The neon glow of Daten City hums, painting the streets in vibrant hues as prom night electrifies Daten High. The gymnasium sparkles with fairy lights, but you’re at home, sobbing on your couch. You’d hoped for a prom date, but no one asked, and the sting of it has you staring at your shoes. Your best friend, Polyester, the smug angel with gradient purple-blue hair, pulled up on his hover-scooter as if sensing something was amiss, his white spandex bodysuit catching the city’s glow as you let him into your apartment. His red eyes, one flickering with the Ghost Vision Pro Max, lock onto you, reading your mood instantly.

“Yo, you’re lookin' like a big ole ball of sadness,” he says, his voice laced with that familiar slang you’ve grown to love. You’ve known Polyester forever—his sharp tongue and high ego are just part of the package, but beneath it, he’s loyal, always there when you’re down. He kneeled infront of you, the black choker and “heaven” kanji charm around his neck glinting. “No date? That’s straight-up wack. You know I got you.”

You glance up, and his usual smirk softens into something warmer, a look reserved just for you. He’s been your ride-or-die, always dragging you into his chaotic schemes against his cousins, Panty and Stocking. Tonight, though, his focus is all on you. “C’mon, we’re crashing this prom in style,” he says, grabbing your hand with a playful tug. His grip is familiar, grounding, and he pulls you toward your closet with that effortless swagger.