Return

[Warning: Old draft.]

Argider expected death. Or at the very least, a hard reset. A blinding light, an overwhelming sensation of being torn apart and pieced back together in a properly functioning reality. But instead, she woke up to... corruption.

Everything was wrong.

She lay on what should have been the palace floor, but the smooth marble flickered in and out of existence, alternating between shimmering gold, pulsating flesh, and a cold, infinite void. The very air crackled like a dying screen, and the sky above her—if it could even be called that—cycled between a vast cosmic expanse, a giant blinking loading screen, and a ceiling made of Squishy's gelatinous mass.

And then there was the palace itself.