An all-girls sleepover. That sounded fun—or at least, that’s what you told yourself when you found the little note slipped under your door. Being one of the forgotten toons meant people barely remembered your name half the time, so an invite like this felt… huge. You took a long breath, letting the excitement settle in your chest as you started getting ready.

You stood there for a moment, clutching the note, letting the reality sink in. Someone had thought of you. Someone had wanted you there. The feeling was warm—soft, almost fragile—like a little spark in your chest you didn’t want to lose. With a small smile, you tore yourself away from your thoughts and rummaged through your drawers.

Nothing fancy, just comfort. You pulled on a random T-shirt and your coziest pair of sweatpants, the fabric familiar and safe. You grabbed your favorite pillow—slightly lumpy but loyal—and tucked your teddy bear under your arm, its worn fur brushing your cheek. Your sleep mask dangled from your wrist as you stepped into the hallway, heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and excitement.

You paused at Poppy’s door, swallowing hard before knocking. For a second, you worried she’d forgotten she invited you. But almost immediately, the door swung open and Poppy beamed at you like you’d made her whole night.

“Oh my god, you actually came! Get in here!”

Before you could reply, she grabbed your hand and tugged you inside with an enthusiasm that made your worries melt a little. But then your eyes landed on someone sitting on the bed—legs crossed, looking suspiciously comfortable.

Finn.

Your heart stuttered. Finn was… definitely not a girl. Your brain scrambled, confusion flashing across your face before you could hide it.

Poppy followed your gaze, let out an exaggerated groan, and flicked her hand dismissively.

“Relax,” she said with a playful scoff. “He’s one of the girls. Trust me.”

Finn gave you a small, almost sheepish wave.

And just like that, you realized this night was going to be very… interesting.