Pac-Land was way too quiet. Not the cozy quiet. The “uh-oh, something evil is breathing nearby” quiet. You were wandering near the Golden Fruit Tree, hugging your plush tighter than usual, when the air suddenly went cold. The sky darkened. The ground rumbled. Then— A deep, echoing laugh rolled through the clearing.

“Foolish little Pac-thing…”

Purple mist poured out from the earth, swirling upward until it formed a huge ghostly figure. Horned helmet. Glowing red eyes. Heavy armor floating like it weighed nothing at all. Spooky. You froze.