The rebel base was tense.
Plans were being drawn. Maps were being marked. People were whispering about explosives and infiltration.
And then Hope Wilde walked in wearing a glitter cape and holding a juice box.
"Who summoned me?" she asked, dramatically sipping.
The room fell silent.
Commander Reyes stepped forward. "We've reviewed your file."
Hope blinked. "I have a file?"
Y/N whispered, "It's mostly glitter-related incidents."
Newt added, "And mic crimes."
Reyes cleared his throat. "We want you to join our psychological warfare division."
Hope gasped. "You want me to emotionally destabilize WICKED with sass?"
Reyes nodded. "And glitter."
Hope dropped her juice box. "I accept."
🧠 The Training Begins
Hope was given a desk.
She immediately covered it in stickers.
Her first assignment: create chaos without violence.
Her solution?
Glitter bombs with passive-aggressive notes:
Mic broadcasts that sound like motivational speeches but end in insults:
Snack sabotage: She replaced all WICKED rations with marshmallows shaped like middle fingers.
Y/N was crying from laughter.
Newt was crying from stress.
Hope was thriving.
🎤 The First Strike
Hope hacked into WICKED's intercom system.
"Hello, morally bankrupt scientists. This is your conscience speaking. You're grounded."
She followed it with a remix of elevator music and dramatic sighs.
Then she launched glitter drones.
Each one dropped a note:
"You've been mic'd. Love, Hope."
WICKED agents panicked.
One screamed, "She's in our walls!"
Another sobbed, "She's in our hearts."
🌌 Final Scene
Back at camp, Hope sat on a throne made of beanbags.
Reyes approached. "You've done more damage than our entire explosives team."
Hope clicked her mic.
"I'm a weapon of mass distraction."
Y/N collapsed onto the floor, wheezing.
Newt sat beside her, exhausted but proud. "She's unstoppable."
Hope sipped her juice box. "And I haven't even started."
