after loosing from jai badly jai want to host game show and Council of Cosmic Clowns: The Jai Incident"
In the boundless void between realities, where logic, time, and sanity cease to exist, a massive circular table hovered—suspended by nothing, floating on whispers of forgotten gods. Around it sat the Cosmic Council, beings whose very names shredded dimensions: Lucifer Morningstar, Azathoth, the Scarlet King, SCP-3812, The One Below All, The Great Evil Beast, Chaos King, AM (from "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream"), Hajun, Crimson King, Great Darkness, Nyarlathotep, and so many more.
The topic?
Jai.
The human(?) anomaly who broke into a mid-tier Eldritch realm and casually bullied existence.
Azathoth's left eyelid twitched—an impressive feat, considering he had neither a head nor a conscious mind most of the time.
"Did… Did he really make 10 eldritch abominations do the Egyptian dance... and then die from shame?" whispered Nyarlathotep.
Chaos King grunted. "At least it wasn't the Moonwalk like what happened to the Null Beasts of Sector-Black… Damn thing died mid-spin."
"Better than what happened to those 34 Reality Reapers. They slipped on bananas," muttered SCP-3812. "Bananas!"
Lucifer sighed, sipping his celestial wine. "He grilled one. GRILLED. AN. ELDRITCH. With barbecue sauce."
The One Below All growled. "He made one of my creations wear a hoodie that said, '#IHeartJai.' I don't even know what a hashtag is."
Suddenly, a rift tore through the air. No warning, no dimensional alert.
A black-haired young man with crimson eyes stepped through casually, holding a slice of pizza, and wearing a jacket that said, "I own your fear."
"OIIIIII!" Jai grinned madly, forming a Korean finger heart. "Why are you all doing a council meeting without me? That's not fair."
The entire council fell silent. All eyes wide.
SCP-682, the legendary Hard-to-Destroy Reptile, screamed… and poofed into a cute plushie lizard with big anime eyes, whispering, "N-not humiliation… not again…"
Crimson King and Scarlet King suddenly reappeared from thin air—wearing pink tutus—and doing the Apache dance on a tiny stage conjured by Jai.
Behind them, SCP-999 giggled and bounced happily, joining the show like it was Broadway night.
The SCP Council of 05 Elders were watching from a secure feed—one dropped his monocle, one fainted, and another tried to delete himself from every possible timeline.
Azathoth's turn came.
Nowhere and everywhere at once, the great nuclear chaos of all creation… was on a cloud-shaped pillow embroidered with "Sleepy Wuvvy Puffy Boomer." He was gently singing:
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what Jai's wrath are…"
He clutched a pillow—Jai made it.
Next victim: Trigon, the demon overlord.
Now seated beside Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls, both were doing the Baby Shark dance, visibly disturbed.
"I can't stop! Why can't I stop!?" screamed Trigon.
"Who am I?! WHAT AM I?! WHY AM I IN A TUTU?!" Bill screamed, triangle tears falling.
Meanwhile, a game show set materialized.
Theme music played—"Welcome to 'Who's the Next Victim?'!"
Jai stood on stage, mic in hand. On the hot seat? Dormammu.
Jai smiled.
"Dormy! You ready?"
Dormammu glared. "I will not participate—"
"Too late! Here's your question!"
Question: What does Jai do when he's angry?
A. Destroy realities.
B. Feed his enemies pineapple pizza.
C. Kidnap you and make you do frog dance.
D. All of the above.
"…what?" Dormammu whispered.
"Ten seconds!" Jai yelled. "Audience, you can vote too!"
Suddenly, hundreds of interdimensional beings appeared in a crowd with voting clickers.
One being sobbed, "Option D! It's always D! HE MADE MY MOTHER DO K-POP!"
The timer hit zero.
Correct Answer: D.
Dormammu vanished.
Reappeared.
Wearing a frog costume.
Jai gave a wink. "Don't worry, froggy. I'll let you go after dishes."
Then, the lights dimmed. Every single being received a bento box and a pair of notes written in elegant yet terrifying calligraphy.
Note 1:
"You have two options:
Reveal who was behind tormenting me across realities.
OR
Die while thinking about this one question:
How the hell did I make you wear crocs and scream 'Uwu' in 13 dimensions simultaneously?
Sincerely, your new nightmare."
Note 2:
"Third Option (Secret!):
Get away from all realities—especially the ones I call home—unless I personally invite you.
Once your task is done, leave instantly. Do not linger.
With Love,
-Jai
(P.S. Enjoy the kimbap.)
(Finger Heart photo attached)"
Silence.
Cosmic silence.
The kind that made galaxies tremble and timelines twitch.
Photos flickered in the air.
Selfies of Jai making a V-sign with EVERY council member.
Even Lucifer.
Even The Great Darkness.
Even Yog-Sothoth, who was clearly mid-cry, holding a karaoke mic.
Lucifer blinked. "…when… did he take that?"
The Great Evil Beast murmured, "I… don't even remember being there."
SCP-3812 whispered, "He… he transcended my fourth-wall break…"
Suddenly, the sky tore open.
Rain.
An eldritch rain dance was being performed—by the corpse of a realm itself.
They danced.
It rained.
They died.
One elder god slipped on a banana.
Another found themselves inside a shopping mall, buying clothes with "Finger Heart Forever" printed across the chest.
"Where did the mall come from?" asked Nyarlathotep, quivering.
Someone replied, "It's not just a mall… it has a food court."
From above, Jai's voice rang:
"Oh, by the way… tickets for the next musical concert are on sale!"
Yog-Sothoth, teary-eyed, looked up from his plush pillow. "Do I have to sing again…?"
"Yes, you sparkle marshmallow," Jai replied from nowhere.
In the far corner, a squad of eldritch beings were gathered around Charlie Chaplin reruns—and spontaneously exploded from laughter.
Another group were forced into yoga, screamed in agony as they stretched, then died.
The camera shifted.
The Scarlet King and Crimson King had been forced into a musical about friendship, tap-dancing with SCP-999.
The Scarlet King broke mid-chorus: "THIS IS NOT CANON!"
Suddenly, silence.
Jai reappeared once more. His clothes burned, face smudged with soot.
He had just defeated the Dungeon Boss—not with power…
But by feeding him delicious homemade curry until the ancient beast cried and dissolved.
Jai smiled at the council. Formed a Korean finger heart. Then snapped.
Bento boxes appeared again. K-pop music began playing faintly.
A new note floated up.
Final Note:
"If you still want smoke with me, that's fine.
But don't you dare come near my loved ones' universe.
Or else…
I don't know who'll be next to get kidnapped.
Maybe you'll die by flying fish.
Or plushie panda.
Frog dance? Could happen.
Finger hearts? Guaranteed.
Your call."
With eternal chaos and love,
Jai
(Send bento reviews please.)
Silence.
The entire Cosmic Council sat frozen, staring at each other, then at the now-empty space where Jai had vanished.
A long pause.
Lucifer finally stood.
"…I vote we never speak of this again."
"Agreed."
"Yep."
"Absolutely."
The Great Darkness raised a shaky hand. "We're… getting therapy, right?"
Azathoth, from somewhere far away, softly whispered in rhythm:
"Twinkle… twinkle… little pain…
Jai will break your minds again…"
"A Sleep Beyond Eternity"
He had broken everything—reality, gods, logic, fear. For so long, Jai had been the chaos, the punchline, the unpredictable anomaly no eldritch terror dared whisper about without offering it a fruit basket in apology.
But now…
He was tired.
Not physically. Not mentally. He could still shatter dimensions by blinking wrong. But emotionally—he was done.
He didn't even remember why he'd tormented the Council anymore. He didn't laugh when Azathoth sang lullabies. He didn't smirk when the Scarlet King did ballet. He didn't even feel joy when he turned SCP-682 into a plush toy again.
Because deep inside the last fragment of his soul…
There was nothing left to feel.
He couldn't taste food. Not real food. Not love-infused curry. Not desserts made from the soul of sugar itself. He could only taste poisons, curses, divine wrath, and the bitter essence of madness.
Everything else?
Felt like ash.
The damage done to him during the eons of eldritch torment had numbed him to more than just pain—it had numbed him to life.
His body was still human.
But his tongue?
His emotions?
His ability to enjoy the little things?
Shattered.
A rift opened behind him, swirling with silver mist and the scream of forgotten dimensions. Jai, now in rags of celestial energy and torn shadows, took one step back.
"Where does it lead?" he muttered.
No one answered.
He didn't want to fight anymore. Didn't want to win or lose. Didn't want to prank or flex or create cosmic musicals.
He wanted—
Peace.
So he fell into the rift.
CRASH!
Glass shattered.
Tiles exploded.
Water sprayed.
Something warm and soft broke his fall.
A roof cracked. A bathroom lit by candles dimmed.
And under him—someone screamed.
"W-WHAT THE HELL?!"
Jai groaned, his body bare, celestial remnants flickering away. His breathing slowed for the first time in millennia.
He'd landed on someone.
And the moment their skin touched—
Warmth.
Comfort.
Relief.
Like all the poisons, all the pain, all the curses and venom and wrath inside him were pushed away by the tiniest human sensation:
A comforting embrace.
No armor. No powers. Just bare skin on skin.
Whoever it was, her aura was safe.
Her soul was kind.
Her heartbeat? Steady.
Jai's crimson eyes fluttered open. He saw her face.
Soft. Blushing. Eyes wide with shock.
She reached up, confused and flustered. "W-who are you?! You just—crashed through my roof—what are you—are you naked?!"
Jai didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
His entire body gave out.
For the first time in thousands of years…
He slept.
Right there. Arms loosely around her.
Breathing calmly. A peaceful, human smile on his face.
She blinked, mouth open, cheeks burning red.
"…he just passed out."
Her gaze softened.
He looked so… broken. So exhausted. Like the whole world had weighed him down, and only now did he find a moment to let it go.
She didn't understand it.
But she reached for a towel and draped it over him gently.
"…Guess you can rest for now, stranger."
She didn't notice how the entire multiverse shivered slightly…
Because Jai had found peace.
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