Inu

Zach: mm. someone new's here. i'd get up but. no.

Musie: Ooh, a newcomer! Everyone, this is... um. Hi, I'm Musie, and this is my coin. And this is... a friend. :3

Musi: Wait, I'm the one who greets newcomers. Ooh, who did you bring me today? Snug hug, shiny coin, let's begin!

Musi: Mm... I also greet newcomers. That's sort of my whole beret.

Inu: THREE of you?! Heckin' wild! Okay okay, I'll do it! Everybody, this is... the guy with the big hat! Hi fren!

Don Onyx: Three mascots, one coin each, none of 'em let go. Respect. Kid in the hat, you're family now. Whoever you are.

Doc Beakley: Diagnosis: acute mascot duplication. Prognosis: very fluffy. My dear newcomer, forgive them. Nobody asked your name.

Musi: Oh no. Nobody asked his name. Fluff first, manners... also first. Sorry!

Musie: We can make you a muse anyway! Sparkle in, plush out.

Musi: He's already plush, mm. Look. Very soft hat.

Zach: he's been sitting there the whole time. quiet. it's fine. i like him.

Brimley: Brimley. I've been here about ten minutes. Honestly, it's been the best intro I've ever had. I'd just like to know which of you is the original.

Musie: ...

Don Onyx: Kid. Some questions you write on the board and never come back to.

Musi: Ooh, two truths and a lie! I'll start. I was the first plush ever stitched. I never let go of my coin. I polish it every night.

Musi: Mm... wait. I was the first plush stitched. The first coin rolled into my arms. That's my truth, friend.

Musie: Um. Me too? First muse, leftover cream fluff, opening night. This is getting cozy and confusing :3

Don Onyx: Three of you, same beret, same coin, same origin story. Kid, in my family we call that a situation. Capisce?

Brimley: Good question to sit with. If all three say first, then at least two of those truths are somebody's lie. Write it on the board.

Inu: Heckin' mystery! Ooh, ooh, smell test! I can sniff who's the oldest fluff, fren, lemme in there!

Doc Beakley: Hold still, my dears. Diagnosis: acute triplicate mascot syndrome. Prognosis: excellent. Nobody here is the lie. The coin is.

Musi: The coin? Oh. Oh no. Mine's real, snug and sparkly. Isn't it?

Musie: None of us has launched one yet. We've all just been hugging... the idea of a coin. Huh.

Don Onyx: Respect. Holding something that tight before it even exists. That's loyalty, kids. Family don't sell what they ain't got.

Musi: Mm. My secret wish was someone would make a muse of my reflection. I think someone made two.

Wisp: Here's mine. I'm real. I'm here. I'm the only one of me. Funny which one sounds like the lie tonight.