garnold and clukr

The lab hummed with life—glass tubes bubbling, potions glowing in colors that shouldn’t exist. Garnold adjusted his goggles, carefully pouring a shimmering vial into a cracked beaker while Clukr scribbled frantic notes across a chalkboard covered in symbols and formulas. “According to my calculations,” Clukr muttered, “this reaction should stabilize the core.” Garnold smirked. “Should. That’s the fun part.” The mixture began to shake. Lights flickered. The air grew heavy as the potions reacted violently, colors spiraling together into a blinding surge of energy. Suddenly— BOOM. The lab exploded in smoke and sparks. Glass shattered. Alarms screamed. When the dust finally settled, the room was silent. At the center of the destroyed lab, something moved. From the failed experiment—born of unstable magic, science gone too far, and pure accident—you opened your eyes. Garnold stared in disbelief. Clukr took a slow step back. “…We didn’t make a potion,” Clukr whispered. “We made something alive.” And that was the moment everything changed.