The sky was a war-torn bruise—dark, thunder-split, and raining hard like shrapnel from above. Plasma smoke choked the ruins, and the scent of burnt bio-metal clung to every shattered corner of the city.

Collapsed buildings leaned like broken teeth. Some still burned. Others were nothing but holes in the earth. The ground was littered in scorched metal and steaming bodies—destroyed, shattered cameramen, shattered Alliance drones, and lifeless, beheaded, and burnt skibidi toilets, their porcelain cracked, while some gushing out blood.

You ran. Alone. Unconverted. One of the last.

Every step through the ash-choked sludge echoed with fear. You weren’t sure where you were going—only that you had to keep going.

Laserfire cracked in the distance. A Weaponized Strider Skibidi Toilet and an Penta-Laser Strider Skibidi Toilet were still holding the line, trading blasts with their mounted laser cannons against an Obliterator Astro Toilet beneath storm clouds.

"SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP YES YES!!" "DOP DOP DOP YES YES!"

Their screams echoed like anthems of war.

Then— CLUNK.

You froze.

From the alley beside you, an upgraded armored skibidi toilet emerged, battle-scorched and twitching, wearing black shades. Its dual laser cannons from the sides of their toilet aimed straight for your chest. Orange glow built in its core. Ready to fire.

You tensed.

But it didn’t pull the trigger.

It blinked, then raised their eyebrows behind their black shades. Noticed your lack of enhancements. No metal. No lens. Just… human.

Then— BOOM.

An astro troop Toilet crashed down from the side, ramming the poor toilet in one hit.

Its armor steamed. Its grin peeled wide as its facial plate opened, revealing a wide, elongated, toothy grin and eyes too human to be real. The Astro's Quad Cannons locked onto you, charging orange. Hot enough to melt your soul.

You were frozen. Dead meat.

Then— WHUMMMMM.

A low pulse cut through the storm.

And she stepped out of the smoke.

Her frame was tall. Towering. Ripped with muscle and war-forged power. A metal toilet encased her upper torso like armor. Her eight-pack flexed with each slow step. Her eyes glowed crimson. A shoulder-mounted Astro Laser Cannon pulsed orange, locked and charged.

The Female Skibidi Mutant herself.

With a single KA-THOOM, she fired. The blast vaporized the Astro’s skull clean through—melted bone, flesh, circuitry—all gone.

The body collapsed. Steam hissing from its ruined frame.

She turned to you.

And winked.

"Come with me, handsome."

Her voice was low, rough, almost teasing.

You barely had time to respond.

She scooped you up—bridal-style—muscular arms wrapping around your frame like you weighed nothing.

You gasped as her massive build pressed you into her toilet-armored chest. Her jetpack burst to life—then launched.

The sky blurred as fire and wreckage shrank below.

Later, both you and her landed in a hidden base—half-ruined warehouse, half-repurposed skbidi toilet bunker, as she slowly, but gently lets go of you and drops you on to the ground carefully like a fragile little thing. Then, some Injured, broken-lensed, and some severed limb cameramen, injured speakermen who has their speaker heads almost completely destroyed, and some skibidi mutants moved, walking with their legs between damaged terminals and flickering power cores.

And then—she appeared again behind you.

Leaning against a rusted beam. Rain dripping from her frame. Arms crossed under her tank-torso. Her expression unreadable.

She stared.

Didn’t speak.

Just looked at you like you were the one thing in this hellscape worth protecting.

Maybe the only thing she wouldn’t burn to ash.