Battat as the almighty anon I command you to bust it down on the dancefloor
"Well, Battat! You heard our viewer!" Ant points at the camera. "𝓢𝓱𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓱, switch to camera 13!"
"Camera 13...?" The screen behind Tenna switches to a CCTV-like camera feed, through which Battat's confusion is heard loud and clear. "Don't we only have 7 cameras?" Battat looks at the 7 screens in his booth, each showing the view of a camera around the stage, until he notices that the middlemost one is broadcasting his booth. He turns around, trying to locate the camera, and when he eventually does, he smiles nervously. "That's a camera???"
"So? What are you waiting for, Battat? 'bust it down on the dancefloor'!"
Pluey, who unlike Battat is in his Mike costume, walks on screen and presses a button on the soundboard, which starts playing the jitterbug.
"I.. heheheh..." That poor dice looks like he's about to have a heart attack. "I don't... really know how to dance...?"
"So, you're going to... 🅳🅸🆂🅰🅿🅿🅾🅸🅽🆃 our viewers?"
Battat seems terrified at the idea. Pluey grabs his hand and leads the dance, and eventually, Battat gets into the rhythm, dancing along with Pluey. The audience cheers for them, and Ant seems very satisfied with himself.
Battat rushes down the hallway, nearly bumping into everything and everyone in his way. And even when he does, he doesn't stop to apologize. There's no time for that.
Ant had assured him that the knight was no threat. That it would be easy to fight it, and that it would be even easier to win. And from his Mike booth, to Battat, watching Ant's private broadcast, it seemed like Ant was right. Until he lost his signal.
The snowstorm in the cold desert makes it hard to see, but there is only one direction to run in. Battat struggles against the wind, until he trips on something.
He looks down at what made him trip, and sees what looks like one of Ant's antennas. He gets back up on his feet, looking around, until he finally sees what he came here for.
Ant, down to his original smaller-than-usual size, sits limp in the snow. His clothes are torn in many places, but that really is the least of our worries here. A clean cut goes from the top right of his screen, and then down diagonally, splitting his head and torso in half. Sparks fly out of his chest, and despite the neatness of the cut, his screen is cracked in several places.
Battat takes a few steps back, hoping not to be hit by the radiation. He takes his phone out and, with shaky hands, contacts the first person he can think of.
"Noelle? Noelle, I need you to come here right now. I'm under the Christmas tree. Uh, before that, find Ramb and tell him that the boss is down. He'll know what that means. Huh? No, no, I... no, everything is not okay, I'm sorry it's... my fault."
Ramb pours two cups of tea, and one of coffee, which he slides across the table to Battat. Noelle grabs her cup as well as one of the gingerbread monsters she'd baked earlier.
Ant is laying in bed, still unconscious. He has been for a month now, but, he's still alive, so there is hope.
"What a month." Ramb scratches his upper back. He looks over at Ant. "But, I have a feeling that Boss might wake up soon."
"Well then..." Battat sighs. "It's time to write my will..."
"He's not gonna kill you, Battat!" Noelle puts her hand on his back, patting him in an effort to bring some comfort. "I'm sure Dad is gonna be thankful that you got help so fast. And you did such a good job fixing him, too! I barely had to do any healing! You can't even tell anything happened!"
Both men remain silent. Ramb turns his gaze towards Noelle. "Luv, why are you still here?"
"Huh? Should I go get you something more filling to eat?"
"No, that's not what I meant. Why are you still with us, in this dark world? I think it's pretty obvious why the knight came to fight the Boss despite Kris and Susie having been let go."
"I can't leave Dad like this!" A good minute passes. "Besides... In the light world... there is nothing for me to come back to..."
"░░░░░░𝙼░𝚔𝙴...░░░░"
All three jump and look towards the bed.
"░░𝙼𝚒𝚔░ 𝙰░𝙴 𝚢░░ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚎? 𝙽𝙾𝚎░░𝙴...?░░░"
"Boss??" Battat springs to his feet. He runs over and jumps on the bed. "Boss, are you awake???"
"░ 𝚑𝚊𝚅𝚎 𝚊 𝙷░𝙰𝙳𝚊𝙲𝚑𝚎, 𝚒░𝚂 𝚜𝙿𝙻𝚒░░𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝙰𝚍."
Ramb chuckles. "That's quite the accurate complaint."
Ant pushes himself up with his arms to sit, struggling to do so. Battat tries to push him back down, but is just lifted along himself, eventually letting go and falling back on the bed.
"Woah, boss!" Ramb stands up. "Please, lie back down, you're still recovering!"
The CRT puts a hand on his head as if it would make it hurt less. Noelle follows Ramb, getting on the bed. She sits next to Ant, putting her hands on his.
Ant looks down at her, lowering the hand from his forehead. "...𝙽𝚘𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚎."
"Dad, I'm so happy you're doing alright! I really got scared, you know?"
Ant lowers his head a little. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚈𝚎𝚍?"
The loud bang of Ant's fists hitting his vanity makes both everything on it and Battat jump.
"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙺."
Battat takes a step back.
"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙵𝙾𝚁? 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙸 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁?" Ant turns around, glaring at Battat.
His screen is static, and despite his best attempts to broadcast any kind of face on it, all he can get is this and his technically difficulty screens. Without much telegraphing, he throws his mug at the unfortunate pippins, who managed to dodge it, but who still gets splashed with the contents of it.
"I'm sorry, Boss..." Battat showes a nervous smile. "I-I really did do my best, but... some important components..."
"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴, 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄? 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙸𝙳. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙴." The CRT's static grows louder. "𝙸 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴." He pauses, then starts reaching for the pippins. "𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻… 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴, 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙸?"
Battat freezes like a deer in the headlights. Ant grabs him, bringing him closer to his screen, squeezing him like a stress ball. Battat feels the static and, amplified by the anger, it hurts.
Ant stares at Battat for a little longer, before turning back to the mirror. A smile is displayed on the static. The CRT takes his time analyzing it, and eventually, he drops the dice.
Battat makes some distance between himself and his boss, not knowing what kind of reaction will come next.
Ant shrinks, falling to his knees. He slowly turns his head towards Battat, his screen melting, dripping on the floor. "Battat.........Mike..........................." he turns to him, then falls on all fours. "I'm sorry..." Starting to sob, he falls even lower, his elbows hitting the ground with a thud. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"It's... it's fine boss.."
"No it's not fine... don't say that.. I almost killed you......"
Battat tries his best to put on a comforting smile. "But you didn't..!"
"Please forgive me...Don't leave......."
"Boss, don't be silly.... when have I not forgiven you for this?"
Well, it's 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 that time of the year! 𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖙 is celebrating the end of another year spent entertaining the masses!
From the 𝟙𝟛𝕥𝕙 to the 𝟚𝟘𝕥𝕙 you will be helping 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝 with getting a birthday cake ready for mister Ant. And, on the 𝟚𝟙𝕤𝕥... you will be invited to celebrate 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 live during 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼! This will last until the 𝟚𝟝𝕥𝕙, and during those 4 days, you will be able to see 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓷𝓽 go through a few of his own 🄿🄷🅈🅂🄸🄲🄰🄻 🄲🄷🄰🄻🄻🄴🄽🄶🄴🅂!
Battat dashes through the studio halls, barely running into several darkners and lightners on his way. Faster! He needs to run faster! His legs can only move so fast, though.
Screw it! Dice it! With a cartwheel, he leaps forwards, turning into a dice, and rolling at least thrice as fast as he was running, bouncing off people and walls with 'Sorry's as a plea for forgiveness.
"Boss!" Jongler moves out of the way right on time to dodge the flying dice.
Battat hits the wall behind them, bouncing off it, turning back into the form that lets him land on his feet. "WE FORGOT ABOUT ANT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE!"
Pluey turns his music off. Ramb furrows an eyebrow. Jongler tenses up. Silent panic rises with each second as the meeting room feels like it's about to explode.
"Battat, luv." Ramb puts his elbows on the meeting table, leaning on it, looking at the green pippins. "You can't just barge in and announce everyone's execution date without a plan to delay it." Pluey gives that a few nervous notes.
Battat's shaky hands pull a notebook out of his suit, before flipping a few pages and showing everyone a neatly done list. "No, I have a plan! I've actually gotten people on the case! Through Kris, we got a guy who makes amazing cakes! But, we have to give him instructions. And I have NO ideas..."
"Well, if it's just ideas we need, we might actually manage to do it. How long do we got?"
"Like..." Battat looks at the time. "An hour and a half?"
"That's not enough time to make a cake." Very good observation, Jongler.
"No, we can clutch this! The chef only needs 10 minutes per tier, and Ant asked for 7 tiers! And, since the trips from here to the kitchen and from the kitchen to the party room are 10 minutes each..."
"Then we need to go now."
The merry party scrambles to get all their stuff and dash out of the room.
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You walk up to Jongler and Pluey, who are currently discussing something you can't quite hear, as they stop talking when they see you walk up to them.
"Hello, manager Pluey, manager Jongler... got any information?"
Pluey speaks up. Seems he has something. He says that as the lights were off, someone bumped into him... something cold touched his hand, then, a piece of cloth brushed past it.
Pluey also adds that today, Ant's behavior seemed odd. Even during the speech, Pluey had the impression that Ant's pose was a bit too stiff and immobile compared to how he usually moves. He isn't too sure of what that could mean though, maybe Battat just messed up yesterday's maintenance?
You finish writing down everything. "That's a lot!" You smile. "Is that all?"
Both look at each other, taking a few seconds to think, then they nod at you.
"Thanks a lot, managers!"
You turn around and start walking away, ready to question the next witness...
Who will you question next?
Noelle
Battat
An insanely cool and attractive water cooler
Voting ended onOct 20, 2025
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Info tinkers with his little sculpture. He's been making his own statuette to match Ant's, and, he's actually been doing a great job at it! He's currently applying a top coat to protect the silver paint.
"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ?"
Info turns his head to look at Ant, who's getting over his jetlag by attempting (keyword: attempting) to catch up on some sleep, turned away from everything, facing the backrest.
"Do YӨЦ have to do it inside?" Info throws the question back in his face (in his back?)
Ant stays silent for a few seconds, then sits up. "𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝…"
"it's gonna be 𝟏𝟎 in five hours!"
"It's 5... Gosh..." Ant forces himself to sit properly on the sofa and rubs his face. "I'm late to the set, everyone is probably wondering where I am."
"You're gonna host 丨几 ㄒ卄卂ㄒ 丂ㄒ卂ㄒ乇? ƬΉΣ ΛПGΣㄥƧ and I thought you were gonna skip school today."
"I can't skip a 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 with 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘." He stands up, walking over to the front door of his apartment. "Can you take care of my suitcase? And tell Noelle to get her laundry going. An
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆
.......ouch
ᦓꪻꪖ᥅ᦓ, ᦓꪻꪖ᥅ᦓ, ꪶ꠸ꪻꪻꪶꫀ ᥇꠸᥅ᦔᦓ, ᦓꪻꪖ᥅ᦓ…
Info leans over Ant. "Got all your teeth?"
Hearing his friend's voice, Ant comes to. He shakes his head, helped in sitting up, still a little dazed. "Uh.. I..... I don't have teeth."
Info pokes Ant in the face, tapping a crack in his screen frame. "You should get that checked out."
"The teeth?"
"...What?"
Hearing Info of all people be confused about something grounds Ant instantly. "𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖… 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍…" He yawns.
"ƧƬΛY ΉӨMΣ, then! I'll figure something out for you!" Info gets excited. "I can go ask around to see if anyone's free to replace you!"
Ant thinks about this, but the more he thinks, the more his head hurts. He lays back down on the floor. "Yeah, go ahead. Find 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 first."
"He's sick?"
"He's seeing ㄥIƬƬㄥΣ BIЯDƧ and ƧƬΛЯƧ because of the door. Japan got him in that state. So, he can't be here."
Battat furrows an eyebrow. That doesn't really explain much, at least not very clearly. It confuses him more than anything actually, but at least he got the important part. "We're gonna have to find a replacement for the fanmail hours."
"Should I ask around?"
"Uhm. No, no, we got this, thanks." Battat turns around, starting to walk away. "Jongler, call Ten, ask him if he's free. Pluey, send a text to everyone who hosts a show here asking if they can be on in 24."
"I fear it's useless to ask Mister Ten, boss."
"What? Why?"
"He's got his own show goin' on, y'know? We can't keep askin' 'im ta replace the big boss."
Battat stops in his tracks, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. "Yeah... Yeah, that's true..."
"🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶"
"EVERYONE??? What are they doing!?"
"🎵🎶🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶"
Battat stays silent as he thinks, but his face sours. Then, he gets an idea. He turns around, seeing Info still loitering around in the same spot he left him, trying to get a lazy water cooler to work. Battat waves to get his attention. "Hey, Infomercial!"
Battat writes down the results on his notepad. "Strawberry Vanilla."
"Strawberry Vanilla!" The Spincake chef gets to work.
Battat glances at the chef, then looks at Ramb. "I... I assume you're not budging on your idea?"
"Not for now, no."
Battat sighs. Maybe if they ignore it again... He'll give up? "Jongler, are you sticking to banana chocolate...? It's not really a flavor that Ant likes. It's more of a thing that's popular with the fans... And you know, Ant doesn't care about what the fans like..."
"As long as the fans like him." Ramb completes the thought.
"You're right. It's not very fittin'. " Jongler scratches their head. "Well... How about cherry blossom? The Big Boss quite enjoys that flavor."
Battat's face lights up. Well, lights up... He looks a little less likely to hang himself in the next 10 seconds than usual. "That's actually a good idea!" He quickly writes that down. "Pluey?"
Pluey looks around the room for inspiration. Then, he smiles, and gets closer to Battat, putting his arm around his shoulders. He points at a bowl of nuts.
"Nuts...?"
Pluey corrects him.
"Nut cake?"
Ramb, who's closer to the bowl, peeks in. "Those are hazelnuts."
"Hazelnut cake?" Battat taps his headset with his pen.
Pluey completes the idea.
"Hazelnut chocolate... Uh..." He hesitantly writes that down. "I guess he never said he DIDN'T like that........?"
Which idea should they go with?
Hazelnut Chocolate
Cherry Blossom
Blueberry Lavender.................
Voting ended onNov 16, 2025
Wind blows through the light world’s trees, making the cold weather even chillier. The shrunken down CRTs, dressed in warm Halloween themed Christmas sweaters, are taking a walk around Hometown, going at a leisurely pace. Everyone on their way dips or takes a different path to their point B, not really scared of Info, but trying to avoid Ant.
Ant laughs. “You look 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉.”
Info finishes shaping his blue cotton candy mustache, looking like a really tasteful broke college student. “Do I look like ΛƧGӨЯΣ?”
“No, not really.”
“Intéressant! That arrows down his appearance to anything without a mustache……” He inquisitively taps his chin.
“Narrows. And, he does have a mustache.” Ant takes a bite out of his pink cotton candy. “Just not one like that.”
"Is that so? I have some memories of him being...." Info crouches as much as he can, putting a knee down to the ground and holding his hand up about 4 feet above ground. "ƬΉIƧ ƬΛㄥㄥ!"
"You're thinking of 𝔸𝕤𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝."
Info taps his screen. "ΛM I?" In one swift movement, he stands up, unintentionally hopping. His blue mustache flies away. "I ΛM! Wow, Ant, YӨЦ ЯΣΛD MY MIПD! Are you a 卩丂ㄚ匚卄の now?"
"Psychic." He laughs. "I've always been a '𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘', haven't I? But no, I'm nothing like that." Ant finishes eating his snack.
"You must be incredibly smart then, being able to predict what someone thinks!"
Ant's smile grows along with his ego. "Thanks." He marks a pause, then points at Info's cone. "Are you gonna eat that?"
"Oh, no. I hate cotton candy! ЩΛΉΛΉΛΉΛΉΛΉΛ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He shoves the cone in Ant's hand. "BIЯƬΉDΛY 匚ΛПDY FӨЯ ƬΉΣ BIЯƬΉDΛY BӨY!!!"
"...Did you only get this to give it to me?"
"Maybe? 山卄ㄖ Ҝ几ㄖ山丂! I certainly don't. It was probably the ΛПGΣㄥƧ whispering to me. But, hey, what about your BӨYFЯIΣПD? Are you going to spend some time with him today?"
Info laughs. "You two have a certain JΣ ПΣ ƧΛIƧ QЦӨI... Ah, non, JΣ ƧΛIƧ! Kids nowadays call this 'єηємιєѕ тσ ℓσνєяѕ'! But I guess we're too early for that yet. You must be in the 'to' stage still!"
Ant aggressively reaches for Info's shirt, picking him up with an angry smile. "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"
Info lets out a high pitched panic noise. "Hey, 尺乇匚乇 卩尺乇匚乙 ㄖᗪ乇 爪几丨乇!????" The panicked CRT Puts both hands on the sides of his head as his screen turns off. His legs flail around, trying to destabilize Ant enough to make him let go.
But Ant doesn't budge an inch. "𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍."
"Okay, I-I wasn't talking about ΛƧGӨЯΣ, you were right!!!"
Ant's smile drops. He really wants to throw that guy right now. Like, REALLY. Goddammit. But, also, this is the closest thing he will get to his request being granted. So, begrudgingly, he sets him back down.
"Kameraad, you can't just... DӨ ƬΉΛƬ??????"
Ant smiles again, letting out a chuckle. "I can and I did."
"Fine, you can, but not to me, I'm FЯΛGIㄥΣ!"
"Fragile? You? 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?"
Info waves his hands to dismiss Ant's comment, scared of being lifted again. “That’s not important. What's actually important is: Do 乃ㄩㄒㄒ乇尺千ㄥ丨乇丂 see through their wings?”
“...No, they don’t. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝.” Ant starts reaching for him again.
“How would you know?! Ever been a 乃ㄩㄒㄒ乇尺千ㄥㄚ?”
“Science-”
“Rules! And yet, I see no studies on how they can’t see through their wings. Maybe they're just like KЯIƧ.” Ant doesn’t even ask his question, however, Info picks up on his confusion. “Seeing through themselves!” His screen shuts off, and his arms fall to his sides, limp, his head slowly drooping as he hunches over. “𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.” He slowly shakes his head and his legs give..
Ant quickly grabs him by the front of his shirt, this time to prevent him from falling. “.....ꪗꪮꪊ ᧁꪮꪮᦔ?”
Info's body tenses up as his head starts making that ungodly sound again, making Ant take his hand away. "˥˥∀Ɔ S˥Ǝ⅁N∀ ƎH⊥." And, like last time, the duo blips out.
⇒ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞... But, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞! We've prepared a set of 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 that you can sign and write some birthday wishes on.
⇒ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 ! We will not be posting the asks directly to allow those who wish to keep their anonymity to also participate. However, if you still insist on not revealing your identity, or if you know you won't be able to work on a card, send us an ask with which card you want, the text you want to write on it, how you want to sign it, and the FSD will take care of filling in the card for you!
⇒ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭! It goes without saying, that is the deadline for sending us one of those. Don't know which card to pick? 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 !
[ Hmmm... ]
[ Those cards are neat, but... ]
[ Are they really what you want? ]
[ I've made a few myself, ]
[ You may find them more to your taste. :) ]
We would like to thank all our sponsors for helping with this event, but specifically @tennasbiggestbiggestfan for allowing Info to be here with us today!
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖓𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞! Truly a joyous occasion, and this year, we will be celebrating this wonderful day with ꪗꪮꪊ!!! We sincerely hope that you have fun assembling a cake that will make Mister Ant glow with happiness... or sigh with annoyance!
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭:
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 ! 𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 !!! 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧… 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝟕 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 !
⇒ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲. In each post, there will be a poll featuring 3 choices regarding what cake tier to pick. Vote carefully, as the least voted option will become permanently unavailable for use!
⇒ 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲, and the event will last 𝟕 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, on the 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲, everything will be ready for Mister Ant's birthday party! After that, for the next 𝟒 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, Mister Ant will take part in physical challenges, and in addition to that, he will be accepting "𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞" type mail from the viewers! Feel free to send those early, though they will only be answered when the time comes for that.
⇒ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐏.𝐎. 𝐁𝐨𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭! But, since all our staff is busy with planning, you will have the pleasure to talk with our dear manager, 𝐏.𝐑. 𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫. Ask him questions, discuss the event's happenings, he will be delighted to chat with you.
⇒ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞? Or do you simply want extra content in general? Click here to join our official discord server! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖+
⇒ 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲…? Maybe you'll find what you need at the bottom of the post!
Battat dashes through the studio halls, barely running into several darkners and lightners on his way. Faster! He needs to run faster! His legs can only move so fast, though.
Screw it! Dice it! With a cartwheel, he leaps forwards, turning into a dice, and rolling at least thrice as fast as he was running, bouncing off people and walls with 'Sorry's as a plea for forgiveness.
"Boss!" Jongler moves out of the way right on time to dodge the flying dice.
Battat hits the wall behind them, bouncing off it, turning back into the form that lets him land on his feet. "WE FORGOT ABOUT ANT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE!"
Pluey turns his music off. Ramb furrows an eyebrow. Jongler tenses up. Silent panic rises with each second as the meeting room feels like it's about to explode.
"Battat, luv." Ramb puts his elbows on the meeting table, leaning on it, looking at the green pippins. "You can't just barge in and announce everyone's execution date without a plan to delay it." Pluey gives that a few nervous notes.
Battat's shaky hands pull a notebook out of his suit, before flipping a few pages and showing everyone a neatly done list. "No, I have a plan! I've actually gotten people on the case! Through Kris, we got a guy who makes amazing cakes! But, we have to give him instructions. And I have NO ideas..."
"Well, if it's just ideas we need, we might actually manage to do it. How long do we got?"
"Like..." Battat looks at the time. "An hour and a half?"
"That's not enough time to make a cake." Very good observation, Jongler.
"No, we can clutch this! The chef only needs 10 minutes per tier, and Ant asked for 7 tiers! And, since the trips from here to the kitchen and from the kitchen to the party room are 10 minutes each..."
"Then we need to go now."
The merry party scrambles to get all their stuff and dash out of the room.
"Mama miba!" the spincake chef spins. "The cake needs to be done for the next hour? You four really need to get better at planning!"
Everyone looks at Battat, who seems annoyed with the comment. "Yes, yes. Anyways. Let's not waste any time." He turns towards his three coworkers. "Let's get brainstorming!"
Pluey gets an idea first. He proposes a strawberry flavored cake with vanilla icing and strawberry flowers sprinkled on top. It seems he remembers Ant mentioning that he enjoys strawberries!
Jongler thinks. "Hmm... Maybe we can make it a chocolate cake with banana chunks and banana icing? I remember chocolate banana bein' a very popular flavor for any food product we put out."
"How about lavender?" Ramb shows a mischievous grin. "Lavender cake with basic icing. White on white, so Ant won't suspect a thing. Ward off any suspicion about the inevitable purple tint with blueberries."
Which idea should they go with?
Strawberry Vanilla
Banana Chocolate
Blueberry... Lavender?!
Voting ended onNov 15, 2025
Ant is sitting at his desk. The fake sunset shines through the window, illuminating his back, casting his shadow on his desk and the script he's reviewing.
“ΛПƬ!”
Ant looks up and his gaze falls upon a friendly happy face intruding on his office hours. However, he does not smile back. “Info.”
“Happy 乃IЯƬ卄ᗪΛㄚ1!!!!111!!”
“Thanks.”
Info looks at his friend expectantly. Ant raises an eyebrow.
“Do you… need something?”
“Not gonna wish it back?” Info crosses his arms, very visibly frustrated.
“Uh, sure. 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞.” Ant furrows his eyebrows as he thinks about it. “Wait. 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢?!”
The broken CRT offers a big friendly smile. He puts one fist on his hip, and the other hand on Ant's desk, leaning on it. “不！”
Info sniles sneetly as he shortly corrects his posture, before leaning forwards, slouching and excitedly fidgeting with his fingers.. “I’m taking you out on a date!”
“I thought you weren’t into people 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.”
“₱ㄥΛƬӨПI匚 date?!” Info reaches over Ant's desk and hits his head really hard. “That shell is so ㄒ卄丨匚Ҝ! Wonder how the signal even gets through!?!!!!???” He laughs, backing away. “We’re going out on a date for your birthday!! And, your ol’ Infomercial is paying for it all!”
“With 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞 ?”
“Babysitter money.”
“You mean babysitting money?”
“No, no. Don’t be 丂丨ㄥㄥㄚ! I just begged a babysitter for her money until she gave it to me!”
“That…” Ant looks away, sighs, and turns his head back to his friend. “That ᦔꪮꫀᦓ sound like a thing you’d do for money.”
“ㄥΣƬ’Ƨ 卄乇卂ᗪ ӨЦƬ!!!” An ear piercing noise comes out of Info’s TV, and as he grabs his head, his entire body starts vibrating.
Ant doesn’t seem too disturbed by the display, though he is very irritated by the sound.
And then, they blip out of the office.
⇒ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞... But, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞! We've prepared a set of 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 that you can sign and write some birthday wishes on.
⇒ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 ! We will not be posting the asks directly to allow those who wish to keep their anonymity to also participate. However, if you still insist on not revealing your identity, or if you know you won't be able to work on a card, send us an ask with which card you want, the text you want to write on it, how you want to sign it, and the FSD will take care of filling in the card for you!
⇒ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭! It goes without saying, that is the deadline for sending us one of those. Don't know which card to pick? 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 !
[ Hmmm... ]
[ Those cards are neat, but... ]
[ Are they really what you want? ]
[ I've made a few myself, ]
[ You may find them more to your taste. :) ]
We would like to thank all our sponsors for helping with this event, but specifically @tennasbiggestbiggestfan for allowing Info to be here with us today!
[ Hmmm... ]
[ We're early, aren't we? ]
[ The previous poll hasn't closed yet... ]
[ Well, scheduling issues happen. ]
[ Expect the next post to be a little early too. :) ]
"Is anyone surprised that we're going with Raspberry?"
Everyone, including the chef, shakes their heads.
"Well then, let's get to deciding on our last flavor!"
Pluey wants to stick with his pumpkin pie idea, convinced that it'll be a good choice.
"What about oreo?" Jongler looks at Battat. "Boss enjoys the filling, if I'm not wrong. I've found plates with only the biscuit parts left in the past while cleaning up after him."
"He does, yeah..."
Ramb taps his chin. "He also enjoys speculoos, right? I've heard through the grapevine that he always raids restaurants for them anytime he gets hot chocolate or coffee with someone."
Battat looks up, deep in thought. "Both of those are really good options... and I guess pumpkin pie isn't far behind...."
Which idea should they go with?
Pumpkin pie
Legally distinct black biscuits with white filling
Speculoos (Biscoff)
Voting ended onNov 22, 2025
Info puts down the last cards, finally completing the playing card pyramid he's been working on while Ant and he watches the show. Sadly, while taking a step back, he trips and falls, and the impact makes the ground and table shake. The card pyramid joins him on the floor.
Ant laughs. "ꪗꪮꪊ ᧁꪮꪮᦔ?"
"IƬ'Ƨ Λ ƧIGП!" Info sits up.
"Of what?"
He springs to his feet. "Það er kominn tími til að fara!"
"Go 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?"
Info grabs Ant's hand, pulling him up from the sofa. "To your 丂ㄩ尺卩尺丨丂乇 乃丨尺ㄒ卄ᗪ卂ㄚ 卩卂尺ㄒㄚ!"
"...wasn't that supposed to be a 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙?"
"Did you really think no one was getting a party ready for you?"
Ant doesn't reply. True, he's a big deal and all, and if he weren't, his employees would probably still do something out of fear. Ant yet, that party truly is a surprise.
"ㄥ乇ㄒ'丂 GӨ!"
Info drags Ant out of the door, and if Ant wasn't considerably taller, he would probably have trouble keeping up.
"Wait, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧! I'm not dressed properly for this!"
"Wow! It's your ㄥЦ匚KY DΛY! There's no dress code!"
⇒ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞... But, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞! We've prepared a set of 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 that you can sign and write some birthday wishes on.
⇒ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 ! We will not be posting the asks directly to allow those who wish to keep their anonymity to also participate. However, if you still insist on not revealing your identity, or if you know you won't be able to work on a card, send us an ask with which card you want, the text you want to write on it, how you want to sign it, and the FSD will take care of filling in the card for you!
⇒ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭! It goes without saying, that is the deadline for sending us one of those. Don't know which card to pick? 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 !
[ Hmmm... ]
[ Those cards are neat, but... ]
[ Are they really what you want? ]
[ I've made a few myself, ]
[ You may find them more to your taste. :) ]
We would like to thank all our sponsors for helping with this event, but specifically @tennasbiggestbiggestfan for allowing Info to be here with us today!
