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Dungeon Crawler You!
The world ended on a Tuesday. Not with an explosion. Not with a war. Not even with the mercy of a proper apocalypse. The buildings simply disappeared. Then came the dungeon. Sixteen floors of monsters, traps, loot, and increasingly ridiculous challenges stand between humanity and whatever waits at the bottom. Most crawlers won't make it past the first floor. Y/N wasn't supposed to survive this long. Neither was Carl. And yet, somewhere in the chaos of the dungeon, their paths collide. Carl has Donut. Donut has opinions. And now, whether any of them like it or not, they have Y/N. Three crawlers. One very angry cat.
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