Sammy and Jandel

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The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from his monitor. Empty mugs and half-eaten snacks surrounded his desk. His crown had slipped slightly from his head, his tie loose from long hours of work. The spider on Sammy's shoulder twitched as he approached, its yellow skin glowing faintly in the dark room.

︵‿ ⊹ ︵‿୨ ♡ ୧‿︵ ⊹ ‿︵ Sammy's Concern

Sammy crossed his arms, his red suit reflecting the light from the screen.

"Jean, listen to yourself," he said firmly. "Your eyes are red, your hands are shaking, and you're talking about 'exploding' like it's nothing. Updates won't mean anything if you burn out before you finish them."

-ˋˏ✄Jandel's stubbornness

Jandel's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his monkey tail twitching restlessly.

"I can't stop now," he muttered. "The community is waiting. If I slow down, someone else will take the spotlight. The garden has to keep growing, Sammy. It has to outshine all other games."

Sammy's Counterattack

Sammy leaned his elbows on the desk, blocking his view of the code. White headphones hung from his neck, and his spider necklace glinted in the screen light.

"What about you? You're the one behind the garden. If you collapse, the garden collapses with you. You treat yourself like some NPC who doesn't need rest. You're not just a creator—you're still flesh and blood, Ian."

The turning point

Jandel looked up at him, his red crown drooping lower, shadows appearing under his eyes. For a moment, he opened his mouth to protest, but no words came. His eyelids trembled, heavy with fatigue. The room seemed to spin.

Sammy quickly grabbed his hand.

"See? You can't even keep your balance. Come on, Jan. Just one more