Image Description: The cover shows a surreal, space-fantasy scene. In the foreground floats Norman, a plain golden-brown ring donut with a light dusting of sugar. He has friendly eyes, a small smile, and dough-textured arms and legs, standing with a hint of “old rocker” casualness. A faint star-shaped sugar patch marks his side. Behind him, a glowing bakery portal shimmers, showing wooden shelves inside Gloria’s Bakery. Beyond the portal stretches the Donut Dimension: frosting clouds swirl, cinnamon-sugar planets orbit caramel suns, and sprinkles glitter across nebulae. In the distance, a glowing orb — the Sugar-sphere — radiates sugary light, hinting at the adventure to come. The title at the top reads: The Donut Dimension – Volume One: Norman and the Sugar-sphere.
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The Donut Dimension – Volume One: Norman and the Sugar-sphere- Chapter Two – Planet Crème Prime
Good morning folks.
The ripple has opened. Norman, once plain and unremarkable, has already been pulled through the bakery portal into a universe of frosting clouds and sugar-crusted plains. On Ringus Minor he met Jammiana, a fearless jam-filled explorer, who warned him that the glaze holding their worlds together is starting to thin.
Now, aboard the Custard Comet, Norman travels further into the Donut Dimension — to Crème Prime, where custard geysers are beginning to falter. There, an eccentric inventor named Professor Choco-Sprinkle reveals a startling truth: the collapse may be coming from the very centre of the universe itself.
The adventure continues…
Chapter Two – Planet Crème Prime
The Custard Comet looked like a coffee mug had swallowed a spaceship. Its porcelain hull gleamed with chocolate swirls, and a faint smell of espresso clung to the cabin. Norman sat nervously in a saucer-shaped chair, watching the stars blur past the window as Jammiana steered them away from Ringus Minor.
“First time off-world?” she asked.
“First time off-shelf,” Norman admitted.
The ship purred, dipping through frosting clouds and slipping between rings of cinnamon. Beyond them, a golden planet swelled into view. Its surface steamed and bubbled like a pudding left too long on the stove.
“Crème Prime,” Jammiana said proudly. “Richest custard core in the dimension. And right now… very unstable.”
The Custard Comet touched down on a spongy plain that wobbled under their feet. Norman blinked as a geyser of hot custard burst skyward, splattering back down in great gloops. The air smelled of vanilla and scorched sugar.
Out from behind a sugar boulder shuffled a curious figure. He wore goggles crusted with icing, his coat smeared with cocoa powder, and his hands perpetually sticky from half-finished experiments.
“Professor Choco-Sprinkle,” Jammiana introduced. “Eccentric inventor. Equal parts genius and hazard.”
The professor lifted his goggles, peering at Norman. “Plain! Excellent! Finally, someone without fiddly fillings to distract the glaze currents.” He rummaged in his pocket and produced a half-melted diagram scrawled on baking paper. “The problem isn’t here on Crème Prime. No, no, no! It’s at the Hole. The Hole at the Centre of the Universe.”
Norman swallowed. “The… Hole?”
“Yes!” the professor cried, waving his arms until custard splashed on his coat. “A void shaped like a missing bite. All glaze fields tug toward it. If the Hole breaks wider, every donut world collapses back into your bakery window!”
Jammiana frowned. “How do we get there?”
The professor lowered his voice. “The map. Hidden on the sprinkles of Asteroid 99. But beware — it drifts through the Chocolate Chunk Belt, where fritter gangs prowl.”
Norman tried to imagine navigating a storm of molten chocolate chunks while being chased by fritters. His sugar dust seemed to prickle nervously.
Jammiana tightened her liquorice belt. “Sounds like a Tuesday. Come on, Norman. We’ve got a sprinkle to scrape.”
The Custard Comet rumbled to life once more, lifting off as geysers roared beneath them. Far below, Crème Prime bubbled and spat, a custard heart beating too fast. Ahead, somewhere in the dark, sprinkles waited — and so did danger.
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