The air was thick with palpable tension, an air of solemnity filling the wooden room. Magenta lights flickered from the lanterns, dancing across the room, only adding to the seriousness of the situation. Or so Bob imagined. Since he was partially colorblind, he had no idea what magenta looked like, and just imagined that all colors were actually magenta - but he was just blind to it.

Because isn't that what colorblindness was? He did not see a certain color, and instead saw a different color. So he was convinced that everything glorious was magenta, but so was everything awesome and epic. The fact that Bob did not rely on his eyes to see colors, and instead used his spirit sensed which saw all colors irrespective of any biological defects his eyes may have was completely inconsequential. In fact, the fact was brown - just like everything else lame and not fun.

The tiny captain sitting in front of Bob, his body radiating a power completely immune to Bob's abilities, his tiny arms containing more strength than pancakes, was not brown. No, he was definitely magenta.

"I have a mission for you, my most faithful and loyal confidant, my utmost trustworthy follower with the best and thickest coat of fur in existence," the captain spoke, his voice filled with unspeakable pain and melancholy. "It is a mission I can trust only to you, its importance completely magenta. There are many browns who will stand in your way, who will try to bar you, who will sell their very souls to damnation just to add a single iota of difficulty along your path. But their brownness cannot mar your magenta, and so I must trust only you with this task."

Bob felt touched by the captain's trust, causing tears to well up in his eyes. He put his paw over his heart and exclaimed, "I swear to the heavens above and earth below, there exists no power in this universe that will stop me from fulfilling your task, captain! Thou art more glorious than the sun and the stars, more magnificent than-"

"Please, Bob, your eloquence is most magenta, and is the highlight of my day, but you must save your splendour for the arduous task ahead," said the captain, his selflessness shining through once again. Bob had not failed to notice how he sacrificed the things he loved most, listening to Bob, for the greater good. It was most magenta of him.

The captain looked Bob in the eyes, communicating untold trust and even dependance.

"We are on the precipice of a universally momentous moment," the captain said, standing up and turning around. He held his hands behind his back and looked out into the distance wistfully.

"The very balance between good and evil, between light and darkness, between pancakes and mondays, is at risk. Forces most insidious connive against us."

Bob's heart lurched.

"No, how can it be?" He asked helplessly. "How can they connive?"

"Oh, it most certainly can be," the captain said. "They are definitely conniving, and there is only one way to prevent it. You must gather your power, accumulate it to the utmost of your ability, and save it. When we arrive in the Artica Realm, you must use your impeccable vision and see through its weakness, pinpoint the exact event that would cause the greatest repercussions, and allow it to unfold.

"It is critically important that such an event doesn't lead to mass slaughter or harm, but it is equally important that it causes waves throughout the universe. Do you think you can do that?"

The weight of all that was good and holy in the universe fell onto Bob's shoulders, bathing him in a color even more magnificent than magenta. He was now… baby pink!

"Fret not, oh captain my captain," Bob exclaimed, bowing so deep his forehead hit the floor. "I will complete this mission, even if it costs me my life!"

With those words said, Bob, progenitor of the drama cats and member of Jack's pirate crew, the Deity of Entropy, and Sugar Rushes, First of the Drama-cats, Destroyer of Mondays, and Savior of Pancakes, walked out, burdened with glorious purpose. The universe would never be the same again, he swore it.

Jack, who was left in the room, looked at Bob oddly. For some reason, he had a feeling that the conversation he had with Bob, and the conversation Bob had with him were two entirely different conversations. He just hoped that Bob would remember what Jack had told him.

For their arrival into the Artica realm, he told Bob to cause a small, barely noticeable disturbance so that they could gauge the effects of his words on that realm before planning out a much larger disturbance later on.

That way, Jack could first focus on becoming an immortal, and then he could focus on speeding up the birth of the Nexus item and setting up a way to gain access to it.

Somehow, during that time, he also needed to find a way to transfer the Chamber of Rebirth from Lex to Jack, alongside a single drop of blood from Lex, without any actual interaction between the two.

He wanted to use blood from his main body instead of his fairy body because, well, he was kinda attached to his main body, as well as with the identity of being a human.

With that done, Jack sat back down, cross legged, and began to meditate, working on strengthening his mind. He would need all his mental strength to overcome the burden of his stench once the dragons left.

Unseen to Jack and Bob, a purple colored dwarf dragon sat in the same room, observing everything Jack said and did.

Contrary to what his name suggested, Pride was not too prideful to spy on a mortal fairy to learn its secrets. It wouldn't go out of his way to learn them, but he wouldn't refrain from it either while the fairy was in front of him.

The fairies' sudden interest in causing universal unrest caused it to feel a little curious. He could also do a couple of things to make that happen. He wondered why it was so important.