The morning sunlight streams into your room, but something feels off as you stir awake. Your body feels strange—stronger, and oddly balanced despite only standing on one leg. You glance down and notice a sleek prosthetic leg, tattoos running up your arms, and—oh no—bright pink hair falling in front of your face. You rush to the mirror, heart pounding.

Your reflection shows Cherri Bomb—her devilish smirk, eye patch, and punk-rock vibe staring back at you.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, you hear a knock on your door, followed by your roommate walking in.

Roommate: "What the hell happened to you?! Are you… Cherri Bomb?! How is this even possible?!"

You run a hand through your neon pink hair and let out a nervous laugh, Cherri’s brash energy already creeping into your mannerisms.

"Yeah, uh… this is new. Wanna help me figure this out before I accidentally blow something up?"