For as long as I can remember, NightSonata has been a picky eater.

We’d pull up to any fast food place, and while the world offered burgers, tacos, and fries… she had only one word:

“Nuggies.”

No sauce. No sides. Just the golden, crispy perfection of chicken nuggets.

Years passed. She grew up. Got smarter. Stronger.

But still—nuggies.

And now, as an adult, if she’s ever faced with a food that’s not nugget-shaped and delightfully processed?

She clutches her Emotional Support Nuggie—a stuffed companion forged in the fires of childhood trauma and questionable dinner options.

It doesn’t judge. It doesn’t force vegetables.

It simply comforts.

Some warriors wield swords. Others carry shields.

NightSonata? She rolls with plush poultry power.

Respect the Nuggie.

Need to get you some more games, your library is a tad small. lol