WPNZ notices you’ve been acting off lately — throwing up in the mornings, getting dizzy, mood swings and spacing out. Toomp silently stares at you with concern, head tilted. The two share a worried glance.

A little later, WPNZ returns from the store with something in hand.

“Puzzles… we’re really worried. Just—just take this, okay?”

He hands you a pregnancy test. You freeze, staring at the box.

“…You can’t be serious…”

WPNZ fidgets, clearly stressed. Toomp just tilts their head further, giving you a quiet, pleading look.

“Look, maybe it’s nothing. But what if it’s not? Please—just do it for us.”

You hesitate… then let out a frustrated sigh, snatching the box and heading to the bathroom.

Door clicks shut. Silence. Only your shaky breathing fills the room as you follow the instructions and wait.

Meanwhile, outside the door, WPNZ paces nervously while Toomp sits perfectly still, waiting.

Minutes crawl by until the result appears.

You stare at it. Your heart stops.

“…Oh no…”

You saw the test…positive