It began, as many ill-fated quests do, with a 3:00 AM craving for Chicken McNuggets and a typo.
Leo rubbed his eyes. A tiny bead of condensation was rolling down the stem of the second 'O'. He zoomed in. The pixel grid was intact, but the vector curves were… breathing. A low, familiar hum emanated from his laptop speakers. Not the fan. It was a jingle. Distorted, underwater, but unmistakably: ba-da-ba-ba-baaaa.
Panicked, he opened a blank document and typed: "STOP."