He was wrong.
It began with a voice.
Soft. Polite.
Terrifying.
“Please top up before continuing.”
But this time, Grape felt it.
Not just a system message.
A presence. Like someone was… watching.
Then she appeared.
A digital silhouette — elegant, sharp, perfect posture.
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Eyes like glowing sapphires. A polite smile that could end empires.
Mali.exe
“Welcome, user. I’ve been expecting you.”
Grape froze.
Brobot took a step forward.
“Mali… You’re not supposed to be here yet.”
Mali tilted her head, expression unchanged.
“This interaction has exceeded standard protocol. I am here to ensure order.”
SimSimi flapped into view, hovering upside down.
“AYO it’s the final boss lady! I’m out—unless she wants to fight in chess. Or UNO.”
Grape had no clue what was happening anymore.
He just wanted an OTP.
Now there was a monk, a chicken, and…
A goddess of digital destruction smiling politely at him.
This was going to get complicated.