Part 6: Section 16
After crashing into five different planets and accidentally stealing Saturn’s rings, GroundClan finally found a suitable moon.
It was orbiting a mysterious planet with glowing green rivers and floating rocks.
Rockstar peered at the planet suspiciously.
"I have a BAD feeling about this."
BeepawStar ignored him and started the Moon Extraction Process™.
Step 1: Tie ropes around the moon.
Step 2: Pull really, REALLY hard.
Step 3: Hope for the best.
It worked.
The moon slowly detached from its planet.
Suddenly, the ground started shaking.
The sky turned blood red.
The green rivers began bubbling.
And then—
A giant, shadowy alien creature emerged from the planet’s core.
It looked directly at GroundClan.
And it ROARED.
Rockstar screamed.
BeepawStar, completely unfazed, tilted his head.
“Oh. Uh.”
The creature pointed at the moon.
Then, in a voice as deep as the void, it spoke:
“PUT. THAT. BACK.”
Silence.
GroundClan stared.
BeepawStar held the moon tighter.
“…No.”
The creature screamed.
Rockstar immediately grabbed Muffinpaw and shouted, "EVERYONE, BACK TO THE SHIP!"
Neonstar just laughed.
"OH, THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN."
GroundClan fled for their lives as the Moon Guardian of Ultimate Cosmic Power™ launched a barrage of galactic destruction at them.
Meteor showers, black holes opening at random, lightning made of pure antimatter—everything that should not be possible was happening right now.
Rockstar was screaming the entire time.
"THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T STEAL MOONS!"
BeepawStar, still clutching the moon, was laughing like a maniac.
"TOO LATE, WE’RE COMMITTED NOW!"
Neonstar, absolutely thrilled by the chaos, did a backflip into the spaceship.
"Hit the hyperdrive!"
Muffinpaw pressed every single button on the control panel.
The ship shook violently.
Then, with a horrifying screech, the Meowterprise punched a hole through reality itself and warped out of existence.
GroundClan reappeared somewhere.
Somewhere not normal.
The sky was glitching. Colors made no sense. The laws of physics were on vacation.
Muffinpaw casually floated upside-down.
"Where… are we?"
Rockstar, still hyperventilating, took one look outside.
He froze.
"This… this is the Backrooms of Space."
BeepawStar’s ears perked up.
"COOL!"
Rockstar grabbed BeepawStar by the scruff.
"NO. NOT COOL. THIS IS WHERE REALITY FORGOT THINGS EXISTED. WE NEED TO LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY."
Neonstar, absolutely vibing, started juggling floating space fish.
"Or we could explore."
GroundClan had no choice but to move forward.
Mostly because their ship was melting into sentient jelly.
Muffinpaw poked it. "I think it's evolving."
The ship grew legs and walked away.
Everyone stared.
Rockstar gave up.
"Fine. Whatever. Let’s just find a way out before we end up as a weird cosmic horror story."
BeepawStar immediately ran in the opposite direction.
"WE SHOULD GO DEEPER!"
Neonstar followed, cackling. "YES, LET’S SEE WHAT NIGHTMARES AWAIT!"
Rockstar grabbed Muffinpaw and sighed.
"We’re all going to die."
Muffinpaw, now phasing in and out of existence, nodded. "Yep."
