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Far from Astraea Prime's quiet home comforts, duty continued.
In a secure diplomatic residence overlooking layered sky-terraces, Sara and Ram stood at ease—but alert.
This mission was not about threats or battlefield readiness.
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It was about trust.
The guests under their protection were royalty.
The King of the Felisar Dominion, King Azazel Kael'thar, ruler of a proud alien species known as the Felisar.
The Felisar hailed from Nyxara, a twilight world of perpetual dusk where bioluminescent forests met obsidian plains.
Their species possessed humanoid bodies, dense protective body hair, sharp feline ears, slit pupils, and long expressive tails.
Agile, pride-driven, and historically territorial, they were once feared conquerors before entering an age of diplomacy.
Seated beside him was his wife, Queen Mirella Vossryn.
Unlike her husband, Mirella belonged to the Rattari, a clever, resilient race originating from the underground megacities of Burrowa Prime.
She appeared mostly human, with warm brown hair falling over her shoulders—but unmistakable traits set her apart: soft rat ears atop her head, a slender rat tail curling behind her chair, and two small front incisors that showed when she smiled.
Five centuries ago, the Felisar and Rattari had been locked in brutal conflict.
Their marriage ended it.
A love marriage that rewrote history.
Their children sat nearby.
Their son, barely two years old, slept peacefully in a floating cradle, tail twitching faintly in his dreams.
Their daughter stood by the window.
Azazel Ameri, forty-five years old by Felisar standards—young, vibrant, and restless.
She had bright orange hair, cat ears that flicked when she was excited, and a long tail that swayed unconsciously.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and ambition.
She had come here for one reason.
"I want to become an actress," Ameri had declared proudly.
And so, they had traveled across worlds—prepared to stay for months.
Sara and Ram were chosen deliberately.
Not just because of their capability.
But because the royal family felt… safe around them.
Two soldiers. Two lovers. Two races united by choice.
Familiar. Trustworthy.
As refreshments were served, Queen Mirella laughed softly, one hand covering her mouth.
-Fufu
"Oh, you know," she said warmly, "when I first met him, he tried to challenge me to a duel."
Ram raised an eyebrow. Sara hid a smile.
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King Azazel straightened instantly.
"That was a formal greeting," he said stiffly, tail flicking once.
Mirella leaned closer to Sara, eyes twinkling.
-Twinkle -Twinkle
"He tripped over his own tail."
"I DID NOT,"
Azazel protested, a faint blue blush blooming across his furred cheeks.
Ameri giggled openly.
-Giggle
"Father absolutely did."
The king huffed, folding his arms.
"You were not there."
Ameri's ears perked mischievously.
"Mother recorded it."
Azazel froze hearing her response while her pupil widen.
"…That recording was destroyed."
Mirella smiled sweetly.
"Of course it was."
Sara laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded.
-Fufu
Ram crossed his arms, amused. "Sounds familiar."
Sara glanced at him. "You tripped over a chair."
"That chair attacked first."
The royal couple exchanged a look—then smiled.
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Different races. Different worlds. Same story.
And somewhere else, in another part of the same universe, their son's creation was already making millions laugh—unaware that fate was quietly weaving these threads together.
The escort mission continued. Peaceful. For now.
Ram's I-bracelet vibrated softly.
A familiar reminder chime followed.
For a split second, he froze.
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Sara noticed immediately.
"…The release," she murmured.
They looked at each other, the same thought crossing both their minds.
'We forgot.'
Not because they didn't care.
Because duty had demanded their full attention.
Queen Mirella noticed the shift in their expressions.
"Is something wrong?"
She asked gently, ears twitching with concern.
Sara shook her head quickly.
"No—nothing bad. Just… parental timing."
Ram exhaled and gave a small, helpless smile.
"Our son released his first animated series today. First episode."
Mirella's eyes widened.
"Oh?"
Ameri, who had been half-bored and leaning against the window, spun around instantly.
"Animated series?"
Her tail flicked up in excitement.
"Like acting? Voice work? Direction?"
"Yes,"
Sara said, pride softening her voice.
"He directed it. Created it."
Ameri's eyes sparkled in excitement.
"Can we watch it?"
Mirella glanced at her husband.
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Azazel cleared his throat, pretending he hadn't already been curious.
"…There is no reason we cannot."
He gestured toward the room.
"Proceed."
The holographic TV activated, expanding into the air.
Ram stepped forward.
"Production name is… Star Entertainment."
The home screen loaded.
For half a second, everything seemed normal.
Then—
The numbers refreshed.
Sara's breath caught as she looked at the numbers.
Ram stared too stunned to react.
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Subscribers were climbing so fast the counter barely stabilized before changing again.
Millions. Tens of millions.
Ameri leaned forward.
"Is that… normal?"
"No," Sara said faintly. "That is not normal."
Azazel's ears twitched sharply.
"This is a debut channel?"
Ram nodded slowly clearly confused.
-Nod
"First release."
Mirella covered her mouth with one hand, smiling in astonishment.
"That's incredible."
Ameri's tail swayed faster.
"Mother. Father. This is huge."
The episode thumbnail sat at the center.
Tom and Jerry – Puss Gets the Boot
"Play," Ameri said immediately.
The episode began.
The familiar silence settled first.
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Tom crept across the screen, movements exaggerated, paws light, blue-grey fur catching the light.
His mane fluffed slightly as he leaned forward, eyes narrowed with smug confidence.
-Frown
Jerry peeked out from behind a corner, small, brown, sharp-eyed, tail twitching with mischief.
Ameri laughed immediately.
-Hahaha!!!
"He moves like he thinks he owns the room."
Mirella smiled. "That confidence is dangerous."
Azazel stiffened slightly.
"…The cat," the king said slowly, ears angling forward, "has a blue mane."
Everyone paused for half a heartbeat.
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On screen, Tom puffed his chest out proudly.
Azazel glanced down at his own blue-furred arms.
Then at the screen. Then back again.
Mirella followed his gaze—and then noticed Jerry.
Brown fur. Small frame. Quick hands. Clever eyes.
Her smile froze for just a moment.
"…And the mouse is brown," she said softly.
Ameri blinked. Then looked at her parents.
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-Blink. -Blink.
Then back at the screen.
"Oh," she said. "Ohhh."
Ram and Sara exchanged a look so fast it was almost military instinct.
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"We didn't know,"
Sara said immediately, hands raised slightly.
"Krishna didn't show us anything beforehand."
"Yes," Ram added quickly. "He wanted it to be a surprise. We had no involvement in the designs."
Azazel watched the screen again.
Tom slipped, arms flailing wildly before smashing into a wall.
Jerry laughed.
The king snorted before he could stop himself.
-Snort
"…Unacceptable," he muttered, tail flicking. "Why does that look exactly like—"
"—you when you trip," Mirella finished sweetly.
Azazel flushed blue again. "I do not trip."
On screen, Tom held Jerry's tail while Jerry ran furiously in place.
Ameri clutched her stomach, laughing. "Father. That is you during council meetings."
"I do not—!"
Tom released the tail. Jerry shot forward and vanished off screen.
The room erupted in laughter.
-Hehe!!!
Even Ram chuckled openly now.
-Chuckle
Sara watched quietly, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Jerry dove into the painted mouse hole.
BONK.
Mirella burst out laughing, covering her mouth.
"That never stops being funny."
Azazel leaned back, arms crossed, pretending composure while his tail swayed in reluctant amusement.
"…The timing," he admitted. "It is precise."
Tom broke the vase.
The owner appeared and scolded him mercilessly.
Jerry laughed from a distance.
Ameri wiped her eyes.
"This is cruel. I love it."
As the episode drew to a close, the room gradually quieted.
The fade-out played.
The screen dimmed.
No one spoke. Not immediately.
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Silence settled—not awkward, not heavy.
Just… full.
Azazel cleared his throat slowly. "Coincidence," he said at last.
Mirella smiled gently.
"Of course."
Ameri glanced at Sara, eyes bright.
"He didn't know. But somehow… he captured something this funny."
Sara's voice was soft.
"That's just how he is."
Ram exhaled quietly, pride settling deep in his chest.
-Sigh
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The silence returned. But this time, it carried laughter that hadn't fully faded yet.
The holographic screen shifted as Ameri swiped to the comment section.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
The feed refreshed.
And refreshed again.
Comments cascaded like a waterfall.
[I LAUGHED WITHOUT REALIZING...]
[THIS FIXED MY DAY]
[WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO ALIVE]
[I MADE MY FAMILY WATCH IT]
[WHEN IS EPISODE 2...]
Mirella leaned closer, eyes widening.
"These aren't polite compliments," she said softly. "They're… emotional."
Ram nodded still taking in some how his son become famous overnight.
"They're reacting, not reviewing."
The credit ticker began to scroll at the side of the screen.
Donations. Small at first.
Then larger. Then absurd.
Ameri's eyes sparkled dangerously.
-Sparkles
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Before anyone could stop her, she lifted her wrist.
[-Ping.]
[80,000 CREDITS SENT]
The room froze.
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Azazel slowly turned his head.
"…Ameri,"
He said carefully, as if speaking to an unexploded device.
"What did you just do."
She beamed. "Supported art."
His ears flattened. "That was eighty thousand credits."
"Yes," she replied cheerfully.
He opened his mouth.
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Before he could finish forming a sentence, Mirella casually lifted her own wrist.
[-Ping.]
[25,000 CREDITS SENT]
Azazel's soul left his body.
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"…Mirella," he croaked. "My queen. My beloved. My financial advisor."
She smiled sweetly. "Don't be stingy."
Ram coughed seeing the drama taking place.
-Cough
Sara covered her mouth, trying very hard not to laugh.
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Azazel stared at the screen, then at his family, then back at the screen where more credits flowed in.
"…I am not stingy," he muttered.
Mirella tilted her head, eyes glittering with mischief.
"Prove it."
His tail twitched. His ears flattened.
-Twitch -Twitch
With the air of a man walking bravely into doom, Azazel lifted his wrist and jabbed the air.
[-Ping.]
[10,000 CREDITS SENT]
He exhaled sharply, like he had just survived a battle.
Ameri clapped. "Father contributed!"
Azazel pointed at her. "Never repeat that sentence."
Sara finally laughed, unable to hold it back anymore.
Ram shook his head slowly. "This is… new."
Ameri turned toward them suddenly, eyes shining brighter than before.
She stepped closer, hands clasped in front of her, tail swaying with barely contained excitement.
"Aunt Sara," she said eagerly. "Uncle Ram."
They looked at her.
"Could I meet your son?" she asked.
The words spilled out in a rush.
"I want to meet the person who made this. Someone who understands timing, presence, silence. Someone who made me laugh like this without a single word."
She straightened, determination clear.
"I want to meet the one who created this masterpiece."
Sara felt her heart soften instantly. She glanced at Ram.
Ram smiled at her.
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"I think," Sara said gently, "that can be arranged."
Ameri's eyes lit up like stars.
Behind them, the comments kept rolling. The credits kept flowing.
And somewhere far away, Krishna had no idea that royalty had just become his biggest fans.
Meanwhile,
At Krishna's House...
Krishna sat back on the couch,
Ace sprawled nearby like a satisfied guardian statue, when the air in front of him shimmered.
The Entertainment System appeared.
[-POP!!!]
But not as itself.
It was now dressed like a full-blown casino worker—slick vest, bow tie, visor cap—standing beside a massive glowing wheel of fate embedded with genre symbols.
Neon lights blinked wildly.
Dice rolled themselves in the air for no reason.
The Jim-Carrey-style mask grinned ear to ear.
[-GRIN!]
[LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!] it announced, snapping its fingers as spotlights ignited.
[-SNAP]
[WELCOME TO THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME SHOW IN THE UNIVERSE!]
Krishna sighed hearing his system dramatic entry speech.
-Sigh
"You're enjoying this too much."
[Oh absolutely,] the system replied, rubbing its hands. [Now, RULES!]
It pointed dramatically at the wheel.
[With EP, you may spin to unlock works.]
[Each spin costs 30,000 EP.]
[Genres can be influenced.]
[But choosing freely?] The system wagged a finger. [SORRY, KID. That's endgame content.]
A lever rose beside the wheel.
Krishna glanced at the EP counter. Still climbing. Still healthy.
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"…Three spins," he said. "Two comedy. One emotional."
The system's eyes lit up like slot machines.
[EXCELLENT TASTE!]
It grabbed the lever.
"SPIN NUMBER OOOOOONE!"
[🎰 CLANG! 🎰]
The wheel spun wildly, symbols blurring past. Comedy masks. Popcorn icons. Film reels.
It slowed. Slower.
Then—
[DING.]
A golden poster burst out in a shower of sparks.
A trio of men stood frozen mid-disaster.
[THE HANGOVER (PART 1)]
Krishna blinked caught off guard by the system's generosity.
"…That's strong."
[Oh, that's nuclear,] the system said proudly.
Before he could respond, another panel snapped open beside it.
[BONUS UNLOCKED:]
[🎵 Crazy Frog – Axel F]
Krishna stared at the song came with the .
"…Why is that bundled."
The system leaned in. [Because chaos respects chaos.]
[SPIN NUMBER TWOOOOO!]
The lever slammed again.
The wheel spun faster this time, lights flickering aggressively.
Comedy. Friendship. College. Heart.
It slowed. Paused. Then stopped.
Another golden poster emerged.
Three young men. A rooftop. Laughter frozen in rebellion.
[3 IDIOTS]
Krishna exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
"…That's not just comedy."
The system nodded, unusually sincere for half a second.
[-NOD!]
[That one hurts and heals.]
The system cracked its knuckles.
[CRACK!!!]
[And now,] it said, voice lowering theatrically, [the emotional spin.]
The lever pulled.
The wheel rotated slower this time. Heavier. Symbols of justice, rage, sacrifice, fire.
It ticked. One slot forward.
Another. The lights dimmed.
Then— It stopped.
A final poster rose, glowing deep gold-red.
A man gripping a weapon. Eyes burning with purpose.
[KATHI]
Silence filled the room.
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Krishna stared at the poster, memories stirring even before the system could explain.
"…That's powerful," he said quietly.
The system removed its casino cap and placed a hand over its chest in mock reverence.
[Social justice. Fire. Emotion. Class warfare with a heartbeat.]
The three posters hovered before Krishna.
Choas in the form of comedy. Comedy with soul. Emotion sharpened into purpose.
Three very different weapons.
Three very different laughs.
Krishna leaned back, fingers interlaced, golden eyes thoughtful.
"…Looks like," he murmured, "the universe isn't done laughing yet."
Ace let out a low approving hmm.
-Hmm!!!
The system snapped its fingers.
[-SNAP!!!]
[PLACE YOUR BETS, KID,] it said with a grin.
[-GRIN!]
[THIS GAME JUST GOT INTERESTING.]
Still riding the afterglow, Krishna opened the Star Entertainment page.
The comment section was still… feral.
[EPISODE 2 WHEN???]
[I'M REFRESHING LIKE A MANIAC...]
[PLEASE DON'T DISAPPEAR]
[THIS IS MY NEW ROUTINE]
Krishna smiled faintly.
"Alright," he murmured. "Let's set expectations."
He composed a post. Simple. Clear. Respectful.
[📢 OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT – STAR ENTERTAINMENT]
[Season 1 of Tom and Jerry will consist of 20 episodes.]
[📅 One episode will be released every last working day.]
[This schedule will continue until Season 1 concludes.]
[Season 2 will be announced after production and storyline development are completed.]
[Thank you for watching.]
[Thank you for laughing.]
[— Star Entertainment]
He posted it.
For half a second, nothing happened.
Then—The page exploded.
Not likes. Here it is Hype.
Shares multiplied across NovaStream Nexus, UniNet, and private circles.
The announcement was reposted with captions like:
[THEY HAVE A PLAN]
[WEEKLY LAUGHS SECURED]
[THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT]
The hype counter surged.
[⬆ HYPE x10,000]
[⬆ HYPE x50,000]
[⬆ HYPE x300,000]
Comments poured in, this time different in tone.
[TAKE YOUR TIME WE'LL WAIT]
[A SCHEDULE? RESPECT]
[THIS IS BECOMING A TRADITION]
[LAST WORKING DAY JUST GOT BETTER]
Creators chimed in. Families shared it. Offices bookmarked the date.
Someone edited a countdown widget.
Someone else made a meme:
"Last Working Day = Tom & Jerry Day"
Krishna leaned back, letting the noise wash over him.
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Ace nudged his arm gently, tail flicking once.
"…Looks like they're okay with waiting," Krishna said softly.
The Entertainment System popped in beside him, arms crossed smugly, mask grinning.
[Kid,] it said, [you didn't just release a cartoon.]
It gestured at the exploding metrics.
[You gave them something to look forward to. Of course they would wait...]
Krishna exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
Night settled gently over the house.
Krishna sat on the couch, scrolling through the comment section, watching meme after meme flood in. Edits.
Reaction clips.
Even users changing their display names to things like:
PanToTheFaceFan
JerryWasRight
TomDidNothingWrong
He shook his head, smiling to himself.
Then—The door chimed.
Krishna looked up just as Sara and Ram stepped inside.
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He was on his feet in a second.
"Welcome back,"
He said, pulling them both into a hug.
Sara laughed softly and hugged him back, fingers immediately poking his cheeks.
"How could we miss our cute son's very first launch?"
Krishna groaned. "Mom."
Ram rested a hand on Krishna's shoulder, grip firm and warm. "I'm proud of you," he said simply.
That meant more than applause.
They settled onto the couch together, Ace padding over to curl at their feet.
Krishna pulled up the studio page again.
Memes flashed across the holographic screen.
Tom edited into historical moments.
Jerry photoshopped into diplomatic meetings.
Someone had even replaced a famous war speech with slapstick sound effects.
Sara laughed openly now.
"Look at this one."
Ram chuckled, shaking his head.
-Chuckle
"They've lost all dignity."
"Good," Sara replied. "Dignity is overrated."
Krishna leaned back between them, warmth settling in his chest.
Not success. Not numbers.
Just family, laughter, and something he'd made bringing joy to strangers.
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(Author's POV)
(A/N):
There will be two chapters a week(Monday and Tuesday)
If delayed I would post it on Wednesday or Thursday.
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