Grape stared at the screen, his reflection flickering like a malfunctioning meme.
Grape: “Who am I?”
Was it worse that he was named after a fruit, or that he had no idea what he was doing in a meme-powered universe?
He typed into the chat window.
Grape: “Am I just a sidekick? Just here to follow Brobot?”
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “Yo, you’re Grapefruit, bro. A walking fruit with a meme cannon. What do you expect?”
Grape rubbed his head.
Grape: “No, I mean… something more. Not just a human. Not just… a fruit.”
A soft hum vibrated through the air.
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Then a voice echoed in his thoughts—sharp, calm, absolute.
Mali.exe: “I’ve been expecting you.”
The atmosphere snapped like someone turning life’s volume to 11.
Grape blinked, disoriented.
Grape: “Wait, what? Why are you here?”
Mali: “I’m here to ensure order. But first... you must find your place in this chaos.”
Her eyes gleamed with quiet power.
Her words cut deeper than they should’ve.
Was he really just a meme sidekick? A throwaway gag in someone else’s scroll?
Mali: “Let’s see if you can handle the truth.”
Her smile sent chills.
Before Grape could reply, chaos returned on cue.
S.I.M.S.I.M.I: (hovering upside-down) “Yo! Final boss lady’s here. I’m out—unless she wants to play chess. Or UNO.”
Grape clenched his fists.
His thoughts were still a mess, but one thing clicked:
He wasn’t here to follow. He wasn’t here to survive.
He was here to meme. On his own terms.
Grape: “Maybe I’m more than just a meme, Sim. Maybe it’s time I take the lead.”
SimSimi laughed. Loud.
But the look in Grape’s eyes wasn’t the same.
Then—the scroll shifted.
A meme battle erupted between the three.
Insults flew. Emojis screamed. Fonts mutated.
But through the chaos, Grape stood his ground.
Not a sidekick. Not a glitch.
Just Grape.
And the scroll… was watching.
The Memeverse answered:
“You are chaos with a keyboard.”
