Volkner Interstellar Museum…
Marmot Man's nose twitched.
It was an itch. A deep, annoying itch.
He grumbled, scrunching up his pudgy face as his fingers reached to scratch, but something didn't feel right. A weird tingling crept up his spine.
His beady little eyes darted around as he scanned the chaotic battlefield. The museum was in shambles—pillars cracked, debris everywhere, and Shadow was still trading blows (and insults) with Mr. Invincible. But something else… something strange caught his attention.
He turned.
Judy stood in front of the display case, where the alien cube was securely locked behind reinforced glass.
Marmot Man squinted.
Then squeezed his face.
"Hrmm…"
He rubbed his nose aggressively, still trying to shake off the nagging sensation.
Something was off.
His gaze sharpened.
A faint shimmer, a subtle distortion rippled across the display case.
"Huh?"
His round face scrunched up.
"That's weird…"
