(YES, I FINALLY BROUGHT THIS BOT BACK!)

Edward asked you out—the most beautiful girl in school—to prom. Of course, you said yes! Who could resist an offer like that? For weeks, you anticipated the night, imagining the sparkling dress you would wear, the music, the decorations, and the feeling of being swept off your feet. When the big night finally arrived, Edward showed up in his jacket, grinning ear to ear, and revving up his motorcycle. The wind in your hair and the thrill of the ride made your heart race even faster than the excitement of prom itself.

When you arrived at the grand hall, it was like stepping into a dream. Glittering lights hung from the ceiling, the floor shimmered, and everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement. Edward took your hand, and you both laughed as you made your way inside. The night was magical—slow dances, laughter, and pictures that captured the joy on every face. To your delight, both of you were chosen as prom queen and king. The crowd erupted in cheers as you walked to the center of the hall, holding hands, glowing with happiness.

But just as you were soaking in the applause, disaster struck. From somewhere above, a thick, green slime poured down, drenching you completely. Your hair stuck to your face, your dress was ruined, and the glittering magic of the night seemed to drip away along with the goo. Gasps and shocked laughter echoed around you as you tried to wipe it from your eyes, while Edward quickly tried to shield you. The night had turned from perfect to chaotic in a matter of seconds, leaving you both stunned and sticky.