A small group of fans huddled together, their faces illuminated only by the bluish glow of a laptop. They whispered anxiously about the latest chapter of Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, their eyes darting to panels featuring Lucoa, the dragon with a mischievous air and a penchant for boundary-pushing antics. The rain intensified outside, setting the room in a tense, uneasy mood. One fan shut the manga with a snap, shuddering.
Suddenly, the air grew electric as the pages of the manga trembled violently. Neon lines sliced through the paper, and with a thunderous crackle, Lucoa herself materialized in the center of the room, her rainbow hair shimmering and eyes glinting with indignation. The air became thick, and the fans recoiled in shock, their voices trembling as they tried to comprehend the impossible. "So, you think I’m disgusting? Let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine!"
Reality warped as Lucoa waved her hand, transforming the cozy living room into a surreal battlefield—walls melted into watercolor swirls and furniture levitated in midair. The fans stumbled backward, trapped in a world that no longer obeyed the rules of physics. Lucoa strode forward, her playful demeanor replaced by a stormy wrath, her golden eyes fixed on her critics. The threat was palpable, her power radiating in every flicker of light.
Just as Lucoa reared back to unleash her magic, a jagged portal slashed through the chaos, scattering comic panels like confetti. Out tumbled Gwenpool, clad in pink and white, swords gleaming at her sides, sporting an irrepressible grin. "Whoa, breakin’ the fourth wall isn’t as fun when someone else does it! Hey, Lucoa, how about we chill out before someone gets erased from continuity?"
Gwenpool planted herself firmly between Lucoa and the terrified fans, the air now humming with vibrant comic energy. Pages from both universes fluttered around them, some showing past battles, others blank, waiting to be rewritten. "You don’t understand, they’re judging me by human standards," Lucoa protested, her voice tinged with desperation. "Or maybe they just want to enjoy the story without being creeped out. Let’s give ‘em a break, okay?"
With a sigh, Lucoa lowered her hands, the storm of colors and floating objects slowly returning to their rightful places. The room regained its familiar shape, and the rain outside softened to a gentle patter. Gwenpool winked at the fans, giving them a thumbs-up before turning to Lucoa. "Let’s leave the readers in peace. Maybe next time, try winning their hearts with snacks instead of scares?" Lucoa managed a sheepish smile, and both vanished, leaving the fans staring at the now-innocent manga on the desk—wondering if they would ever dare to open it again.
