Barbie Vs Oppenheimer: Tale of Lies

The Rushed Ending

Oppenheimer: Justice is served
A voice: Is what you would think. wouldn't you... BUT PING PONG! you are wrong

Oppenheimer: What
Oppenheimer suddenly stands in middle of the void

Oppenheimer: Wha– What Where Am I
Voice: Welcome to Part-2! the mind break part

Soviet guy appears in front of him
Oppenheimer: You! the Soviet spy
Soviet: Yes Yes that's me!

Oppenheimer: What happened to the Russian accent
Soviet: Oh I'm not Russian. In fact I don't belong to any nationality or ideology.

Soviet guy puts a finger on Oppenheimer's mouth
Soviet: Before you say things like "having no ideology is an ideology in itself" shut the fuck up I don't care
Suddenly they are in a dining room

Oppenheimer: What the– Who the hell are you
Oppenheimer was panicking very hard

Soviet: Why don't we have dinner and discuss everything–
Oppenheimer tries to punch the Soviet guy.
Soviet guy blocks it with one finger

Soviet: Bit cliched huh... one sec
Suddenly a Teddy bear appeared in Soviet guy's hand and it was blocking Oppenheimer's punch with its paw
Soviet: Better.
Characters underscore two parenthesis one parenthesis, you can't win so why don't we have dinner.

Oppenheimer Sits down very unwillingly
Oppenheimer: So who are you

Soviet: Didn't that blonde tell you?
Oppenheimer: ... The... Great Shitposter?
Soviet: Yes and just Shitposter is fine
Oppenheimer: What are you planning to do....

Soviet: Don't worry a chapter's script is only 500 words long, you can go back very soon.
Oppenheimer: I don't have time to read novels, shitposter.
Soviet: it's not a novel! it's your life!
Oppenheimer: what!?
Soviet: Do you know why I made Barbie vs Oppenheimer?
Oppenheimer: to conquer the world isn't that right.

Soviet: conquer the world? hahaha mine is more complex than the desire to rule a bunch of fleshy idiots !
I want the world to admire my work! I want them to enjoy it and live off it!

Oppenheimer: wha.... what... what... but why.... why about me and some doll....
Soviet: It get em click.... My jokes don't land, character! my jokes don't land! it slides off the tray and falls on my feet in a non-comedical way! This is the only way! the only way I can get the people to look at my arts!
Oppenheimer: maybe you should improve your skills?
Soviet: my skills are top notch! It's not my fault these fleshy meat head have no sense have taste!

Oppenheimer: you arrogant piece of–
Soviet: We are the same, you know!
Oppenheimer: your eyes need some fixing
Soviet: You are literally me, I made you after me, not Oppenheimer!

Oppenheimer: what non-sens–
Soviet: you are inside a script greenbrain. Your action are all planned by me!

Oppenheimer: wha–
Soviet: your next line will be 'is this a jojo reference?'
Oppenheimer: is this a jojo reference?
What.... How.... this must be some....

Oppenheimer sees himself in a glass reflection. He looked like the shitposter.
Oppenheimer stood in confusion and suddenly they were in an empty wall.

Soviet: drawing is not cheap.
Now you have a few options on how you want to end this story.

One; we are the same. Fin

Two: you defeat me. The 'good' end

Three: I kill you. The bad end

Now choose.

Oppenheimer stares at the shitposter.
He breaks out his heart and smashes it in the ground.
Soviet: Oh, I forgot to tell you this. I won since you began reading.

The heart exploded like a atomic bomb