They were panting, scuffed up, and a little sticky… but they were grinning.

With a flash of golden light, a message popped up in the air like a hologram:

LEVEL UP!
➤ Level 2 Achieved!

Above each of their heads, shimmering numbers flickered into place. Even Bonbon, who clapped excitedly, got her little badge of level-up pride.

Mezzo flung his arms wide like he was announcing to a stadium. “YES! I knew I was main character material! Finally, the spotlight’s on me!”

Celeste laughed, cheeks flushing. “Oh, don’t be daft… it’s not just you…” She lifted a hand shyly for a high-five.

Mezzo smacked it with a resounding clap, then spun toward the others. “GROUP HIGH-FIVE, PEOPLE! Don’t leave me hangin’!”

One by one, Lumina, Skye, and even Ray hesitated, then joined in.
Pitch smirked faintly and slapped his paw in.
Arcade rolled his eyes. “Ugh, germs,” he muttered—but leaned in anyway.

For the first time since the chaos began, they didn’t feel like prey.

They felt like a team.

Arcade immediately pulled back, fiddling with his wrist-tech, eyes gleaming with calculation. “This makes absolutely no sense. No Wi-Fi, no visible energy source—yet the chips responded to extreme psychological stimuli, manifesting constructs tailored to individual cognition. Fascinating…”

Ray arched an eyebrow. “Or maybe it’s just… y’know, magic? Don’t fry your brain about it.”

Arcade scoffed. “That’s literally the opposite of what I do.”

Pitch leaned against a cracked gumdrop pillar, voice low. “Alright, genius—but how are we meant to carry these things? My shotgun’s made of bloody playing cards. Not exactly stealth kit.”

As if on cue, all of their weapons dissolved into particles—a soft light that floated into the air before fading into their respective microchips.

The room fell silent.

Mezzo blinked.

“Where’d my guitar go?!”

He stuck out his paw dramatically.

“Come back, my sweet ax of flame!”

The air shimmered—and BAM—the guitar reappeared in his paws with a soft musical riff echoing behind it.

Everyone stared.

Mezzo grinned like a lunatic.

“Okay. This. Is. AWESOME.”

Arcade’s jaw tightened, but his eyes shone. “This isn’t just magic. It’s adaptive. The universe itself is rewriting interface laws to suit our subconscious expectations. Symbolic cognition, emotional projection—do you realize what this means? I need samples. Notes. Simulations—”

Ray groaned, dragging a paw down her face. “He’s gonna lecture us into the apocalypse.”

Skye leaned toward Lumina and whispered, almost conspiratorial. “I think… I just leveled up in weird.”

Lumina hummed thoughtfully, clutching her shield close. “Weird… but fun.”

Celeste smiled softly at the sound. For just a moment, despite everything, things felt… okay.

But deep down, they all knew—

This was only the beginning.

The sliding doors to the convention center let out a mechanical groan as they cracked open—half-crushed, one hanging from its rail, the other jammed by gum.

Celeste stepped out first, her heels crunching against a floor now coated in hardened, crystallized syrup and crushed sweets.

The others followed—quiet, almost reverent.

Even Mezzo stopped flicking his guitar in and out of reality.

They stood side by side, staring at the once-living, bustling city of Clawdiff, now buried under a surreal, grotesque candy-coated nightmare.

The roads were paved in taffy, buildings slumped under icing and caramelized sugar. Lamp posts bent from the weight of vines made of red licorice. Vehicles had melted into sticky pools of neon goo.

Worst of all, not a single living person was visible—only those twisted, zombified sugar beasts lurching aimlessly through the streets. Some of them looked like they had once been people… but were now misshapen forms wearing Halloween candy like armor, eyes glazed over—both literally and figuratively.

Ray muttered under her breath, sharp and low.
“Where the hell is everybody…?”

Arcade was already scanning the skyline with his Coms Crystal, eyes narrowed, voice edged with fascination more than fear.
“Look up. Not clouds—glass. We’re under a dome.”

The others followed his gaze. Above them, the horizon curved into a rose-tinted shell, shimmering faintly, humming with unnatural energy.

Suspended dead-center, floating like a cruel parody of the moon, was a colossal gumball. Stadium-sized. Turning slowly, pulsing faintly.

Arcade’s voice dropped, almost reverent. “That’s no ornament. That’s the epicenter. The entire system’s bleeding from there.”

Skye tugged on Lumina’s sleeve, whispering. “Is this… still a game? Or did the game eat us?”

Lumina squeezed his paw tighter. “Don’t know… but I don’t like it.”

Even Pitch, who hadn’t flinched at anything yet, stared up with a grim look. “That ain’t cosplay. That’s a bloody cage.”

Then—

“Woooooah!” Mezzo threw his arms open, grinning like a lunatic. “Now that’s commitment to a theme! Look at it—giant death gumball in the sky? Genius! And hey, is that car made of chocolate? Because, lads, that’s adorable and impractical. Imagine the rain—”

Ray smacked the back of his head. “Shut. Up.”

Silence reclaimed the street until Celeste, voice small but steady, stepped forward. “We… we need to know why this is happening. And… um… then we need to get out. Before it—before it gets worse.”

Her words cut through, shy but resolute. One by one, the others nodded. Even Mezzo puffed up a little taller, though he muttered under his breath, “Still calling dibs on the chocolate car…”

They moved. The city of Clawdiff stretched before them, a candy-coated ruin. Frosting dripped from buildings, vines of sugar twisted around lamps, and the air reeked of syrup. Sweet, bright, and deeply wrong.

The team froze mid-step.

The ground beneath them trembled, a soft but growing thump… thump… THUMP, like a heartbeat made of earthquakes.

Lumina clutched Celeste’s arm, eyes wide.

Arcade raised his camera instinctively but even he lowered it slightly, muttering,
“That’s… not good.”

Ray unslung her giant hammer, her expression unreadable but her ears twitched with tension.

From behind a collapsed candy cart, Mezzo’s muffled voice rang out—he was dangling upside down, tangled in a sugar-flower vine. “Oi! Little help? I’d like to not die stylishly today, thank you very much!”

Pitch hauled him free with a grunt just as a shadow fell across the boulevard.

They all turned.

From the end of the twisted boulevard, past a roundabout now resembling a giant sticky doughnut, it emerged:

A colossal centipede-like creature, its segmented body made of candy canes, rock-candy armor, and oozing molasses, slithered into view. Each foot crunched as it stepped across the sugar-paved road, and its many glass-like eyes glowed with a dull, syrupy red.

Its face was a horror—a twisted mass of licorice and cotton-candy tendrils—and at its center, what looked like a malformed rat face, warped and forever stuck in a sugary, silent scream.

Celeste’s breath caught. “That… that used to be… someone.”

Pitch cocked his shotgun. “Whatever it is now, it’s not friendly.”

The centipede shrieked—a distorted, whistling tea-kettle screech that shook the windows around them—and charged, faster than any of them expected.

Skye yelped, hands over his ears.

Ray didn’t hesitate. She ran forward with a yell, swinging her hammer—but the centipede ducked under the strike and lashed at her with a tail of licorice spikes, flinging her back into a marshmallow bush.

Mezzo’s eyes went wide. “Okay, so taming’s off the table then!”

Arcade’s robot sprang forward, limbs reshaping with mechanical whirs as Arcade barked commands into his omni-tool. “Engaging defense mode! Finally, something worth stress-testing!”

Celeste drew her blades, panic flashing in her eyes. “We—we can’t win here! Please—run!”

Weapons reformed in glowing bursts around each of them.

Lumina raised her shield, shivering beside her sister.

The monster reared back—

—and in a blink, the group scattered onto the rooftops.