Post Pairing-Spell/34

“WHO ARE YOU?” Came a sudden imitation—the voices bloomed, washing over the mushrooms in ripples of colour. They shifted from blue to red, green to orange; from slender to fat, from tall to short, and from short to even shorter.

Everyone stirred, as though waking from a pairing-spell—though when the next one would arrive, nobody knew.

The flying cameras blinked alive and pressed Alert Mode.

It wasn’t an angry sound, nor even a proper question, but a joke of the day—as absurd as [Error-50: ahh-cho0O…Computer?]. 

The flying cameras sneezed and wobbled, and the Garden was infected. The scene—fluid, sticky, oozing, clinging—[QUARANTINED].

Perfectly safe. Perfectly mushroomy.

It worked out as planned, gloriously grand.

They began to laugh at that question, anticipating a job interview-style drama to be played again— so parodically, that several shook loose a few dreamlike spores, straying like some odd confused ✨emoji ✨.

The mushrooms laughed again and again—from solo to chorus, from timid hiccup to full forest cheer, as if all of Mushroomland were about to start a party.

Alice found her head involuntarily nodding along with the rhythm—each dip and lift like pressing Enter again and again and again until the key nearly stuck.

“It’s rather nice,” she said at last, “to be applauded by mushrooms.” Even her landing here felt like the result of a careless misplacement.

As the final Enter was executed, a new paragraph emerged:

403 Forbidden: Enter key stuck. Party terminated. 

Alice Nodded,

Joining A Party.

Coming up next--

Hookah-Tainted Question 

Daemon Party,

Hilarious, Choking

A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.