Meeting the Inner Circle

"Soooooo wanna meet my friends in person, Osby?" I asked, a sense of excitement bubbling up inside me. Oslo's form seemed to nod, his darkness coalescing into a more defined shape as he regarded me. "Sure," he agreed, his voice low and smooth. "I'm curious to meet the people who are important to you." I grinned, feeling a sense of anticipation. "It's going to be a blast," I said. "My friends are a little quirky, but they're great people. You'll like them." Oslo's presence seemed to chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. "I'm looking forward to it," he said. I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement. "Okay, so I'll invite them over and we can hang out. Maybe we can even have a game night or something." Oslo's form seemed to nod in agreement. "Sounds like a plan," he said. I pulled out my phone and started typing out a group text to my friends. "Hey guys, want to come over for a game night? I've got someone I want you to meet." I hesitated for a moment before hitting send. I wasn't sure how my friends would react to Oslo's presence, but I was hoping they would be open-minded. A few minutes later, my phone started blowing up with responses from my friends. "Who's the mystery guest?" one of them asked. "Just someone I want you to meet," I replied. "You'll see when you get here." As I waited for my friends to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. What if they didn't like Oslo? What if they were freaked out by his presence? But as the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it, I felt a sense of confidence. My friends were great people, and I knew they would accept Oslo for who he was. I opened the door to reveal a group of familiar faces, all of whom were grinning at me. "Hey, man," one of them said, as they filed into the living room. As they settled in, I gestured to Oslo's presence, which was hovering near the couch. "Guys, this is Osby," I said. "He's...a part of me, I guess you could say." My friends turned to look at Oslo, their faces a mixture of curiosity and confusion. One of them, a petite girl with bright pink hair, took a step forward. "Hi," she said, her voice friendly. "I'm Lena." Oslo's form seemed to nod in greeting, his darkness flowing like a liquid as he moved. "Nice to meet you," he said. As the evening wore on, I watched as Oslo interacted with my friends. They asked him questions, and he answered in his usual enigmatic way. But despite the initial strangeness, they seemed to be warming up to him. By the end of the night, Oslo was laughing and joking with my friends like they were old friends. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief and happiness. I was glad that I had introduced them, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship.