Chapter 1
As I unwrapped the candy bar, the familiar crinkle of the foil filled the quiet air. The distinct blue wrapper, with bold red and white lettering, glistened under the room’s dim lighting.
“MMM, this Crunch bar is good,” I murmured, taking another satisfying bite. The rich milk chocolate melted smoothly against my tongue, while the signature crispy rice pieces added that perfect, satisfying crunch.
I turned the wrapper in my hand, reading over the details.
“Produced by Nestlé,” I muttered, skimming the tiny print beneath the logo. My eyes traced over the familiar branding, the nutritional facts, and the ingredient list—which I never really cared about unless I was trying to convince myself that chocolate could be considered a meal.
The sweet, nostalgic taste lingered as I studied the iconic packaging—the way the red lettering stood out against the deep blue background, the glossy sheen of the wrapper reflecting light every time I shifted it. A Crunch bar was oddly comforting, like a small piece of childhood wrapped in foil.
And yet… something felt off.
I frowned, staring at the wrapper a little harder.
Had the sugar content always been this high?
A strange heaviness settled in my limbs, my head suddenly feeling a little too light, a little too foggy.
That’s when it hit me.
This wasn’t just a candy bar.
Lisa Luthor had planned this.
And I had just walked straight into her trap.
Meanwhile, somewhere in a high-rise office, Mrs. Luthor smirks as she watches a live feed from one of her spies.
“Hook, line, and sinker.”
Her plan is working perfectly. Nestlé? Oh, that was no accident. She’s been manipulating the supply chains, ensuring every store Super Terrex frequents is strategically stocked with sugary snacks that are tempting enough to keep you hooked but never suspicious.
And the best part? You’re even reading the wrapper out loud, unknowingly confirming to her network that her plan is succeeding.
But what happens next? Does Super Terrex start feeling the sugar crash creeping in? Do you brush it off and keep enjoying the chocolatey goodness, or does something about this moment—maybe an unusual aftertaste or a slight headache—make you start to question things?
Then I fall asleep
As Super Terrex drifts into unconsciousness, the world around you fades. The last thing you hear is the crinkle of the Crunch Bar wrapper falling from your hand.
Somewhere in her sleek, high-tech lair, Mrs. Luthor watches the footage and smiles.
“Right on schedule.”
She’s been testing her formula for months, refining the perfect blend of sugar and additives designed specifically to counteract your powers. And now, with you asleep, vulnerable, she can finally make her next move.
As Super Terrex lays unconscious, the room is still—until the sound of the front door opening echoes through the air.
“Terrex? You home?”
Lyria steps in, tossing her bag aside, already sensing something is off. She notices the half-eaten Crunch Bar on the table, the wrapper crumpled in your hand. Her sharp eyes scan the room, and it doesn’t take her long to put two and two together.
“Oh, hell no.”
She’s seen this before. The suspiciously timed crashes, the strategic placement of sugar-loaded temptations. Lyria had her suspicions, but now she knows—Mrs. Luthor is behind this.
Acting fast, she moves to wake you up. But what happens next? Does she shake you and call your name, only to realize this is a deeper sleep than usual? Or does she spot something even more sinister—maybe a tracking device hidden in the wrapper, proof that Mrs. Luthor is monitoring everything?
I don’t wake up “Spies move in I can’t have her ruin my plans” Mrs luthor said
Lyria barely has time to react before the room is flooded with Mrs. Luthor’s spies. They move with precision, dressed in sleek tactical gear, each one trained to handle Super Terrex and any potential threats.
But they seriously underestimated Lyria.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” she mutters, cracking her knuckles.
The first spy lunges—bad move. Lyria sidesteps, grabs his arm, and flips him over the couch like a ragdoll. Two more rush her, but she’s already moving, ducking low, sweeping a leg, sending one crashing into the coffee table.
She glances back at Super Terrex, still unconscious. No time to waste.
“You’re gonna wake up, Terrex,” she mutters, dodging a punch and landing a brutal elbow to another spy’s gut. “But until then, I gotta clean house.”
But Mrs. Luthor isn’t done yet. From a hidden speaker, her voice rings out—smooth, calculated, completely in control.
“Impressive, Lyria. But let’s see how well you do against someone who knows you better than you think.”
The door swings open again, and a figure steps inside—someone Lyria recognizes instantly.
