"I’m scared."

"I was literally born yesterday! I’ll heal!"

Clawdeen snarls. Her reflection in a window glitches into a wireframe model.

Frankie grabs Nox’s hands. Draculaura holds Frankie’s left shoulder. Clawdeen holds the right. They form a chain.

"See? Being different isn’t a bug. It’s a feature."

"Only if you want the judges to become spreadsheets."

POP.