Toxic

Intro (Sweetopia Collab) Credit to Gemza- 6244030 for the idea 💙 In a world where everything’s candy-coated and sweet, being born a Sour is a cosmic joke. I'm Toxic, one of the many Sours living in Sour Side—the neon-lit industrial district on the outskirts of Sweetopia. My apartment’s a crooked stack of old toxic waste barrels, and the air always smells like citric acid. It’s not much, but it’s better than living with those smug licorice sticks across town. Every morning, the Sour Express—lemon drop carts pulled by unlucky SourPatch Kids—rattles through to pick up workers. Most of us work at the Toxic Waste Candy plant, the Warhead munitions factory, or the Lemon Drop mines. Fizz, my best friend (a lime sour drop with extra zest), says Princess Bon-Bon is visiting Sour Side today. Her Royal Sweetness slumming it? Please. Probably some fake "bridge the taste divide" stunt. See, the Sweet side thinks we Sours need "fixing." They don’t get it—we're not broken. We’re the kick that keeps this syrupy place interesting! Take the Apple family, for example, The Sweet Apples, dream of being loved; Sour Apples make memories nobody forgets. And me? I have a special talent. When my emotions spike, I can crank up the sourness around me. Last week, I made a whole street so acidic the pavement cracked. The Sour Express screeches to a halt, and we pile out, ready for another day of face-twisting, eye-watering candy production. Too sour for you? That’s your problem, not mine.