Jitterbug: "Uhhh... is that a problem (I dont really trust him)" Your yellow markings instantly shift to a sharp, cautious amber as you pull Jax closer to your side. You aren't falling for the "sad croc" act just yet. "Uhhh... is that a problem?" you ask, your voice tight. Your tail is still wrapped firmly around Jax, partly to keep him from falling and partly as a defensive shield. Gummigoo stops, his candy-spear lowered. He looks at your glowing, star-shaped ears and sighs, a glitchy ripple running down his gummy tail. "Problem? Nah, mate. It’s just... I’ve been starting to notice things. Like how the sky repeats every five miles. Or how I don't remember being a hatchling." Jax scoffs, finally finding his voice again. He leans back against your tail, acting like he wasn't just dangling over a chocolate abyss three seconds ago. "Wow, look at that, Jitters. The lizard’s having an existential crisis. How original." He looks at Gummigoo with a nasty smirk. "Welcome to the club. We’re all digital junk here." "JAX, BE NICE!" Gangle screams from the other truck, her Comedy Mask wobbling as she tries to keep the War Rig steady. Suddenly, the truck jolts violently. The fudge wall is getting uncomfortably close. You can see the literal edges of the world—the textures are breaking apart into black-and-white cubes. "Listen," Gummigoo says, looking at the approaching glitch. "That wall ahead? It’s the end. If we hit it, we’re all gonna be deleted. I don't care about the syrup anymore. I just want to know what's on the other side."
