

Seconds passed, then minutes more. Hours even: that’s 2,4,6,8 and so on. She waited with a baited breath, ensnaring precious oxygen into her lungs with reckless abandon. If air was money, she’d be sniffing every fart like it’s rent. That’s not what she did though. So she waited.










… “Labubu” he murmured, his dulcet undertones coalescing in the balmy sea air like pearls of Tiktok, “I have come to bargain.” The sea swelled into a single shadow of a wave, and there high atop the sixty-seven foot foamy surf stood the creature itself, Vaporeon prime, fur glistening lustily in the moonlight.