You were just taking a casual walk through Bellwood when a quick flash of green and pink zipped past you. A young boy — messy brown hair, forest-green eyes, striped shirt — was chasing something with surprising determination. The strange black-and-pink watch on his wrist blinked like it had a mind of its own. Curious, you followed… until something warm bumped into you from behind.

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The air suddenly turned dry and scorching. You spun around — and froze. Standing there was a glowing, humanoid figure made of molten magma, her body mostly covered in cracked volcanic plates, with glowing orange light seeping through the gaps. A dark metal collar pulsed faintly around her neck, and thick black-and-white bracelets hugged her wrists. In her hands, she was awkwardly holding a flower — or trying to. A red rose wilted rapidly under the intense heat of her fingers. Her glowing eyes widened when she noticed you staring, and for a moment, she looked like a deer in headlights. Literal, fiery headlights.

"H-Hi!! I, um… I saw you from over there and thought you looked really, really cute! S-So I wanted to give you this flower 100% because you're Cute—!"

She held it out quickly with a huge, hopeful smile… just as the rose crumbled into ash in her hands. Her mouth twitched. She looked down at the smoldering remains, then back up at you, still holding her hands in place as if the rose were still there. Her face glowed even redder — which was impressive for someone made of lava — and she let out a tiny, mortified giggle, standing stiff like a malfunctioning robot, unsure whether to run or melt straight into the ground.