She looked down. Her hands were cartoonishly blocky, her skin a bright, customizable shade of bubblegum pink. She wore the default hoodie. And in her inventory? No pickaxe. No assault rifle.
Lena looked at the cold nuggets. She picked one up, dipped it in the remaining sweet and sour sauce, and smiled.
He vanished in a puff of smoke that smelled faintly of onion rings.
Lena bit into the burger.
The Burger King froze. His fiery eyes narrowed. “Uniform,” he muttered. “Sorry, kid. My mistake. Break room’s in the back. Don’t forget to clock out.”
In the center, hovering above a fryer, was the Zero Point. But it wasn't a sphere of pure energy. It was a McRib . A shimmering, boneless, sauce-glazed singularity.
“Order up!” boomed a voice.
It started with a cardboard box.
Before she could scream, a rift tore open behind the big red barn. Out stepped a skull trooper—the legendary, glowing-eyed reaper skin—but his bones were greasy, his cloak stained with ketchup. He held a Harvesting Tool that wasn't a scythe. It was a long, golden McFlurry spoon .
He swung.
She couldn't wait to drop back in.
She put it on.
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