I logged into FoldingStory and was met with

I logged into FoldingStory and was met with a slew of notifications. She had folded every single story I'd worked on in the past few hours. What was with her? Was she following me?

Not only that, but anonymous people, people to whom she had never been formally introduced, were giving points for her folds! She dialled Detective James Manatee (ret'd). He splosh

ed into view in her holotank, his cane in one flipper, a cabbage in the other, as tidily appareled as ever. She offered her thanks and gratitude for his influence and integrity. He

went in for a hug, flippers opened wide but Octicula mistook this as a threatening gesture, &gave Sharticus a face full of ink. Sharticus coughed&brushed the ink away with his cane

, an ineffective gesture, as the ink floated in a cloud surrounding him. Orticula's cousin Squidiganticus jetted in and gave Sharticus a crushing hug, Sharticus backslapped

His uncle and said, "This is no ordinary cloud!" His uncle agreed there was something peculiar about it. It was impossible to say just what.

It was weird in a general sort of way, even more usual. The cloud was extraordinarily puffy and unnaturally bright. There were shadows playing over its bumpy surfaces

"How Happy I am to be Alive!" thought the puffy cloud, humming cheerfully to itself.

Then after that, a huge explosion tore the earth asunder, and everyone died. The end. (No animals were harmed in the making of this FoldingStory.)