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Before she could scream, a voice crackled through her headphones. It sounded like a cheerful robot being crushed by a hydraulic press: “FITGIRL REPACK, FRESH INSTALL. TO EXIT, COMPLETE THE TRANSFORMATION.”
Tap. Tap. Hold. Tap.
Lena blinked.
If I jump here on the left, I’ll land there on the right. If I wait one beat…
Lena’s hands were no longer on her keyboard. They were resting on… cold, flat glass. She looked down. Her legs were gone. Her body was a square. A cyan square with a tiny, terrified face. fitgirl geometry dash
“What the—” Lena whispered.
Her square body lurched forward. She realized she could move only in straight, rigid lines. Tap. She jumped exactly one unit. Tap. Another unit. She had to land precisely on each coin. One coin was positioned over a pit. She calculated the distance. Five units. No margin for error. Before she could scream, a voice crackled through
She was halfway through the level, approaching a tricky series of rotating blocks, when the screen flickered.