If Po Survived (ST3 AU)

The Superdome, usually a beacon of laughter and simple joys, was eerily quiet. Outside, the familiar, gentle breeze rustled through the grassy hills, but tonight, it carried an unsettling chill.
Po, nestled in her bed, stirred. A faint scraping sound echoed through the metal structure, drawing her attention. She blinked, her large, innocent eyes adjusting to the dimness. It was Tinky Winky, her best friend, his silhouette stark against the faint glow from the custard machine.
“Tink…?” Po mumbled sleepily, pulling her blanket tighter. “Why are you up so early…?”
But Tinky Winky didn't answer. He just stood there, unmoving, then slowly raised his hand. A sickening crunch ripped through the silence as his fist connected with the custard machine, shattering it. Po's eyes shot open, every trace of sleep banished by the sudden, terrifying act.
“Tink!!” she cried, sitting bolt upright. But he was already turning, his steps slow and deliberate, walking out of the Superdome, leaving behind a silence far more unsettling than any noise.
