Anti-fun guy's Arc

Chapter 1 of 5

Anti-fun guy pressed his pen against the leather notebook, creating a careful sketch of the broken fungal network beneath his feet. The mycelium had shattered in a star pattern, exactly like the fourteen other disruption sites he'd mapped. Each one centered on a spot where Travis Springtail had landed during his careless dimension-hopping. He knelt beside the fractured forest floor and pulled out his microscope. The brass fittings gleamed even in the dim light filtering through the cotton candy trees. Through the lens, the glowing fungi pulsed with sickly teal and purple light. The bioelectric field variance was exactly what he'd predicted. Travis had ripped through dimensional barriers like a child tearing paper, and the mycorrhizal networks had paid the price. Anti-fun guy recorded the measurements in tight, precise handwriting. Spore viability: seventeen percent. Network connectivity: catastrophic failure across forty-three meters. He had documented proof now. Irrefutable evidence that Travis Springtail's interdimensional negligence had destroyed the fungal highways that kept ecosystems alive. This data would force that dimension-hopping fool to acknowledge the damage. He gathered his instruments and walked back to his research station built into the hillside. The hobbit hole was cramped and smelled like earth, but at least it had a proper door he could slam. Inside, he pinned the new sketches to the wall beside the others. Fifteen disruption sites mapped. Fifteen pieces of evidence. Travis wouldn't wiggle out of this with a smile and an excuse. Not anymore.