Things went swimmingly for Pac over the next few days. He ate, ate, and ate.

And yet, he didn't know what was really in it for him.

Traditorus spied on Pac for every meal he consumed over the next few days. He watched, watched, and watched.

But he too didn't know what was in it for him.

It was late at night in the dormitories. Pac was sleeping soundly above Spiral's bunk. Suddenly, he heard… whooshing? Coming from the window?

He opened his eyes to see…

"Blinky?" Pac groggily asked, still half-asleep. The other three ghosts floated in. "What are you guys doing here?"

The red ghost whispered, "Traditorus has another scheme up his sleeve, and the worst part is, it's already in effect!"

At that moment, Pac's eyes widened as far as they could and he fell out of his bunk in shock, the resulting thud waking up Spiral as well. "What's going on?" The rad red friend asked.

Pinky continued the conversation. "He's been feeding you rotten food, and I mean rotten!"

"Yeah," added Inky, "the kind of stuff we eat!"

"Roaches and slugs and eyeballs-" Clyde began before Pinky motioned for him to can it.

Pac was confused. "How, exactly? Everything seemed fine to me."

"That's the thing!" Blinky responded. "Everything seems fine to you because you don't know it!"

"All those people serving you that food - they've been possessed!" Pinky chimed in. "And they've managed to disguise your meals too!"

Pac thought back over to the past few days. Now that he thought about it, those Double Triple Waka Waka Deluxes did taste a bit funny. Those crunchy Pac-Rinds were a little too crunchy. And something felt slimy about that mango shake.

"So what exactly is gonna happen after all of this?" He asked.

"We don't know," Blinky replied, "but there's no way it'll be good!"

Spiral returned to the dorm room, seemingly having gone to the bathroom quietly. He covered his mouth in disgust. "Never mention Netherworld food in front of me ever again."

The day in Ms. Globular's history class started out fine. Well, until Pac started faltering in the middle of an assignment.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Mannington?" the spectacled blue teacher inquired.

Pac got himself together in a second, yet still felt a little off-balance. "Er, nothing, Ms. Globular! I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night!" Globular simply stared, a bit suspicious but continued nonetheless.

"Ah, pellets," Pac thought, "Blinky and company were right. That food really was nasty!"

After another minute or two of squirming in his seat in silent pain, Pac finally got up. "Ms. Globular, may I please be excused to the rest-" his question was cut off by screaming outside.

Everyone crowded up to the window. "GHOSTS!" they all yelled in unison before scrambling around the room in fear, despite Ms. Globular's attempt at reassurance.

Pac fumbled around inside his backpack for his emergency supply of Power Berries. "Great," he thought, "I left it in the dorm."

With no time to waste, Pac ran outside the classroom to handle the situation himself. But his beeline toward the exit doors was hindered by more bouts of cramps and gagging.