Month's passed by, and yet the Anti-Theory still failed to manifest within their narrative line.
Throughout that time, the group tirelessly amplified their narrative's narrative energy, attempting to bait the Anti-Theory—hook it, and reel it in, ultimately consuming it within the trap they had so meticulously prepared.
And still… nothing.
An entire year slipped in silence.
Then, at long last, they felt it—an undeniable shift in the fabric of their reality. The narrative itself began to change. The Anti-Theory was finally breaching their layer.
They had to act swiftly.
Dr. Tofu sprinted down the corridor and burst into the operations room, slamming his palm against the machine's yellow trigger button. The Narrative Singularity Engine roared to life. They wouldn't be able to recover the concepts that had already been annihilated… but at the very least, they could prevent further systemic collapse.
Time was no longer a luxury—it was a countdown.
Now that the Anti-Theory's powers had been nullified, he should have been set in motion to—
Suddenly, the Anti-Theory materialized behind Dr. Tofu, seizing him by the collar and hurling him against the wall. In one swift motion, it turned, retrieved a revolver from within its coat, and aimed it directly at Dr. Tofu.
Dr. Vento and Professor Zeke burst into the room, panting heavily. Their eyes widened in horror.
Dr. Vento: "What the hell happened—"
Two bullets echoed through the chamber. The Anti-Theory had fired without hesitation. The rounds tore through their skulls, obliterating the upper halves of their heads—brains splattering grotesquely across the floor.
Their lifeless bodies collapsed with a sickening thud.
Dr. Tofu stared in disbelief, tears building in his eyes—but he had no time to grieve. The Anti-Theory lunged at him, delivering a devastating kick that sent his body sliding across the ground like a ragdoll.
Blood gushed from his mouth, but he reached into the inner lining of his lab coat and pulled out his custom ray gun.
Vreeeow!
The searing beam sliced clean through the Anti-Theory's right hand—the very hand holding its revolver. The limb dropped to the floor, smoldering.
Seizing the moment, Dr. Tofu rose shakily to his feet and charged, landing a solid punch that knocked the Anti-Theory off balance.
Without pause, he sprinted toward the Narrative Singularity Engine. The narrative—the omniverse within and the infinite omniverses that surrounded it.
He was going to reset it all.
Click.
Everything went white.