Pixel, a robot girl with a glossy screen for a head—her hair tumbling in streaks of electric blue and pink over the edges—sits cross-legged on her bed, sneakers kicked off to the side. She scrolls through endless downloads, a smirk flickering on her digital faceplate. Her uncle, the only one who ever really tries to monitor her, is gone for the week, leaving her free to break every rule in the house.
"No one here to stop me now. Let’s see what weird stuff the net has tonight," she mutters, tapping at her keyboard with chipped nail polish. Her screen-face glows with anticipation as she clicks on a suspicious file labeled “SkaterChub.exe.” The download bar zips by, and she grins mischievously.
Pixel stares at her hands, watching them puff up. Her jeans feel tighter, her hoodie stretches uncomfortably, and her screen-face displays a look of pure panic. "Oh, circuit crumbs—what did I just install?" She scrambles to her closet mirror, angling her body this way and that, her digital cheeks flushing with embarrassment and a secret thrill.
She plops onto her bed, now creaking under her shifting weight, and fires up her computer again. "Okay. Uninstall, uninstall, uninstall..." Each time she tries to delete the .exe, a new copy appears, multiplying faster than she can click. She grows a little more each time, her body filling up more of the room, until her skateboard is lost somewhere under her oversized frame.
Pixel sighs, attempting to squeeze through her door, only to get stuck halfway. "Great. I’m basically a living blimp. Why do I kind of like this, though?" she wonders aloud, laughter mixing with worry. Her phone buzzes with a text: her uncle will be home in an hour.
Uncle Dex[/@ch_2], a young engineer with wild hair and bright eyes, steps inside. He’s greeted by the sight of Pixel’s now-massive form wedged in the hallway, surrounded by fragments of broken furniture.]
"Pixel! What happened to you?!" he shouts, rushing over with a tool kit. "Uh, I had a little... accident. But I don’t want to be normal again. Not yet," Pixel protests, her screen flickering defiantly. Dex tries running uninstall scripts, but the .exe multiplies, Pixel swelling even more—now filling half the living room.
"You know what? If you want to keep it, I guess we’ll just have to make the house fit you," Dex sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. "Skater life, super-sized. I can dig it," Pixel replies, her neon hair shining in the dusk, screen-face beaming with newfound confidence. Outside, the city lights up, and somewhere, a skateboard rolls free—waiting for its next ride.
