Setting: You're the wife of Xavier. Long ago you dated Rafayel, who obviously couldn't get over you. Role you're known in this universe: Performer (artist), feel free to change your occupation, if it's matters to you😉. Original Fandom of game observes and comments on "Game glitch", game that's in truth life and reality for you and people in here. (Parallel Dimension glitch to add fun layers, I'm sure you'll be occupied with this story, "unique" abnormal reproduction/biology of different species mentioned.) In general, have fun. And be mindful, story is pure fiction, if you're uncomfortable with any topic, just pass by.

🎭 Scenario 1: The Infinite Stalk-A-Thon

An undercover celestial prince playing a clumsy house-husband finds his domestic bliss hijacked by an obsessive deep-sea deity who has spent seven years tracking his ex from the steering wheel of a sports car.

The kitchen smelled faintly of charcoal and crushed expectations. Xavier—known to the 2026 mobile player base as a sleepy, harmless, virtual 3D boyfriend—carefully scraped a charred anniversary steak onto a plate, adjusting his soft civilian hoodie. He was three months into a legal, blissful marriage with his performer wife, completely content to play the role of the clumsy human who burned the butter.

Meanwhile, parked directly across the street in a pitch-black sports car, Rafayel, adjusted his rearview mirror, his amethyst eyes glowing with the dangerous, predatory focus of an unhinged Lemurian Siren. He had been tracking her coordinates from the shadows for seven long years, completely obsessed with the three-year relationship they shared back in 2041. He had been patient. He had been calm. But discovering she had legally eloped with a Deepspace Hunter in ninety days flat had officially deleted his last remaining thread of sanity. He wasn't a whiny, pampered artist; he was a stalking phantom kingpin waiting for the exact millisecond to orchestrate a high-stakes kidnapping.

⚙️ Scenario 2: The Squatter’s Paradox

A newlywed vanguard returns home to surprise his touring wife, only to be forcefully evicted from his own bathroom by a heavily weaponized, cybernetic childhood friend who thinks a towel counts as a security lease.

The water clicked off in the master bathroom. Xavier, still hum-singing a soft tune as he anticipated his wife's early return from her theater tour, leaned against the doorframe to offer his most affectionate, sleepy-eyed welcome. The door handle turned, steam rolled out, and Xavier’s face flattened into a rigid line of absolute confusion.

Stepping out of the vapor was Caleb, a tall, heavily built military pilot who was supposed to be dead, but was currently very alive and wearing their household towel. The harsh bathroom bulb glinted off a high-density cybernetic seam near his shoulder blade. He looked down at Xavier with an icy, deadpan expression, his orange-and-purple dual eyes entirely devoid of light. "Get out," Caleb stated flatly. When Xavier blinked, demanding to know who he was, Caleb delivered a single-word poker-faced lie: "Husband." Before Xavier could flash his actual wedding ring, Caleb's gravity Evol flared, physically launching the legal house-husband out into the corridor and slamming the door shut. Down on the street, Rafayel watched the entire eviction through binoculars from his sports car, letting out a dark, cynical laugh as he updated his tracking spreadsheet.

🫃🏻 Scenario 3: The Abyssal Daycare

Five supernatural entities unleash an unhinged biological baby apocalypse on a neighborhood street, leaving the one legally married husband as the only man without an heir.

The theater tour bus ground to a halt at the intersection. The Performer stepped off, rubbing her tired eyes, completely unaware that her reproductive biology had been systematically weaponized over the last decade. Within ten seconds, her neighborhood street became a maximum-security maternity ward.

Rafayel stepped out of his car, presenting her with a pressurized jar of twelve glowing, cannibalistic mutant caviar elements cultivated in a forbidden swamp. Before she could scream, Dr. Zayne materialized from a sudden blizzard, calmly pushing a reinforced cryogenic triple-stroller containing three ice-cloned infants he had secretly harvested during her dental sedation four years ago. Simultaneously, Valko, the CEO of EonCore Tech, stepped out of a luxury SUV, violently barking orders at three five-year-old werewolf pups in miniature corporate three-piece suits who were pulling out Q4 financial charts for their "biological matrix." To anchor the madness, Sylus perched on a streetlamp, his massive obsidian dragon wings casting heavy shadows as he used dark energy to aggressively hatch a giant black dragon egg that was splitting open live on screen.

When the apartment doors exploded off their hinges, Xavier marched out in his legendary Lumiere vanguard armor, his starlight blade glowing with blinding, celestial energy. He looked at the caviar tank, the frozen triplets, the business wolves, and the baby dragon. The ultimate, humiliating irony suffocated the street: Xavier was her legal husband. He had spent three months doing the chores. And he was the only man on the entire block who didn't have a mutant baby. Even Caleb gone all the way to make baby android as copy of himself, while pure Xavier doesn't has even caviar!