System Space
Inside the glowing white lit control chamber, Fluff sat nervously on his floating chair, paws frantically tapping away on a glowing console. Beads of sweat rolled down his furry face as lines of code scrolled past faster than he could process.
Beside him, Meow sat on her own chair, arms crossed and cheeks puffed in pure feline fury.
"Fluff," she growled, her voice sharp, "what did you just do?"
Fluff didn't answer, his ears twitching as he avoided her gaze.
"Dont ignore me"
"You know what I'm talking about, right?" Meow leaned closer, eyes narrowing.
Fluff shrank slightly into his chair, still typing.
"You know I can't cover for you this time. How could you assign that skill to the host so casually?"
Fluff finally raised his eyes and peeked at her expression. Seeing her fiery glare, he quickly looked down and mumbled,
"I-I didn't mean to! I swear, I selected the High-tier-Berserker skill! Not… Crimson Onslaught…"
