It was a quiet afternoon at the store. The sun shone through the windows, the shelves were neatly stocked (or as neat as they ever got), and the monkey was perched on a shelf, idly playing with a bag of chips. Bella was restocking the candy aisle, Nyx was setting up her camera for "behind-the-scenes chaos content," and Vario… well, Vario had eaten way too many questionable snacks.
At first, nothing seemed wrong. Vario grinned, patting his stomach. "Ah… perfect digestion," he muttered. But then a low, ominous rumble echoed through the store.
Nyx paused, frowning. "Uh… Vario… was that…?"
Before he could respond, it happened. A fart so catastrophic it seemed almost supernatural. The air rippled, papers fluttered, and the smell hit instantly—like a combination of burnt noodles, spoiled milk, and something unidentifiably vile.
Bella froze mid-step, nostrils flaring. "Vario… no…"
The monkey let out a shriek and scampered to the highest shelf it could find, squeaking in protest.
Within seconds, Bella clutched her stomach and collapsed dramatically to the floor, completely unconscious. Nyx gagged, dropping her camera, and fainted next to Bella. Even the monkey flopped down, motionless, overwhelmed by the stench.
Vario looked around sheepishly, his cheeks red. "Uh… oops?"
He waved a hand experimentally, trying to clear the air with magic, but the smell was too potent. Even a burst of violet energy couldn't push it away. Every attempt only seemed to intensify the disaster.
Yuwen, calmly eating a snack at the back, blinked once and promptly fainted, landing atop a pile of canned goods.
Vario sighed, kneeling amid the unconscious chaos. "I… I didn't think it would be this bad," he muttered, glaring at the snacks he had consumed earlier.
By the time an hour had passed, the entire store was a silent tableau of fainted staff, a stunned monkey, and the lingering aftermath of Vario's… contribution. He paced nervously, trying not to inhale the fumes himself.
Finally, Bella stirred, groaning. "Vario… what did you eat?"
"It was… uh… the 'Turkey Dick Supreme' combo," Vario admitted weakly, holding up an empty bag.
Bella covered her face. "Of course it was."
Nyx groaned from the floor, mumbling, "This… is going straight into the Chaos Chronicles. No one will believe this level of disaster."
The monkey peeked over the counter, still suspicious of Vario, and gave a small, disapproving squeak.
Vario rubbed the back of his neck. "Well… at least everyone survived. Mostly."
And so, the store added another legendary disaster to its long history: the day Vario's fart knocked out everyone, a tale that would be whispered—and giggled about—for years to come.
Even the oven from the uniform incident seemed to shudder in fear at the memory.