CHAPTER 15: CUSTOM FIRMWARE
Finn's finger hovered over Option C—and then the screen glitched.
A new option appeared:
D) PIZZA-VERSE PROTOCOL (UNSTABLE. DELICIOUS.)
Zara squinted. "What the actual hell is that?"
Before Finn could answer, the vending machine exploded, showering them in cosmic Cheetos.
A figure crawled out of the wreckage—a Finn with a pizza-stained hoodie and a chef's hat made of code.
"FINN #PIZZA!" he announced, tossing a slice into the void where it bounced like a screensaver. "I'm from the Delivery Dimension. We've got a problem."
THE SAUCE CRISISPizza-Finn snapped his fingers. The white room reconfigured into:
A celestial pizzeria with black-hole ovens
Zara's toaster now modified to toast entire galaxies
Kael, inexplicably wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron
"Okay," Pizza-Finn said, pointing to a holographic pizza missing two slices. "This is the multiverse. Those missing slices? That's your doing."
Finn stared. "I ate the universe?"
"No, dumbass. You delivered it." Pizza-Finn pulled up a security feed:
The missing pizza slices floated in space—but now, something was eating them.
THE HUNGERThe screen zoomed in. The "something" was:
A massive, furry paw the size of a solar system
Claws that cut through dimensions
One glowing red eye winking from the cosmic darkness
"Oh come on," Zara groaned. "It's a space cat?"
Pizza-Finn nodded gravely. "The Nyanpocalypse is coming. And it's yourfault for feeding it."
Kael dropped a tray of void garlic knots. "Plot twist! The cat's my ex."
[SYSTEM ALERT: NYANPROTOCOL ACTIVATED]
Estimated time to universal digestion: 12 minutes
Final Line of Ch.15:
As the first meow shook reality, Finn grabbed a pizza cutter and Zara's hand. "New plan. We're opening a food truck."