A Fever You Can’t Glitch Out
It was supposed to be a simple software update, but Byte’s curiosity got the best of her. After downloading a sketchy "retro-vibes patch," she plugged the flash drive directly into Nova.exe's stream rig. A blinding flash of vintage burlesque lighting swept the room, and suddenly, Mara, Nova, Byte, Eleanor, and Daisy tumbled headfirst into a distorted, Victorian cabaret nightmare—straight inside the world of Panic! At The Disco’s A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
When the smoke cleared, the five of them were draped in dramatic velvet corsets, top hats, and lace-trimmed skirts, standing on an ornate theatrical stage surrounded by vaudeville props and striped wallpaper.
"Byte! What did you do to our system setup?!" Nova yelled, waving her feathered fan in complete disbelief as circus accordion music echoed mysteriously from the rafters.
"I just wanted to make our stream aesthetic a little more 2005!" Byte wheezed, her green ears twitching underneath a tiny velvet top hat as she dodged an oversized burlesque cane.
Eleanor adjusted her intricate lace gloves with a smirk, taking in the grand, theatrical decor. "Honestly? If we're trapped in an emo concept album, at least the wardrobe department delivered."
Daisy shook her head, laughing as she dodged a flying velvet top hat. "Just make sure nobody writes sins, not tragedies, or we're never getting out of here."
Mara casually adjusted her cabaret hat, taking a sip from a prop wine glass. "Well, if we're stuck in the roaring twenties of 2000s panic, we might as well close the goddamn door."
((Stole this idea from Peaceful Ana: https://komiko.app/series/527c1819-208a-4974-b477-7c3661120541 ))
SoftBellyPig: https://komiko.app/user/cayhm7a4gkv1f2a0
Eleanor: https://komiko.app/user/q4ck7233m9z4mx1y