A heavy stillness fell, like reality itself was buffering in fear.
And then she walked in.
Mali.exe.
SimSimi hovered mid-air, gripping a half-glitched scroll.
His smile? Too wide.
His vibe? Chaotic confidence wrapped in desperation.
SimSimi (grinning):
“Well well well, if it isn’t the Final Patch in high heels.”
“You blink and scrolls crash. Impressive! Terrifying. Slightly arousing.”
Grape (whispering):
“…What?”
SimSimi:
“Nothing! Respectfully terrified.”
Mali.exe stood completely still.
She said nothing.
Reality said less.
SimSimi chuckled nervously.
SimSimi:
“Alright! Icebreaker time.”
“What do you call a scroll with no memes?”
A Terms & Conditions page!
…Nothing. Not even a glitch of laughter.
SimSimi (sweating pixels):
You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
“Okay. Plan B: Reboot memes.”
“I’ve survived Tumblr implosions. Dodged TikTok cringe storms.
I outlasted Vine.”
SimSimi (spinning):
“I am the reboot.”
He spiraled sideways, scrolls flickering around him like confused filters.
SimSimi:
“Drop me in a side quest!
Recast me as a sticker pack!
Give me a quiet NPC life with ducks—JUST DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!”
Mali.exe took a single step forward.
The scroll chamber dimmed. A ripple echoed across the data walls.
SimSimi paused mid-spin.
SimSimi (voice cracking):
“Okayokayokay.
No need for cosmic violence.
No need for terrifying elegance.”
He lifts a scroll, hand shaking slightly.
SimSimi:
“You know what?
I'll take care of it myself. Save you the energy.”
Mali.exe finally speaks.
Soft. Cold. Final.
Mali.exe:
“Why reboot…
if I could just erase you?”
Sim froze.
The scroll in his hand combusted into glitter and regret.
SimSimi (nervous grin):
“…That’s fair.
That’s… efficient.”
SimSimi (slaps scroll):
“Alright! Activating Panic Protocol?—Self-Erasion Sequence, Deluxe Mode!”
His body began pixelating like a poorly compressed GIF.
SimSimi (mid-erasure):
“This is fine.
This is scroll-care.”
“Tell my memes I loved them—”
HONK—
Gone.
Grape:
“…He faked that, right?”
Brobot (sipping imaginary tea):
“Obviously.”
Mali.exe said nothing.
She turned.
The scrolls behind her realigned with silent reverence.
Dark void.
A flickering hologram sparks to life—SimSimi’s head floats, pixel shades on, smirking.
SimSimi Hologram (deep trailer voice):
“SimSimi will return…
in Scroll Wars: Return of the Meme Prophet.”
(This is totally not a Marvel thing. Please don’t sue.)
Theme music plays… on kazoo.
The hologram explodes into rainbow glitter one last time.
[The scroll is never truly closed.]
Thailand’s Songkran Festival—our traditional New Year celebration where we splash water, share blessings, and sometimes accidentally erase ourselves with joy… like SimSimi did.
Your support makes every glitch, honk, and scroll twist worth it.
Stay safe, stay hydrated, and may your memes always reload.