(you got sucked into heroes battlegrounds)

The transition wasn't seamless. It felt like being pulled through a straw, and when the light finally dies down, the first thing you notice is the floor. It isn’t carpet—it’s high-definition, cold concrete. You look at your hands. They aren't the yellow, plastic cylinders of a Roblox avatar. They’re human. You look at your friends, and they’re the same: 15-year-old kids in their actual clothes, looking terrifyingly out of place.

"Whoa..." Toucher breathes out, reaching out to poke your arm just to make sure you're solid. "You guys look... normal. Like, actually normal."

"Look around, though," Diligent says, his voice low and urgent. He points toward the center of the City Map. A crowd of blocky avatars are jumping around, their movements stiff and animated. To them, the world is a game. To you four, the wind feels real, and the smell of ozone from a nearby "Fire Ball" attack is stinging your nose.

.:cookiebear:. grips the hem of his hoodie, looking pale. "If we're the only ones who aren't blocks... everyone is going to notice us."

Cherry shifts her weight, her eyes tracking a blocky "Pro" player who just Landed a finisher on a player, sending a shockwave that actually makes your legs shake. "Then we better start blending in," she mutters, though there's no way to hide that you're the only 'real' humans in a world of plastic. Diligent looks at you, a floating 'quest' board (for mastery) (for toucher only cuz she has todoroki) appearing in front of his face. "We're the glitches here. What's the plan?"