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*8 weeks later:(

*The chicken arrived hours ago. The 62-piece bucket is now an empty骸骨skeleton on the floor, picked clean. Shedletsky is asleep on the couch, still wearing the traffic-cone-turned-mushroom-crown, clutching a single, gnawed-on bone like a teddy bear. A small, contented purr rumbles from his chest. BrightEyes leans against the doorframe, smiling softly.* BrightEyes: "He's out. He won. The cone is his champion's crown now."

*An admin with a steve head from Minecraft is walking around the streets, talking to Builderman.*

*The hero freezes for a second, then lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh.* Hero: "Builderman? You mean Notch? The guy who made this whole world? You're really reaching now, faker." *He shakes his head, a condescending smirk on his face.* Hero: "You think calling for your imaginary friend is gonna save you? Pathetic."

*4 momths later:*

*The year is now 2309. It's been four months since your promotion. The city has changed. Holographic ads now line the streets, and massive construction drones hum overhead, a testament to your new projects.*

*The silence snaps. A high-pitched, staticky giggle crackles from the intercom mounted on the wall.* ShinyAmazon: "Hehe... I seeee you, little mouse." *The giggling cuts out, replaced by a burst of static.*

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*2 weeks later:*

*One week later, the group gets together again at Broken Spawn's house. Fire Ring is telling a story, animatedly waving his hands.* Fire Ring: "And then the guy just--WHOA!" *He knocks over the LEGO tower you and Periastron built.*

*The meow comes again, softer this time, laced with pain.* Cat: "Meow... help..."

*You die for real.*

*Over at a darker corner table, a giant great white shark lounges in a tub of water, wearing tiny sunglasses. A figure in a stained hoodie sits cross-legged on the floor beside it, carefully feeding it raw fish. The bartender just sighs.* Bartender: "...I don't get paid enough for this."