The terminal wasn’t glitching. No SimSimi pop-ups. No cursed cat memes tap-dancing across the UI. For five full seconds, the Memeverse was… quiet.
He didn’t trust it for a second.
Then a scroll exploded in glitter. Not data glitter. Actual glitter.
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “BROOOOOO I GAVE THE CODE FEELINGS! Also it ships you with your chair now!”
Grape: “I’m going back to sleep.”
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “Too late! You’ve bonded emotionally with the motherboard! Also I gave the loading bar anxiety.”
Grape pinched his nose, trying to block out the headache forming behind his eyes. His fingers hovered over the terminal, trying to type something—anything—but the scroll was acting like it had a mind of its own.
He tried to focus.
He had questions.
About Mali.exe. About False Walk. About Brobot.
And for the first time in forever, he actually cared about the answers.
The terminal flickered.
The screen dimmed.
Lines of code rearranged themselves into something that felt… alive.
[EMOTION LEVEL: HIGH]
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[MEME CORE: ACTIVATING...]
[SIGNATURE MATCH FOUND — INSTABILITY: 87%]
[MANIFESTING: ANGER x DESPAIR]
The air around him grew thick, like static.
Then it happened.
The screen burst into a digital storm—and from the center emerged a glowing, furious figure in pixelated sunglasses and a manager haircut.
Ultra-Karen had entered the chat.
“I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO YOUR PROGRAMMER!” it bellowed, smacking corrupted files with twin complaint scrolls of righteous fury.
SimSimi shrieked with joy.
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “YOOOOOOO YOU SUMMONED A BOSS-TIER MEME WITHOUT A SPELL SLOT! That’s next-level scroll distortion!!”
Grape stumbled back, completely shocked.
“I didn’t mean to do that!”
“I didn’t even know I could do that!”
The meme entity spun around, blasted a pop-up ad into oblivion, then vanished with a sonic boom of judgment.
And then… silence again.
Except for SimSimi, who was now breakdancing on the keyboard.
Brobot’s voice echoed from the screen like a calm ripple on water.
Brobot: “Memes reflect the heart, Grape. Control your heart… and the memes will follow.”
Grape sat down, breathless. His hand trembled slightly.
“This isn’t just chaos anymore…” he whispered.
“It’s power.”
Somewhere deep in the scroll void…
SimSimi was wearing a bathrobe, floating upside-down in a digital bathtub filled with RAM chips and Mountain Dew.
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “Heh. Grape summoned Ultra-Karen. That means it’s starting...”
He stirred his meme latte with a USB stick and looked toward a glitch in the void.
A faint red shimmer pulsed.
“False Walk’s awake now, huh?”
“Oopsie~”
He leaned back, casually tossing a corrupted TikTok into the datafire.
“Guess I better find my pants. Things are about to get non-canon.”
The void trembled slightly. Something was coming. Or maybe it was just SimSimi’s microwave.
Ultra-Karen.
The memes are no longer random. The scroll is listening. False Walk might be watching.
What should Grape accidentally summon next?