"Oops! That Wasn't Supposed to Happen"

Deep in the forgotten bowels of a once-bustling department store-Level B3, where the escalators groan and the mannequins flinch-an eclectic group of sentient objects resides in limbo. From a cracked sale tag and a haunted vending machine to a poetic tiramisu jar and a psychedelic lava lamp cap, these 16 eccentric souls were abandoned long ago, left behind by a world that no longer remembered them.
They've built a strange but functioning life among the shelves, turning clearance racks into living rooms and display podiums into stages. Most days pass with harmless weirdness and the occasional spectral tea party.

But everything changes when Tag, a thrill-seeking neon price label, presses a forbidden, flickering button-twice.

And then maybe a third time.

What follows is a chain reaction of increasingly surreal mishaps:

A portal opens where a janitor's closet should be
Time begins skipping like a scratched CD
Pixel glitches into multiple versions of himself
Lull accidentally puts half the group into a nap-coma
And at least one forgotten mall god might be waking up
Now, the objects must band together-clashing, bonding, and revealing secrets-to stop reality from unraveling like a markdown sticker roll. Along the way, friendships deepen, truths surface, and even the most emotionally repressed hourglass may shed a single grain of tear-sand.