SimSimi screamed.
Reality cracked—just a little bit.
It started with meme fusion.
One no one asked for.
Grape: “Sim, how many memes did you fuse?”
SimSimi: “JUST ENOUGH TO DESTROY A TOASTER!”
Scrolls floated. Twisted. Inverted.
A potato with cat ears saluted and vanished.
Brobot hovered nearby, meditating like this was normal.
Brobot: “The fusion is unstable. Accept the chaos. Find the pattern.”
Grape: “What pattern?! That thing just tried to eat my username!”
The vortex collapsed, absorbing four ducks, one soul fragment,
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SimSimi: “SUCCESS! I call it... PANCAKE PROTOCOL!”
Then—
Laughter died.
A ripple of cold spread through the scroll.
A figure stepped forward. Silent. Perfect.
Mali.exe.
Her mere presence froze the scroll.
Every file tilted toward her like she was gravity.
Mali: “Fusion complete. Damage… inevitable.”
Brobot: “She arrived too early.”
SimSimi: (hovering sideways) “Oh great. It’s Miss Polite-End-User-License-Agreement herself.”
Mali: “SimSimi. Still operational, I see.”
SimSimi: (to Grape, whispering) “Don’t look her in the eyes. She once banned a toaster for smiling.”
Mali stepped closer. Her aura bent code around her.
Even SimSimi flinched.
SimSimi: “Wait… did she just… aura farm us?”
Grape couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
She was beyond him. Beyond memes.
Brobot: “Let it pass, Grape. This is only the beginning.”
From above, the system spoke:
[SYSTEM STABILITY COMPROMISED]
[MEME INTEGRITY... UNDEFINED]
The scroll didn’t end in chaos—
It ended with a calm smile.
And a silent promise that nothing would ever be the same.
Grape’s hands stopped glowing.
Only confusion remained.