EVERY DAY
IS DOOMSDAY.

So he took it personally.
Across every universe.

Before the mask, he was just a Shiba called Miso. A good boy. A simple boy. A boy with one squeaky duck and absolutely no understanding of macroeconomics.

Then someone threw his duck into a mysterious green portal. Miso built a mask from a toaster, stole the curtains, and became Doctor Mood: self-appointed ruler of the Doomerverse.

His masterplan? Collapse every timeline until he finds the one where nobody touches his stuff. His only weakness? “Who’s a good boy?”