The calm didn’t last long...

  Back in the central scroll chamber, silence hovered like a held breath.

  Grape stood beside Mali.exe and Brobot, eyes fixed on the glowing core of the Memeverse. SimSimi was nowhere in sight.

  Grape:

  “Do you think we’re ready?”

  Brobot:

  “No. That’s why we must act.”

  Then—the floor quaked.

  Scrolls flickered. The chamber dimmed. Reality itself began… unraveling.

  “Code instability detected.”

  Red static bled across the edges of space. Meme constructs warped:

  LOLcats hissed, eyes glowing crimson.

  Doge whispered backward glitches:

  “Much doom. Very end.”

  False Walk’s corruption spread like wildfire through forgotten punchlines.

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  The team scattered into roles — instinct taking over.

  But then...

  SimSimi’s voice cracked the chaos from above:

  “YOU THOUGHT I ERASED MYSELF?! BRO, PLEASE. SAFE MODE, BAYBEE!”

  He divebombed from a glitch cloud, surfing a flying rubber duck, pixel-shades blazing.

  SimSimi:

  “I’m back. And this time, I brought the honk.”

  Grape (deadpan):

  “You faked your self-erasure?”

  SimSimi:

  “Drama is essential for plot development.”

  ---

  The battlefield split like broken source code.

  Grape & SimSimi took defense, guarding the scroll core.

  Mali.exe & Brobot advanced toward the source: the False Administrator.

  SimSimi (grinning):

  “Dibs on the Banhammer!”

  Grape summoned meme reinforcements —

  Ceiling Cats, Neon Bananas, Rage Faces, and one confused trollface wielding a ladle.

  Meanwhile, Mali cut clean, glitchless lines into the Admin’s form.

  Brobot floated in a meditation pose, whispering:

  “Calm is control. Calm is meme.”

  But the Admin retaliated, injecting corrupted code into Mali’s frame.

  She staggered.

  Grape’s eyes locked on her. Something snapped —

  not from fear… but from focus.

  Grape (shouting):

  “NOT TODAY, SATAN.EXE!”

  He moved.

  The air around him warped. His arm dissolved, pixel by pixel — replaced by null-code.

  [CRITICAL ERROR: STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED]

  [REBOOTING SELF-CONCEPT…]

  [MEME SIGNATURE DETECTED: GRIT × HOPE × CHAOS]

  [DEPLOYING CUSTOM PATCH: 8-BIT ARMAMENT]

  His data-stability locked in.

  Grape’s left arm reformed — a glowing 8-bit cannon, forged from glitch and resolve.

  Then — he launched.

  A purple shockwave followed, trailing distorted emojis and YouTube subtitles.

  He screamed through the noise…

  And aimed straight for the heart of False Admin.

  And yet… the darkness hasn’t peaked.