ribbons in the fraction of a second.
She takes a deep breath and prepares for the fight of her life.
But just before she dips out into the hallway and charges him, something else happens. A fish smashes through the window near the side of the kitchen and hits the Knight dead in the face.
"Hit" isn't really the right term, though.
The knightmare reaches out and catches it like a cat striking a fly out of the air: It's easy for him. the figure starts back, looks out the window, and immediately darts out the door in pursuit of something else.
The two terrified minions dip their heads fully out their door in disbelief.
"What in the world," Scout Minion mutters, stepping out and going up to the fish on the floor that the presumed Knight Justice dropped. Quickly closing the front door, she turns back to Druid Minion.
"Let's get to work," Scout says wearily.
Druid Minion pops out from the room.
"Okay!"
Scout Minion directs her to a door. "You take fancy boy. I'll get miss perfect," and with that, they depart and hop in separate beds. It's a simple spell: just go to sleep next to the person, and their experience becomes shared…
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Druid Minion steps into the art gallery, and it's degraded significantly.
Fashion Minion's ascot ensemble, the one that had originally won first place, has its ribbon falling off because the ensemble itself has transformed into poop. There's really no better way to explain this other than it had literally shifted into a pile of feces, but again, the dream world is a delightful place filled with mystery and magic, so it doesn't come as much of a surprise.
"Oh," is all Druid Minion starts with as she begins looking around for her friend. The woodchuck, trembling over the table that somehow transformed into a pig's pen, with his eyes tightly shut. He slowly, painfully motions his little hands (on account of him needing both of his stubby woodchuck arms to hold the pen,) over to the signature block on the contract.
"Hey, that's enough," Druid Minion says.
The woodchuck opens his eyes just long enough to see her, but then he looks over the room filled with tables, each one manned with people laughing and chuckling at him from all angles.
Druid Minion steps into the muddy pig's sty, and she places her hand on his back. He drops the pen.
"This whole thing is fake. You'd never make anything like that," she says.
"Look," he says, choking back his sobs. "Fashion Minion… it has my name on it... My honor! My dignity as a designer!"
Druid Minion shakes her head, the antlers jingling the oranments tied up to them. She moves over, blocking the view of the ascot ensemble.
Chuckles the woodchuck can no longer see the horrid piece parading as his work: instead Druid Minion's eyes focus on his own with a gaze of unfettered acceptance.
"You'd never make anything like that, but even if you did, it wouldn't change that you're the finest woodchuck I know."
Her words seemsto have an effect on him, which in turn has an effect on the atmosphere. The laughter stops, the lighting changes to something normal, and Druid Minion leans in and gives Chuckles a small tug on his own ascot.
"Besides: are you really trying to tell me that someone that can wear an ascot this stylish made something like that?" she asks, nodding over.
"I…" he thinks of his words as he looks down to his body. "I… guess you're right," he says. "You're right, I am stylish. Look at me. I look awesome. I'm so fabulous, fashionable, and I'm so trendy and I know things, and I set trends and I'm the best!"
Druid Minion hums half-heartedly.
"You are. So go ahead and tear up that contract. You don't need it."
"You're… you're right!" he says, squinting, grabbing it and trying to bite into it. This time, the previously impervious paper gives way under his teeth. The dream begins to shroud out of reality, surrendering to what's real.
He turns to her proudly as she smiles back and leans closer. "I know what it's like to feel like the past wasn't right," she says before giving him the biggest hug that he's received in decades. "Sorry."
For a short moment, he feels like he's in his old owner's arms again.
"Oh, that's…" he sniffles. "Yes, this is delightful… sometimes it's easy to forget how far I've come, I suppose."
The dream world breaks away and fades into shades of gray as everything becomes slower and slower around them.
"I'd say so. Now let's go back and have a good weekend."
"… You know it, girl." Chuckles looks up to Druid Minion with eyes gleaming with positivity. "Let's slay it."
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In the stadium dream, Cardio Minion has rescued a whopping 17,585 people so far, but she still has a truly insane amount to go.
As the Black Moon looms just minutes away, Scout Minion leaps in to help. She picks up a kid and Cardio Minion bounces back.
"Sc-Scout Minion? Why are you here?!"
"Hey, listen up," she says before she tosses the kid into a concrete wall.