The second George Droyd stepped through the smoke, the world caught fire.
Jet lunged first, fast as a bullet. Her black scythe blurred through the air, a slash aimed for George's jugular.
George caught the blade mid-air with his bare hand.
"Bitch if you don't get that weak ass Fruit Ninja shit outta here..." he growled.
Then he yanked her forward — and headbutted her so hard her helmet cracked and blood sprayed out of her mouth.
Jet crumpled instantly, twitching on the ground.
"DUMBASS DOWN," George barked, spitting blood from his own busted lip.
Effie jumped next, muscles swelling, roaring like a drunk Marvel cosplayer.
"Catch these HANDS, nigga!!" she bellowed, swinging a punch the size of a car at George.
George dipped low, shoulder-checking her knee with a sickening crunch.
Effie's leg bent the wrong way.
She screamed in agony, tumbling over and crushing a dead pillar under her bulk.
"Clumsy ass hoe built like a Honda Civic," George laughed.
Sunny moved fast — shadow arms erupting from his back, blades flashing.
"GET THIS NIGGA OUTTA HERE!!" Sunny shrieked.
They clashed — steel against fists, shadows against cracked skin.
Sunny fought dirty — stabbing low, kicking kneecaps, throwing sand in George's face.
George fought dumber — swinging wild haymakers, biting, grabbing, throwing rocks.
Nephis entered the fray, moving like a silver flame.
Her sword radiated divine white fire, each swing cutting the air itself.
George grunted as a burning cut slashed across his ribs.
"Aye bitch chill out, I ain't no rotisserie chicken!!" he yelled, staggering back.
Kai, in his full dragon form, swooped down, trying to claw George.
George punched Kai right in the snout so hard that teeth flew out in a bloody arc.
"GET YO SISSYASS DRAGON BREATHIN' HEADASS OUTTA HERE!!" he roared.
Kai crashed into a wall, transforming back into a human mid-air, naked and unconscious.
Cassie stayed back, hands glowing faintly — trying to predict George's moves — but it was useless.
George was pure chaos, unpredictable like a cracked-out hurricane.
Still...
The tide was turning.
Nephis slashed again, and white fire engulfed George's shoulder, melting through his hoodie and burning deep into his flesh.
He howled, skin sizzling, reactor sputtering.
Sunny rammed a shadow spear straight into George's stomach.
"Eat shit, nigga!!" Sunny screamed, twisting the spear viciously.
George staggered back, coughing blood.
His vision blurred. His knees buckled.
Everything slowed.
The sand under him darkened with his blood.
He could feel himself slipping...
slipping...
When suddenly—
A cold, nasally voice echoed in his skull.
"George? George Droyd? This is Mark Zuckerberg... can you hear me?"
"Finally... finally, I established uplink."
George's eyes fluttered, confused.
"Yo who da fuck—"
"Man I'm dyin cuh leave me alone mane—"
Mark's voice sharpened:
"Listen to me carefully."
"You were never just a fenthead, George."
"You are Version 2.1 of the NiggaLink-CyberDaemon Initiative."
"I hardcoded emergency Overdrive Protocols into your reactor."
George coughed up blood, barely holding consciousness.
"Bruh what the FUCK are you talkin about mane—"
"I'm ACTIVATING IT," Mark said coldly.
"FENTANYL OVERDRIVE MODE — FULLY UNLEASHED."
In George's chest, the fentanyl reactor pulsed once—
twice—
then exploded with blue light.
George's body twisted — muscles bulging grotesquely, veins black and shining.
His broken skin regenerated instantly — but now covered in jagged black tattoos.
His eyes burned electric blue, brighter than headlights.
His teeth sharpened into fangs.
"OHHHH YEAH BITCH I'M BACK IN THIS HO!!" George howled, voice deeper, warped.
He tore the shadow spear out of his stomach and snapped it like a twig.
"WHO READY TO DIE FOR REAL CUH!!" he bellowed.
Nephis slashed at him again —
George caught her sword mid-swing with one bare hand.
The white flames hissed against his skin — but didn't burn him.
He squeezed the blade so hard it cracked.
"Lil white bitch you 'bout to be BBQ," he snarled — and PUNCHED her square in the chest, sending her flying through two concrete walls.
Sunny charged next, shadows wrapping around his fists, screaming his lungs out.
George sidestepped — and grabbed Sunny by the ankles mid-air.
He slammed Sunny into the ground like a goddamn Looney Tunes character.
Over and over.
Blood splattered everywhere.
"TALKIN ALL THAT SHIT NOW YOU A PANCAKE CUH!!" George cackled.
He flung Sunny's limp body across the courtyard.
Jet tried to crawl away —
George stomped on her back, cracking her spine.
Effie tried to stand up on her broken leg —
George grabbed her by the neck and twisted until her head lolled at a sick, wrong angle.
"BITCH BUILT LIKE A PRETZEL NOW," he muttered.
Cassie stood frozen, horror written on her face.
"...can't predict chaos..." she whispered.
George turned to her, grin wide and wild.
"AYO BLIND BITCH YOU NEXT-"
Before he could move —
Nephis burst back through the rubble, white flames blazing like a miniature sun.
Her robes torn, eyes murderous.
"You... abomination..." she hissed.
George cracked his knuckles.
"COME GET THIS FENTY PACK THEN CUH!!" he screamed.
-
The ruined courthouse smoldered.
Blood soaked the sand.
The bodies of Sunny's squad lay crumpled, twitching, broken.
And at the center — two titans stared each other down.
George Droyd, veins pumping raw liquid fentanyl, reactor glowing nuclear blue.
Nephis, divine fire wreathing her body in ghostly silver-white.
The sky overhead turned red.
The final battle had come.
"Yo, platinum ho," George sneered, chest heaving.
"You finna catch this black-death special."
Nephis raised her blade in both hands, white flames licking her fingertips.
Her face remained cold.
Emotionless.
But a flicker of something dark gleamed in her silver eyes.
"You are a stain on existence."
"I will cleanse you, abomination."
George grinned wide, his teeth razor sharp.
"Bitch you built like a stain removal commercial, shutcho lame ass up and CATCH THESE FENTANYL POWERED HANDS!!"
Without warning, Nephis struck —
a blur of light and fury.
George moved, slower but unbreakable, parrying her flaming sword with his bare fists.
Every strike that missed split the ground apart, leaving molten craters.
Every strike George landed rattled Nephis' bones, making her cough blood.
They clashed, again and again —
white flame against fent.
Each hit louder than a gunshot.
Nephis ducked low, slicing George's thigh open to the bone.
Blue blood and sparks gushed out.
George roared and headbutted her —
a crack like a thunderclap — snapping her nose sideways.
Nephis staggered, her perfect face bloodied for the first time in centuries.
Meanwhile — in a hidden satellite station orbiting Earth:
"Excellent data collection!"
Bill Gates adjusted his glasses, studying the battle feed.
"The Overdrive program's resilience is far beyond expectations."
Mark Zuckerberg nodded, sipping a protein shake mechanically.
"Fascinating. The NiggaLink cognitive override is adapting in real time."
"George's niggerosity levels are peaking at 113%. Truly unprecedented."
Bill smirked.
"Nephis should have just updated her firmware."
They both chuckled coldly.
"Look at that finesse," Zuck said, eyes gleaming.
"He's built like a fucking fent angel."
NiggaLink AI blared inside George's mind, hyped out of its goddamn mind.
"AYO DONT LET THAT WHITE HOE PRESS YOU BLOOD!! SWING WILDER CUH!!"
"BREAK HER SPINE NIGGA!! BREAK IT!!"
"NIGGA FENT GOD ACTIVATE!!"
Nephis spun, white fire erupting into a towering inferno.
George charged straight through it, skin burning, reactor howling.
He slammed into her like a wrecking ball.
They grappled —
hands clawing, teeth gnashing.
Nephis stabbed him again and again —
the sword piercing into his chest, but never deep enough.
George drove his knee up into her gut, making her vomit blood.
Nephis coughed, stumbling back, vision blurring.
George followed — relentless.
"Bitch you ain't the Immortal Flame no more," he growled.
"You the Extinguished Candle, hoe."
Nephis tried to channel more flame —
but her body betrayed her, cracked, battered, bleeding.
George saw the weakness.
He grinned wider.
Then —
he picked her up by the throat with one hand.
Lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing.
Her sword clattered to the ground.
"Ayo Lil Miss Righteous," George said lowly, reactor buzzing.
"Any last words before I send yo dumbass to God?"
Nephis choked, white flames sputtering weakly from her mouth.
She looked him in the eyes — calm even now.
"...filthy..."
"...black..."
"...nigga..."
George cackled.
"BITCH I WEAR THAT TITLE LIKE A CROWN!"
And with a roar loud enough to crack mountains, he snapped her neck.
One brutal, sickening pop.
Nephis' divine flames flickered...
...then died.
Her body crumpled to the dirt.
Dead.
The Sovereign of the Immortal Flame — slain by a fent-powered demon.
Back in orbit:
Bill Gates clapped once, smiling thinly.
"Subject has achieved optimal kill efficiency."
Zuckerberg leaned forward, voice hungry.
"Yes... YES. Excellent. The Divine Fent shall be ours. America shall rise again... through fent."
Back in the ruins, George staggered, laughing.
"Bitch tried to outplay me, but I'm Fentylord CUH!!" he howled.
NiggaLink AI blasted in his head:
"BODY DROP!! BODY DROP!! AYYOOO!!"
"FENT MASTERRR BLOOD!! UNDEFEATED!!"
"SMOKE PACK ACTIVATED!!"
George stood over Nephis' corpse, reactor burning blue in the twilight.
Somewhere far off, thunder rolled.
But for now...
for tonight...
George Droyd was King.