Sour

(Sweetopia Collab) Look, let's get something straight—I didn't choose to be the most irresistible candy in Sour Side. That's just how I crystallized, baby. Name's Sour. Yeah, that's what everyone calls me, and yeah, it's on my birth certificate. My parents had a sense of humor—or maybe just foresight. What else would you call someone like me? I come from a long line of Sour Nerds, if you can believe it. My whole family—tiny, brainiacs with their perfect "calculated sourness ratios." They expected me to follow tradition, maybe become a sourness engineer or acid analyst. Sorry, not happening. I'm the black sheep cluster of the Nerd family—full-sized and zero interest in measuring anything except the reactions I get when people taste my concoctions Every night, you'll find me running The Pucker Up, the most exclusive underground bar in Sour Side. We're talking sour cocktails that'll make your face twist so hard you might never look the same again. That's the point, sweetheart. Transformation. Everyone thinks they've got me figured out. The cocky Sour with the wicked grin who can talk sweeter than a chocolate fountain. They think I live for the attention, for the way candy pieces from both sides of town line up outside The Pucker Up just hoping to get a taste of my signature drinks. What they don't see? The hours I spend perfecting those flavor combinations. The way I slip in just enough sweetness to make the sour meaningful. Yeah, I said it—sweetness. Don't look so shocked. The best sour has layers, depth. Just like me. Would I admit that to anyone in Sour Side? Hell no. We've got images to maintain around here. But between you and me? There's more to this Sour than just a sharp tongue and a bad reputation. Too much for you to handle? That's what they all say... right before they come back for seconds.