John floated above the gigantic corrugated edge of the cartridge, staring down at… Sparkly glitter and oversized candy corn. Not very intimidating, as possible game-changers go, but very effective.
He took a deep breath and summoned the wind, feeling the power begin to whirl around his hands. The air around him began to move faster and faster, whisking clouds of the stardust out of their future. Some of it got on him – into his clothes, mouth, hair – but he was too focused on the task at hand to care. Some teasing from Dave was a small price to pay to getting the glitches removed. Soon enough, nearly all of the candy – um, delicious fake teeth – and sparkly stuff was gone.
John sighed in relief and then pawed at his mouth, hacking out the glittery dust. Oh, gog, that tasted horrible! He was glad that he was over with-
Oof! John made an audible sound of pain, doubling over and holding at his stomach. He didn't feel so good, not at all. Shaking, he crawled over to solid ground and spread out next to the cartridge, trying to reclaim his breath.
What was in that stuff, anyway? He thought while he coughed violently. A label was next to him. John slowly picked it up and read it quizzically, wondering what on earth "Special Stardust" could do.
A/N: Based off of this: ironicapples . tumblr post/52963061484/i-have-a-theory-as-to-what-happen ed-to-john-maybe
/slightly bends canon whoops
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