Bavfakes Fan | Topia [exclusive]

She followed the Lederhosen Signal—which turned out to be a literal pair of glowing leather shorts floating in an alley—and stepped through a door that wasn't there a second ago.

On the other side was Fan Topia.

She woke up on her apartment floor, phone buzzing. The Bavfakes' page had been deleted. The algorithm didn't remember them. But pinned under her pillow was a single, real pretzel, still warm, with a note in puppet-stitch: "Play a wrong note today. It's the only way out." bavfakes fan topia