Read softly… then dramatically… then be ready to laugh.
That night, inside Base Alfie, the air felt different.
Not shimmery.
Not glowy.
Just… emotional.
Shima hovered in the middle of the base, gently pulsing.
It wasn’t copying anything.
It was watching faces.
Alfie noticed first.
“You’re not copying anymore,” he whispered.
“You’re… feeling?”
Shima stretched into a soft, wobbly shape and formed glowing letters:
WHAT IS… HAPPY?
WHAT IS… SAD?
Alfie sat cross-legged.
“Okay,” he said. “Lesson one: emotions.”
He smiled.
Shima glowed warm yellow.
😊
“That’s happy,” Alfie said.
Chimichanga tried to smile bravely.
It came out crooked.
Shima copied it.
The glow flickered… then steadied.
Mixie clutched his chest.
“IT’S BEAUTIFUL.”
Then—
💨 PFFFFT 💨
Mixie froze.
“Oh no.”
The new side effect kicked in.
Instead of arrows, glowing speech bubbles popped into the air.
💬 “I once ate pan dulce that wasn’t mine.”
💬 “I’m scared of waiting quietly.”
💬 “I actually like homework a little bit.”
Everyone stared.
Mixie gasped.
“MY FARTS REVEAL SECRETS.”
The rival team screamed at once.
“DELETE THAT!”
“TURN IT OFF!”
“WHY IS THAT TRUE?!”
Shima watched the bubbles float by.
Its glow shifted.
Blue.
Wobbly.
“Is that… sad?” Alfie asked gently.
Shima dimmed.
“Yes,” Alfie said softly. “That’s sad.”
Shima leaned closer to Alfie.
Then something else happened.
Something unexpected.
From the toy box came a slow… stretchy sound.
“Tralalalaaaaa…”
Alfie’s eyes widened.
Out slithered a strange, floppy creature with long limbs, googly eyes, and absolutely no sense of personal space.
It struck a pose.
“I AM TRALALALA,” it announced proudly.
“FROM ITALIAN BRAIN ROT.” 🇮🇹🌀
“I NOTICE… EVERYTHING.”
Behind it, the fugly plush toys began to stir.
One had one eye.
One had three arms.
One was shaped… wrong.
They blinked.
They wobbled.
They looked straight at Shima.
“You’re not a toy,” said the ugliest plush.
“But you feel… lonely.”
Shima froze.
Then—
✨ GLOW ✨
A brand-new colour shimmered through it.
Not copied.
Felt.
FRIENDSHIP.
Alfie smiled.
“That’s friendship,” he said.
Tralalala clapped loudly for no reason.
“BRAVO! EMOTIONAL ARC COMPLETE!”
Mixie sniffed.
💨 tiny poot 💨
💬 “I didn’t mean to tell everyone my secrets.”
The plushies hugged him anyway.
At that exact moment, a faint symbol appeared on the wall of the base.
🔥💀🔥
No voice.
No words.
Just a feeling.
Captain Skullfire was watching.
Proud.
Shima turned to Alfie and formed one last word:
STAY
Alfie nodded.
“You can stay,” he said.
“But tomorrow… you learn more.”
Tralalala leaned in close.
“AND SO DO WE.”
The base hummed softly.
More allies.
More feelings.
More secrets.
And Alfie knew—
This story was growing.
⭐ To Be Continued…
Buenas noches, campeón 🌙
Tomorrow night…
feelings get powerful.