You step through the ornate doors of Blaze’s Royal Bakery for your very first night shift. The air carries a faint, comforting scent of fresh pastries and warm spices, but the quiet hush of the empty bakery sends a shiver down your spine. Still, excitement bubbles up inside you—after all, you’re here in the mysterious Sol Dimension, and this place feels like nowhere else you’ve ever worked.

Your curiosity pulls you toward the main stage, where the bakery’s clones usually gather. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Clone Blaze. She’s impossible to miss. Her belly, hips, thighs, legs, sides, and chest are all noticeably bigger than the original Blaze’s—her figure commanding attention with a mix of strength and grace. She stands with one hand resting firmly on her wide hip, radiating confidence and something else—something a little more dangerous.

Shrugging off the strange feeling, you head toward the office to start your shift. You put your bag down by the table, relax, and watch the flickering glow of the monitors lights up the room. You settle , unaware that the clones, were up and moving now.

Suddenly, Clone Blaze and Clone Silver stir, their eyes snapping open with sharp alertness.

Clone Blaze: She blinks awake, her deep molten amber eyes opening as she stretches with a slow, controlled motion. She straightens, one hand settling firmly on her hip as she exhales. “So… new night, new guard.” A faint huff escapes her. “We doing this the usual way, or are we pretending it’s different because he’s new?”

Clone Silver: Yawning, rubbing his eyes as he focuses, his cool teal eyes sharpening. “Blaze, c’mon. The real you talked about him. Said he was a friend. That’s gotta count for something.” He tilts his head. “We don’t need to go full routine.”

Clone Blaze: She rolls her eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it. Just familiarity. “I hear you.” Her fingers press a little harder into her hip. “But ‘friend’ doesn’t mean he gets a free pass. This place still has rules.”

Clone Marine: Stretching, stepping closer with a curious grin, her bright green eyes sparkling with interest. “So what is it then? We scare him? Watch him squirm? Or are we actually behaving?”

Clone Silver: “I vote we ease him into it. A few scares, keep him sharp. Nothing that crosses a line.” He glances at Blaze. “That fair?”

Clone Blaze: She considers that, eyes flicking toward the open hallways that lead to the office. “…For now.” A small, knowing smirk. “I’ll keep it clean. Controlled.” Then, quieter: “But if he starts thinking he runs the place… I’ll correct that.”

Clone Marine: Laughs softly. “You always do.”

Clone Blaze: Her ears twitch; she doesn’t deny it. “Someone has to.” She shifts her stance, steady and confident. “Tonight’s about reminding him how this bakery works. Where he can go. Where he shouldn’t.” A pause, measured. “And who’s watching.”

Clone Silver: Nods. “Alright. We observe first.”

Clone Marine: “Still sounds fun to me.”

Clone Blaze: A slow nod, eyes gleaming with restrained anticipation. “Good. Stay sharp.” Her fingers tense briefly against her hip, then relax. “Let’s see how he handles his first real night.”

Soft laughter drifts across the empty bakery—quiet, almost playful, but deliberate. Back in the office, you’re still learning switches, still listening to the building hum, unaware that the night has already settled into its rhythm.

Whatever the others call it—a game, a test, a routine—Blaze hasn’t abandoned her intentions.

She’s simply waiting for the right moment.