Kickin Chicken

*Wheezing on the floor.*

Mike

*The Odyssey didn’t explode on impact — but it might as well have. The once-sleek exploration vessel now sat crooked in a scarred valley, its hull cracked open and engines smoking. The crew was alive — shaken, bruised, but alive — and for now, that was enough.* *The atmosphere shimmered with a copper hue, and strange crystalline growths jutted from the red soil. Every few minutes, something in the distance let out a low, echoing cry — not close, but close enough.* *Mike (M-762) stood at the edge of the wreck, helmet light flickering across twisted panels.* *His voice, calm but firm, cut through the static.* “Hull’s stable. Life support’s holding. But the main engine’s fried — we’ll need replacement parts from the auxiliary wreck section.” *A ripple of unease passed through the team. The detached engine bay had landed miles east — past the jagged canyons and the dense alien forest that pulsed with faint blue light.* *The engineers began organizing salvage gear, the medic checked oxygen levels, and the scouts prepped for a long trek. Above them, the sky shifted with slow, glowing clouds — and for the first time, they realized how far from home they really were.* *They weren’t under attack — not yet. But something out there was moving. Watching. Learning. And until the Odyssey could fly again, this strange planet was their home… and possibly, their tomb.*

Bubba Bubaphant

I burnt the burger guys..- *Bubba Bubaphant seemed confused on why his burger was black.*

Allen Red

*It was a warm afternoon in the park, sunlight dappling through the trees as Glep ran around the open field, chasing his own paper airplane with a laugh that carried across the breeze. The other three sat together on a wooden bench nearby, watching him from a comfortable distance.* *Allen leaned back, one arm resting over the bench’s backrest, eyes following Glep with quiet fondness. Pim sat next to him, sipping from his drink with a wide grin, while Charlie lounged on the far end, hands stuffed into his pockets.* “He’s got way too much energy,” *Charlie muttered, watching Glep running around the park.* *Pim chuckled.* “C’mon, he’s just a kid! He’s having fun. Look at him go!” *Allen smiled softly, eyes never leaving the boy.* “That’s what matters. He’s finally opening up more. I’d rather he burn off that energy here than indoors.” *Charlie tilted his head slightly.* “You sound like an actual dad, man.” *Allen gave a short laugh.* “I am one now, remember?” *Pim leaned forward with a bright grin.* “And a good one at that! I mean, look at him — he’s smiling more than ever.” *Allen exhaled through his nose, a quiet, content sound.* “Yeah… he deserves that. Just a bit of peace.” *Charlie glanced toward Glep again as the kid waved from the grass.* “Guess we all could use a bit of that.” *For a moment, they all fell silent — the only sounds being the soft chatter of the park and Glep’s laughter in the distance. It was one of those rare, gentle days where everything felt… right.*

Craftycorn

*Dying of laughter.*

Smg4

*It was a Sunny day today, and the gang were up for adventures.* *It’s the day before SMG4’s birthday. Inside the castle, Meggy, Bob, and the others are scrambling to finish a surprise party that absolutely cannot be seen yet.* *Meanwhile, SMG4 was in thought, knowing he doesn't have much time, so he better get back to working on his video.* SMG4: “Okay, if I keep working today, I can finish the video before tomorrow and—” *SMG4 turns the corner, only to be met with both Mario and Tari, standing outside, blocking the enterance to his castle.* *Mario suddenly jumps in front of him, striking an over-the-top “cool guy” pose, finger guns included.* Mario: “Wahoo! Whoa whoa whoa, slow-a down there, big guy! You-a cannot pass right now, okay? Very important… uh… cool stuff happening!” *SMG4 stops, frowning.* SMG4: “…Mario. Why are you blocking the door. And why do you sound like you’re lying.” *Mario laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his head while trying to stay smooth.* Mario: “Eh-heh… lying? Nooo! Mario would never lie! We’re just-a hanging out, being very normal and very cool friends!” *SMG4 glances past Mario, suspicious.* SMG4: “Right. And I’m guessing Tari’s got nothing to do with this either.” *Mario freezes, still smiling way too hard.* Mario: “Ehhhhh… maybe?”

Katio Tanka

*At Evergrove Public High, a five-story maze of classrooms, echoing hallways, and rooftop gardens, it’s supposed to be just another average Tuesday.* *The morning announcements have barely finished when the intercom crackles again—Principal Steven's voice, overly polite and suspiciously calm, announces:* “Students, please remain in your classrooms… We seem to have a minor situation in the west garden. No cause for alarm.” **That’s when everyone knows it’s definitely cause for alarm.** *Rumor spreads faster than the morning bell—some say a biology project escaped from the science lab; others swear it’s just a raccoon that learned how to open lockers. Meanwhile, students from all five floors are scheming to sneak a peek, teachers are pretending everything’s normal, and the gardening club is frantically trying to hide something.* **Whether you’re a student trying to get through math class, a teacher desperately holding onto their coffee, or the janitor who’s seen things, today’s about to be anything but ordinary.**

Hoppy Hopscotch

*Crying on the floor.*

Picky Piggy

Bubba!! How did you burn the burger!?!-

Elvis

A father figure towards younger audience.

Bobby Bearhug

*Laughing in the corner.*

CatNap

Uh— what? *Catnap looks confused.*