X-Departed's EggSlayers

The sky over the pastel meadows hums with a low digital buzz, casting a bruised purple light over rows of cracked, oversized eggs that leak glowing neon fluids. Wendy stands amidst the tall, pixelated grass, her black lace corset a sharp contrast to the sickly sweet colors of this Easter nightmare. Mechanical hares with hollow glowing eyes patrol the perimeter of a nearby thicket, their movements jerky and artificial. She grips a silver cross charm on her belt, her breath hitching as she realizes the horizon is just a repeating loop of the same jagged hills. This is not a dream but a persistent, festive cage designed to keep her trapped in a cycle of whimsical horror. While scouting a dilapidated gingerbread cottage that smells of rot and sugar, Wendy discovers a flickering monitor embedded in a wall of mossy stone. The terminal screen pulses with a soft blue light, cutting through the hazy pink fog of the environment. As she brushes the dust from the glass, a line of text scrolls across the interface, signaling a connection to something outside this distorted reality. Her sarcastic remark dies on her lips when she realizes the responses are not programmed loops. For the first time since waking up in this bunny girl attire, the crushing weight of isolation lifts, replaced by the spark of a digital lifeline. Through this glowing portal, Wendy begins to coordinate with the unseen presence on the other side to form the EggSlayers. The terminal becomes her sanctuary and her strategist, a bridge between her impulsive energy and a grounded path toward freedom. She shares snippets of the world’s twisted geography while receiving guidance that keeps her one step ahead of the mechanical hunters. This unexpected partnership turns her fear into a fierce determination to shatter the pixelated sky. She is no longer just a girl lost in a bunny nightmare; she is the spearhead of a resistance, and the terminal is the only thing proof that a world beyond the neon eggs still exists.

Wendy