Eggplant was shook.
His Twitch chat went nuts, laughing their heads off:
"Johnny's got astronaut dreams at seventy? That's lit!"
"Slip him some gummy bears, he's moon-bound!"
"Gummy bears? Hell yeah!"
"This a love story or what?"
"Love? Johnny's chasing stars, not hearts!"
"Hahaha, this is wild."
"What a weird-ass wish!"
"Plot's gone rogue!"
"They turning the lighthouse into a rocket or what?"
"Johnny: Bro, you sound crazy."
"Cat Rio vibes, anyone?"
"Eggplant's still crying over that water pipe rocket."
"This story's unhinged, I'm dying…"
Chat was pure chaos.
Eggplant leaned back, chuckling. "This is nuts, yo."
You can't just yeet Johnny to the moon in a dream. The memory travel agency needs logic—cause and effect to make it stick. To build Johnny's perfect memory, Eggplant's buddy Benny, controlling Dr. Neil Watts, had to figure out why the old man was moon-obsessed.
Lily Carter, the nanny, wasn't much help. "Johnny's quiet," she said, shrugging. "Been here years, barely know him. He was a carpenter. His wife, River, died two years back. That's all I got."
"No moon hints?" Benny asked, via Neil.
"Nada," Lily said. "Check the house. My kids can show you around."
Rosa, Lily, and the doctor all stared at Neil.
"Great, I'm the errand boy," Benny groaned, snatching the wireless heart monitor from the doctor. It tracked Johnny's vitals live. "Let's get moving."
Kids are a breeze to win over. Benny, as Neil, charmed Lily's two children into handing over the basement key with some goofy banter.
This game had a strange pull. No fancy graphics, no epic fights, no big lore. Just a sci-fi setup, a weird wish, perfect piano music, and clever dialogue. Like when Neil talked to the kids:
"Hey, little champs, your mom said show me the place. You in?"
"Uh… maybe?" one kid mumbled.
"Maybe? How about I raid your mom's secret candy stash?"
"Candy?!" The kids lit up.
Eggplant cackled. "These lines are gold!" Chat agreed: "Zoey's cooking!" "This dialogue's too good!"
Benny grinned, steering Neil. The game's witty exchanges kept him hooked. Neil's nonstop chatter added spice, making exploration a blast. No wild plot twists yet, but the vibe was addictive.
Eggplant nodded on stream. "Gus Harper's a freakin' genius. Mixes this stuff like a pro. Vampire Survivors vibes, but deeper."
At the basement door, the music turned creepy—low, uneasy notes. "Oh, hell no," Benny muttered. "Not P.T. again, Zoey!" Chat roared: "Benny's Lisa trauma!" "It's just pixels, chill!"
Benny opened the door, hit the light. Boom—paper rabbits everywhere. Red, blue, green, white, all folded into little bunnies. "What the actual hell?!" Benny yelped. Chat lost it: "Bunny invasion!" "Zoey's trolling hard!"
Even in pixel art, the vibe was spooky. So many rabbits screamed obsession, like someone went nuts folding them. Why the moon? Why rabbits? More questions than answers.
Benny spotted a display stand. On it, a worn-out platypus plushie—yellow, black beak, kinda ugly. "Grab everything, game rule," Benny said, pocketing it. Chat typed: "Platypus gang!" "What's with the animal farm?"
He left the basement, asking the kids, "These rabbits—where they from?"
They shook their heads. "We're not allowed in there. But… we saw rabbits at the lighthouse!"
"Lighthouse?" Benny perked up. "Lead the way."
The kids guided him to the coast. Stars twinkled above. The lighthouse stood tall, its glow framing a bright moon. Waves lapped gently, reflecting the light. Pixel art or not, it was gorgeous.
"Zoey, you legend," Eggplant said. Chat agreed: "Pixel art masterpiece!" "This is straight-up art!"
By the lighthouse, a tombstone read, "My beloved wife, River." Johnny's wife, buried where the moon felt closest. Benny went quiet. The game's weight hit hard. No details on Johnny and River yet, but their bond felt heavy.
Inside the lighthouse, more paper rabbits. A big two-tone rabbit—blue limbs, yellow belly—stood out on the lamppost. "Key item," Benny said, grabbing it. Chat typed: "Fancy bunny!" "What's it for?"
Exploration done: rabbits, a platypus, a two-tone rabbit. Benny scratched his head. "No idea what's going on." Chat echoed: "Zoey's got us lost!" "Moon mystery's wild!"
The heart monitor beeped. Rosa called: "Gear's ready. We're diving into Johnny's mind."
Muffin's stream took over. As the screen blurred and stabilized, she gasped. "This is next-level!" A progress bar appeared—six stages, each a decade of Johnny's life. "A whole life in six bars," Muffin said softly. "Kinda sad."
Chat felt it: "Deep vibes." "Zoey's gonna break us."
Rosa spoke: "This is the furthest back we can go." The pointer sat at Johnny's latest memories.
"We can't just rewind?" Muffin asked, controlling Neil.
"Nope," Rosa said. "We find Johnny, figure out his moon obsession, then tweak memories step-by-step to plant the 'go to the moon' idea."
Chat buzzed: "Flashback mode?!" "This is straight-up cinematic!" "Grab some snacks, it's movie time!" "Detective Muffin, let's go!"
Muffin and Rosa found Johnny by the lighthouse, on a bench, staring at the sky. In reality, he was out cold; in his dream, he looked solid.
"Hey, old man!" Muffin picked "Play a prank" over "Say hello," smacking Johnny's shoulder.
He jumped, nearly sliding off. Exclamation marks popped over his head. "Who are you?!"
Chat exploded: "Muffin, you savage!" "Poor Johnny!" "You'll give him a heart attack!" "Old man needs a million bucks for that scare!"
Rosa snapped, "Neil, you're impossible! You'll kill him!"
"It's just a dream," Muffin laughed, shrugging. "Worst case, we restart."
Rosa sighed, turning to Johnny. "I'm Dr. Rosa Lee, this is Dr. Neil Watts, from WindyPeak LifeWorks. You know us?"
Muffin grinned, pointing at the screen. "Zoey, you sneaky genius! WindyPeak's running the show!" Chat joined in: "WindyPeak's dream empire!" "Gus and Zoey own everything!" "From PUBG to mind dives—insane!"
Johnny nodded slowly. "WindyPeak LifeWorks… you're here for my wish? To get me to the moon?"
"Not quite," Rosa said. "We make you want the moon, so it fits your life's logic."
Muffin, as Neil, asked, "So, Johnny, why the moon?"
Chat held its breath.
Johnny froze, then went quiet. After a beat, he said, "I don't know."
"What?!" Muffin blurted. Chat went wild: "No way!" "He doesn't know?!" "Zoey's playing us!"
Johnny looked lost. "I'm sorry. I don't know why. I just… have to go."
Muffin stared. The mystery thickened, hooking everyone.