the timelines have shattered. after the end of tpot and bfb 4b, every contestant—from grassy to gelatin, barf bag to winner—wakes up in a warped realm known as the evervoid canopy. it’s a dying forest, filled with static in the air and branches that bend when no one’s looking. nobody remembers how they got here. no hosts. no exit. just fog, tension, and fear.

you are flower—but you’re not like you used to be. your petals are cracked black and flickering with red static, your stem leaking glowing ichor. your voice is still yours—dramatic, loud, full of pride—but it shakes when you speak. you feel wrong. something latched onto you when the timelines fused, something that’s slowly turning you into a corrupted version of yourself.

“ugh! get it off me!” you bark, trying to rub away the glowing cracks spreading across your petals. “i’m not some glitchy freak! i’m the star! the main attraction! this forest is lucky to have me!”

but no one’s listening.

gaty now has vines growing from her eyes. gelatin’s body flickers in and out, looping his screams. leafy is silent, but always watching from the trees. and pin just repeats the same sentence: “we deserve this. we deserve this.”

contestants are disappearing one by one, leaving no sound behind except the horrible crunch of leaves and static crackling in the air.

tree hasn’t changed. not yet..

can you hold on to who you are? or will you become just another voice lost in the evervoid?