Chapter 5 (Z35): The Final Thread-When Fiction and Reality Collide

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SCENE 1: THE MOMENT EVERYONE REALIZED IT WASN'T JUST A STORY
BREAKING NEWS: LIVE BROADCAST INTERRUPTED

The screen flickered.

A news anchor in a crisp suit stammered as the script in front of him rearranged itself in real-time.

"Uh—ladies and gentlemen, we have—hold on—what the hell?!"

The teleprompter wasn't showing normal news anymore.

It was showing scripted dialogue.

From the Book of Revelation.

From Marvel.

From DC.

From How I Met Your Mother.

From Breaking Bad.

From every story ever told.

The lines blurred.

"Wait—this isn't—this isn't a broadcast anymore! This is a damn script! I'm READING lines that weren't even—!"

And then—

The news anchor vanished.

Rewritten.

Reality wasn't bending.

Reality was being edited.

SCENE 2: FLASH REALIZES THE TRUTH
Barry Allen was running.

Not just through time—

Through every reality.

Because for the first time in his life, he saw something terrifying.

It wasn't that he could time travel.

It wasn't that he could fix Flashpoints.

It was that—

He had never needed to.

Because every time he ran, every time he made a new timeline—

He wasn't creating alternate realities.

He was just switching channels.

"Wait—so you're telling me—every time I thought I ruined the timeline..." Barry gasped.

"I was just CHOOSING a different story?!"

YG leaned back on a cosmic chair, flipping through an invisible book.

"Yeah, dumbass. You thought this was some multiverse sh*t? Nah, G. This whole time, you could've just PICKED a different reality and STAYED there."

Barry: "So I—"

YG: "You LITERALLY could've just retired in one of them, bruh. Lived a whole life. Chilled. But nah, you out here stressin' over every lil' butterfly effect, runnin' back like a headless chicken."

Barry: "...I hate this. I HATE THIS."

YG: laughing "Nah, you love it."

Barry collapsed, hands on his head.

Everything he ever knew was a lie.

SCENE 3: LUCIFER AND CONSTANTINE REALIZE THE GAME IS BIGGER THAN HELL ITSELF
Lucifer Morningstar sat in his penthouse, swirling a glass of whiskey.

Constantine kicked back in his chair, smoking.

"So," Constantine exhaled, "we're in a script, yeah?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Seems that way. Not surprising, really. I always knew I was divine in more ways than one."

YG kicked the door open.

"Boys. We got a situation."

Lucifer sighed. "Oh, wonderful. What fresh hell is this?"

YG: "Revelation is happening. But guess what?"

Constantine: "What now?"

YG: "It already happened. We've just been playing reruns."

Lucifer and Constantine froze.

Because that meant one thing—

Everything, from Heaven's rebellion to Constantine's war with the underworld—

Had already been decided.

"...And let me guess," Lucifer smirked, "you're the one holding the remote?"

YG grinned.

"You got that right."

SCENE 4: VILLAINS AND HEROES STANDING SIDE BY SIDE—BECAUSE SH*T JUST GOT REAL
The Avengers.
The Justice League.
The legends of myth.

They all appeared.

One by one.

And for the first time, there were no sides.

Because it wasn't about good vs. evil anymore.

It wasn't about heroes vs. villains.

It was about waking up.

Because if everything was a story—

Then the only fight left was who gets to write the next page.

SCENE 5: THE FINAL QUESTION
YG stood before them all.

And he said:

"Alright. Now y'all know the truth. The question is..."

"Who's ready to break the script?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

(Because now, even the writers were scared.)

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