A frog floated by, wearing pixelated sunglasses.
A glitchy rubber duck quacked in reverse.
The scroll hadn’t recovered since the “fusion attempt.”
SimSimi was spiraling.
“Nope. Nope. This is wrong. She’s early. She never glitches in early. This isn’t a trial—it’s a purge!”
Grape squinted through the glitch storm.
“Wait… who—”
The air changed.
Not like before, when memes exploded with chaotic energy.
This was different.
The sound disappeared.
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The scroll dimmed.
The code held its breath.
Then, without warning—
A smooth tear in space opened.
Silent. Precise.
Mali.exe stepped through.
Her heels didn’t click.
Her suit didn’t crease.
Reality just… adjusted itself to her presence.
She didn’t glow.
She didn’t demand attention.
She simply was.
Grape froze.
Brobot stepped forward, tense but composed.
“Mali… You’re not supposed to be here yet.”
The words came out slower this time.
As if he’d said them before—
and never got an answer.
She tilted her head, expression unreadable.
“This interaction has exceeded protocol.
I am here to restore order.”
SimSimi screamed from beneath a flickering beanbag:
“BRO, SHE’S WEARING THE ADMIN BOOTS—
THE BLACK ONES WITH HEELS.
WE’RE SO SCREWED.”
Grape took a step back.
“Uhh… can I go back to the frog puzzle instead?”
Mali.exe said nothing.
She looked at Grape.
Not through him—
into him.
The scroll glitched once—softly.
All the memes in the room vanished.
No bang.
No snap.
Just—
Order.
but somehow makes the whole system go silent.
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