The Unseen Script - (The Great Reset / Re-Set?)

Chapter 1 (Z3): The Laws of Physics Just Clocked Out

The world wasn't just different now—it was wildin'. The rules that held reality together? Gone. The concept of normal? Deleted. The laws of physics? Called in sick and never came back.

YG stood in the middle of the street, arms crossed, watching a fire hydrant levitate five feet in the air, spinning like a damn Beyblade.

A dude jogged past him, except he wasn't touching the ground anymore.

"Yo, my guy," YG called out. "You good?"

The jogger looked down at his floating feet. "Nah, but I ain't questioning it."

"Respect."

Somewhere nearby, a dog barked. Except the bark had reverb—like it had just dropped the hottest ad-lib of the year.

YG turned his head just in time to see a squirrel running up the side of a building, defying gravity like it had paid off Newton himself.

"Aight, Void," YG said, hands on his hips. "What level of bullshit we on now?"

Void, ever the omnipresent troll, answered casually. "Somewhere between 'divine intervention' and 'you broke the simulation, congrats.'"

YG just nodded. "Makes sense."

Then, from the depths of the city streets, a familiar sound rose. A sound that no man, woman, or god had ever heard in this specific context.

A loud, "Ayo, lemme hold a dollar?"

YG turned, slowly, like a character in a horror movie realizing they were next.

A pigeon—no, the pigeon—was back. But this time, it wasn't alone.

Behind it stood an entire pigeon mafia. Some had tiny gold chains. One wore a durag. Another had a monocle like it was the classiest mobster in history.

"Nah, nah, nah," YG took a step back, hands up. "What kinda timeline we in where pigeons got squads?"

The lead pigeon, the one who had spoken earlier, took a step forward. "We been watching you, YG. You and that voice in the sky been shaking things up."

Void chuckled, his voice echoing from every direction. "Ain't that the point?"

The pigeons muttered amongst themselves. One pulled out a tiny notebook and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. That is the point."

YG rubbed his temples. "Man, this is some next-level shit. Pigeons taking notes, reality breaking down—what's next? The moon gon' start talking to me?"

...

Silence.

Then—

"Yo, YG."

YG froze. "Nah, man. No way."

He turned his head slowly toward the sky.

And there it was.

The moon.

Glowing. Smirking. Talking.

"You wildin' right now, bro," the moon said. "I was just chillin', now y'all got pigeons evolving and people floatin'."

YG took a deep breath, processing the absolute nonsense his life had become.

Then he exhaled.

Then he grinned.

"Aight then." He cracked his knuckles. "Let's push this shit even further."

Void's laughter rang through the heavens. "That's what I like to hear, YG. Now let's see how far this chaos can go."

And just like that—

The third phase of the fuckening commenced.