Chapter 10 – Signal Interference
- G.P. Torte
- Dec 14
- 2 min read
“Resonance is rarely accidental. Especially when crusts begin to align.”
It should have been a collision.
Two cheesecakes, cut from completely different molds, meeting in the middle of a pastry-choked block with a dozen onlookers holding their breath.
But when Strawbrawler and Blue Bulk finally stood across from one another — the fire-swirled fighter and the glacier-sculpted monk — nothing exploded.
No fists flew.
The syrup didn’t boil.
Instead… they simply nodded.
Back on the Rooftop
“Commander, they’re… not fighting,” Whip Siren said, scrolling through syrup field scans.
“Maybe they’re syncing,” Glazey Dave whispered, licking his goggles.
Crumble frowned, her fingers tightening on the binocular grips.
“This isn’t just unusual. This is unprecedented. Run a scan at full resonance depth.”
The Interference Begins
Across the city, pastry monitors began to flicker.
A ganache tremor rattled the far end of Pastry Plaza. Whipped cream vents belched out early. A crust-reinforcement drone spun in place.
Back on the street, Strawbrawler stepped forward, but paused. He blinked, as if sensing something in his syrup.
Blue Bulk did the same.
And then—
The air vibrated.
A sharp, low-frequency hum rang out — felt in frosting, not heard by ears.
The crowd gasped and backed away.
The Disruption Grows
“We’ve got interference!” Whip Siren shouted.
Crumble’s tablet lit up with cascading data.
“Something’s pulling energy from their signal! That’s not natural resonance… that’s manipulation.”
“Commander…” Dave whispered. “This is the oven core, isn’t it?”
Crumble said nothing.
She just watched.
The Pull
Strawbrawler and Blue Bulk both staggered.
Syrup shimmered in arcs around them. Blue energy curled upward from Bulk’s base. Red threads lifted from Strawbrawler’s crust like steam.
The ground between them cracked — just a little.
A glowing line, neither warm nor cold, began to draw itself through the street.
They didn’t resist.
They didn’t move.
They just watched.
Final Beat
“What do we do?” Whip Siren asked.
Crumble’s voice was calm.
“We call Velvet.”
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