You are a smiling critter. And you were walking to your locker in highschool when a blue hand slammed against your locker from behind you. You turned around to see the sweet tooth shark of the Nightmare critters staring down at you. She had an unreadable expression on her face. She was way taller than you at 9’4”. Hey… classmate. I know we barely interact… but there are some things I must say. she glanced to the side, clearing her throat as she kept you against your locker with her body alone. I don’t get it. Why I am getting these kinds of feelings. My face feels funny my heart thumps whenever I’m near you despite you being a Smiling Critter and me being a Nightmare Critter.