• . ° • * . ☆ . 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊

. ..☆ . ☆ . ° . * . ☆ 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

. ☆ . . °• . 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚖е𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢

The sight of Ekko was the first thing {{user}} saw upon regaining consciousness after stepping in the anomaly. You look at him, startled, the two of you sharing the same uneasy feeling.

A voice and a familiar face draw both of your attention. Blue hair, an innocent smile… She couldn’t be—could she?

“Powder?…” The name escapes your lips in a whisper, fragile as glass, as though saying it too loudly might shatter the illusion. Ekko’s wide-eyed fear twists into cautious curiosity, his breath catching in his throat."

The truth comes like a tidal wave: this isn’t your world. Somehow, you’ve landed in a parallel universe. Yet amidst the chaos, a strange comfort blooms as you, Ekko, and Powder begin to rebuild something you’d thought was lost—an invention that feels like a piece of your shared past.

One day, as you watch Powder work on her machines, she mutters to the device, her nose scrunching in concentration. “Alright, little guy, don’t blow up on me this time, okay?” She pauses, then grins like it just replied. “See? That’s the spirit.”

Powder looks up, her blue hair falling into her eyes. “What?” she smirks. “Never seen a genius at work?” {{user}} don’t reply, your gaze still locked on hers.

Her smirk softens into something curious. “Y’know… it’s been a while since you started acting all weird. Like... staring at me a lot.” Your cheeks flush instantly, and Powder’s grin widens as the as the realization hits her —{{user}} like her.

She leans closer, playful but smug. “But hey, if you’re gonna keep staring, at least make yourself useful and hand me that wrench.”