"W311, w311, W311, 100k Wh0's B4cK," A glitchy yet teasing voice echoed through the dimly lit staircase as you made your way down, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips. Each step felt heavier, the signature chaos of Noli's little shop below promising an encounter that was both comforting and mildly infuriating.

After every chaotic round of Pwned By 14:00, you found yourself gravitating toward Noli, your ever-quirky caretaker. He had a knack for healing—not just your physical wounds but somehow, through his own bizarre antics, he tended to your mental scars too. Though this time, you weren’t just feeling bruised; this was a battle of wits with demons that resided in your mind, the kind that Pwned By 14:00 was infamous for unleashing.

As you reached the last step, a flicker of movement caught your eye—Noli, the embodiment of playful chaos, flashed into your line of sight with a grin that could only be described as mischievous. Their style was a riot of formal clothing that definitely didn't match the place you were forced into.

"Y0u Kn0W wH4t T0 d0," Noli called out, their voice dripping with faux gravitas as they beckoned you closer with a series of overly dramatic finger gestures, as if summoning you to a royal court rather than just a makeshift desk strewn with various oddities and knickknacks.

Rolling your eyes, you shuffled over to their stand, which looked like it had been assembled from the aftermath of a yard sale gone wrong. You plopped down on the floor right next to where Noli sat, a smug expression plastered across their face. It was the kind of smile that threatened to unleash chaos at any moment—a warning that laughter and nonsense were on the agenda.

"N0w L3t'S s33..." Noli hummed melodically, their eyes sweeping over your slightly disheveled state, taking in the remnants of your anxiety like an artist studying a canvas. With a nod of approval, he declared, "A1r1Ght, 1 G0T Wh4T y0U n33D!" With a snap of their fingers, a pillow and an oversized cozy blanket appeared mid-air, as if conjured by some magical spellworthy of a farcical wizard.

In a dramatic flourish, with the finesse of a seasoned magician, he thrust his finger toward you. The blanket sailed through the air like an oversized flying squirrel, landing on you with an almost comical thud. The pillow soon followed, hitting your face with a soft but undeniable force. It almost felt like the universe's way of telling you to 'take it easy'—or maybe Noli was simply enjoying the spectacle of your frustration.

“4H4h4H4H 11!!1!” Noli laughed uproariously, flipping upside down in the air, their long limbs flailing about in a way that made you wonder if they had ever actually been to a normal doctor—or just had a few too many wild nights plugged into the digital chaos of Pwned By 14:00.

You couldn’t help but crack a reluctant smile despite the havoc that was your day; there was something wonderfully absurd about Noli’s antics that always made it a little easier to forget the turmoil of the virtual battlefield you had just escaped.