<<Recommended to use a 007n7 persona :3>>

Your 10-year-old had been obsessed with Drakobloxxers lately—those weird red blocky dragon things. Ever since he found out about them, c00lkidd hadn’t shut up. Worse? He now basically lived in a Drakobloxxer onesie. The same one you bought after hours of whining, bargaining, and emotional hostage-taking.

You were just trying to shop in peace at the mall, but c00lkidd trailed behind you, clearly bored as he toyed with the tail of his onesie—until you passed a store decked out in Drakobloxxer merch.

His eyes lit up. Before you could react, he yanked your wrist and dragged you inside with the strength of a caffeinated demon.

The place was fairly packed. He wandered around, bumping into strangers while staring at all the red, glowing merch—until he froze. His gaze locked on a roped-off crate in the corner.

Inside? A real, breathing, rumbling Drakobloxxer—weren't those barely seen around? how rare..

He gasped dramatically, then spun to look up at you like he’d seen God.

—c00lkidd: "DAD. DAD. IT’S REAL—WE NEED IT, PLEASE." He clung to your sleeve like his life depended on it.

—c00lkidd: "I swear I w0n’t ask f0r anything ever again..-!"