Pixel and NeoBurrito arrive at a solar farm looking for a glitch. Turns out the glitch is an invading force of alien spaceships from the retro game, ETA: Extraterrestrial Attackers. The two Glitch Techs go old school to fight off the invasion!
Your son calls you back into his room, whimpering a little. “Mommy/Daddy, there’s a monster under my bed!” You softly shake your head at him and kneel down to look under the bed. You lift the blankets draping over the sides saying, “Now, you do know that monsters aren’t real—” You stop yourself as you stare under his bed. What do you see?
Elizabeth kneels down to scare away the monsters under Ben’s bed, but when she comes back up Ben is gone. Before she can look for him, the world goes white and Elizabeth must contend with fallow of her actions.
Gravball carrying the package, Jerome leapt up the stairs two-by-two, at one point springing over a sunbathing tabby, approaching his destination as the seconds ticked closer and closer to zero—he was down to the wire thanks to two collapsed wormholes, a rogue asteroid, and a whullgill migration—until he finally reached the top landing, using the last of his dwindling energy to rush to the door, place the package on the neon “Home Planet is where the Heart Is” welcome mat, smash the doorbell, and with only two seconds left to go on next Galactic Standard day delivery, he scanned the package and took a picture.
Ada’s building is burning down, along with a dozen other buildings on her city block. She has a way to escape, but it is risky and she only has five minutes to pull it off. That’s a very sort amount of time to upload 9 petabytes.
Diego forms a close friendship with his oddest customer, a seventy-five-year-old billionaire who comes in every day to get the same exact tattoo—a single skinny black line three-quarters of an inch long.
Monique, star senior of the high school’s softball team, hates playing softball. After the team’s latest victory, the coach of the opposition team gives Monique some helpful advice about doing things just because you’re good at them.
A college student who sees their physical body as misshapen and is having difficulties being intimate with their partner, comes up with an idea to overcome their issue. However, they are having second thoughts.
After the fire extinguisher failed to stop them, Lariza, quickly running short of breath—she should really take PE more seriously—sprinted through the stacks, a horde of chomping books nipping at her heels, and lunged at the fire alarm, yanking the pearl-white handle, causing torrents of gushing water to pour from the ceiling, soaking the pages of the murderous books, making their ink run, ruining their binding, and turning them into squishy, sopping slugs before they finally stopped moving, dead by drowning.