The desert wind howled around George Droyd, carrying with it the coppery smell of blood.
Nephis was dead at his feet, her white flames sputtering out like a candle snuffed in the dirt.
George wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting onto her corpse.
"Bitch thought she was torchin' sum," he muttered, reactor still humming.
Behind him, Sunny collapsed to his knees.
His sword clattered uselessly against the cracked earth.
He clutched Nephis' hand, shaking her limp body like it would wake her.
"N-Neph... please... please don't leave me..."
"You my queen... my goddess..."
Pathetic.
George watched, amused.
But suddenly — Sunny froze.
His pupils dilated.
His mouth opened in a silent scream.
Inside Sunny's mind... the Simp Realm unfolded.
It was dead silent.
Just a vast, empty parking lot under gray skies.
At its center —
A folding chair.
On it sat a regular ass man.
Hunched over, eating stale Cheetos from a gas station bag.
Wearing a "Titty Inspector" T-shirt and jorts.
The Simp God.
He looked up lazily as Sunny arrived.
"You... simp enough yet, boy?" he said, licking orange dust off his fingers.
Sunny, snot pouring from his nose, nodded desperately.
"I'll do anything... for her... anything!!"
The Simp God shrugged.
"Aight. Here. Take the L."
He tossed Sunny a rusty-looking power battery labeled "SIMP FORCE 9000."
"Use it wisely, nigga."
"But you still a bitch."
In the real world, Sunny screamed as the Simp Force hit him.
A pink aura exploded around him.
His body didn't even glow cool —
it just twitched and bulged in weird directions.
His armor melted into misshapen hearts and anime stickers.
He looked like a damn fool.
But the power behind it was insane.
George Droyd blinked.
"Man what the actual fuck..."
NiggaLink AI buzzed into his mind, but for once, it was serious:
"Calm, cuh. Analyze dat simp. He volatile but predictable. Stay low, strike smart."
George grinned.
"Aight, bet."
Up in the satellite:
Mark Zuckerberg adjusted his glasses nervously:
"That loser has triggered... unauthorized Simp Protocol upgrade. Probability of catastrophic bitch behavior: 99.9%."
Bill Gates sipped from his coffee, nodding.
"Deploy countermeasures?"
"No," Zuck said grimly. "Let's see how bad he fumbles first."
Sunny charged like a demented toddler.
His first hit knocked George fifty feet backward.
"DAAAYUM!!" George coughed, rolling through the dirt.
Sunny was weeping —
literal tears flying from his face as he fought.
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY BABYGIRL, NIGGA!!!"
"SHE WAS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED!!"
Each punch from Sunny was wildly strong but sloppy as hell.
George ducked a punch — felt the air ripple —
then countered with a reactor-boosted left hook straight to Sunny's jaw.
The simpcuck staggered — but didn't fall.
"I'LL NEVER FALL FOR A HOOD NIGGA LIKE YOU!!" Sunny shrieked, spitting blood.
"Bitch you already on the ground emotionally," George laughed, weaving under another clumsy punch.
NiggaLink AI spoke urgently:
"Tactical dodge left, 45 degrees. Hit da kidney cuh. His simp aura leakin' bad."
George followed the instructions —
slipped left —
and slammed a reactor-charged elbow into Sunny's side.
Blood sprayed.
But Sunny fought through it, screaming and sobbing at the same time.
Suddenly — a voice.
"Sunny!!"
Cassie entered the fight, quiet and graceful — her blind eyes gleaming.
"You can't fight him alone!!" she yelled.
She raised her hands —
golden light pulsed out, trying to anchor Sunny's wild ass rage into some kinda formation.
George cursed.
"Man, now I got double nerds in here."
"Boutta pack both of y'all up."
Cassie's power stabilized Sunny slightly.
He roared again and tackled George, slamming him into a dune.
George grunted — Sunny's simpcuck strength was off the charts now.
NiggaLink AI warned:
"Yo he got plot armor now, cuh. He operating on 110% simposity."
"Switch to plan Omega-Ku."
George grinned, even bloodied.
"Aight. Omega-Ku it is."
He spun —
hooked his leg behind Sunny's —
and suplexed the bastard straight into the ground with enough force to make a crater.
But Sunny barely felt it.
He got up like a cracked-out raccoon and kept coming.
Blood pouring from his nose.
Spit flying from his mouth.
Screaming Nephis' name over and over.
Cassie moved in, striking with light beams — cutting at George's armor.
The fight turned brutal.
Sand turned to mud from all the blood.
Bones cracked. Flesh tore.
Cassie nearly blinded George once with a psychic burst —
Sunny nearly ripped George's reactor out with a wild shadow claw.
Through it all —
George kept talking shit.
"Lil bro fightin' like he caught me fuckin' his momma."
"Cassie built like a Dollar Tree fortune teller."
"Y'all lil simpass friendgroup ain't ready for real niggas!!"
NiggaLink AI gave him real-time instructions, helping him weave and counter.
In the satellite, Zuck and Gates watched, typing madly at keyboards.
"Deploy the Overdrive Directive if Droyd's vitals fall below critical threshold," Gates said coldly.
"Roger," Zuckerberg muttered.
George knew one thing.
If he survived this...
the Simp Force would be buried under a real ass ass-whoopin'.
And if he died?
At least he wouldn't go out crying like a bitch.
-
George Droyd hit the ground, coughing up blood.
Bones cracked inside his body like twigs.
Sunny stood over him, simpcuck aura pulsing, pink and pathetic and dangerous.
Cassie stood nearby, her golden light shimmering, blinding George every time he tried to aim at her.
NiggaLink AI screamed in his head:
"Maneee we finna die cuh!!!"
"Retreat sequence? Self-destruction protocol???"
George wheezed, dragging himself through the dirt, trailing blood like a dying dog.
in the orbital satellite, Mark Zuckerberg stood pale, his hands trembling over the console.
"This is bad," he whispered. "Droyd's vital signs dropping. Heart rate irregular. Reactor leaking fent energy at 12% and falling."
Bill Gates slammed a keyboard with both hands.
"FUCK!!"
"This nigga about to flatline!!!"
"Is the Overdrive package ready??" Mark asked.
"Negative!! We need at least three more minutes to fully upload!!" Gates yelled.
"He doesn't have three minutes!!"
They both stared at the live feed in horror as Sunny lifted George by the throat, his face twisted in a grotesque mask of grief and rage.
"YOU KILLED HER, NIGGA!!" Sunny screamed, tears flying off his cheeks.
"YOU KILLED MY PRECIOUS QUEEN!!"
He slammed George into the ground so hard the earth cratered under them.
George saw stars.
His body wouldn't move.
NiggaLink AI was silent now, struggling to reboot.
He could barely even think.
This was it.
He was gonna die in a fuckin' desert.
Killed by a sobbing whiteboy simpcuck off a bad anime arc.
"...damn..." George gasped, blood pouring out of his mouth.
But then —
a glint.
Something rolled from Nephis' torn corpse a few meters away.
A tiny silver packet.
Torn open.
A few precious grains of powder spilling into the sand.
George's blurry eyes focused on it.
Recognition lit up inside him like a bomb.
FENT.
RAW. PURE. UNTOUCHED.
His soul screamed.
"Nigga, MOVE!!!" he told himself.
He dragged himself, inch by inch.
Fingernails clawing through the blood-soaked sand.
Sunny, too consumed by grief, didn't notice.
Cassie did.
"NO!!" she cried, rushing toward the packet, golden light blazing around her.
But she was too late.
George grabbed the Fent.
Slammed it into his chest.
Let it flood his reactor like holy fire.
He screamed.
The world turned white.
His blood boiled —
his muscles tore —
his skin cracked.
Then he rose.
Black smoke pouring off his body.
Veins glowing a sickly blue under torn flesh.
Cassie hesitated for a split second.
Bad move.
George's hand shot out —
grabbed her by the throat —
and ripped her clean in half.
Spinal fluid sprayed out like a busted water main.
Her intestines slapped the ground with a wet thud.
NiggaLink AI rebooted just in time:
"God DAMN cuh you folded her like laundry!!"
Sunny howled.
"CASSIEEEE!!"
George dropped her mangled corpse like trash.
"Bitch ass...shoulda stayed yo nerdy ass home," he muttered, shaking off bits of spine from his hand.
in the satellite, Mark Zuckerberg wiped his forehead.
"Jesus Christ."
"He bought himself a few minutes... but it's not enough!"
Bill Gates leaned forward, manic.
"We need to send the payload now!! Even if it's incomplete!!"
"It could fry him!!" Zuck protested.
"He'll die either way!!"
They slammed the big red button together.
Deep inside George Droyd's reactor, something stirred.
A secondary compartment unlocked.
A new feed of energy poured in —
not just Fentanyl now —
something darker.
Black Fent.
George's body twisted.
His bones reshaped.
Muscle fibers ripped and re-knitted at supernatural speed.
Sunny watched in horror as George Droyd's silhouette became bigger, thicker, more monstrous.
His armor twisted into jagged, corrupted plating.
His eyes blazed like two blue suns.
NiggaLink AI chirped:
"New form online, cuh."
"Designation: Fentanyl Overgod Protocol."
"Nigga we gods now mane!!!"
George licked his bloodstained teeth.
"... you boutta get fucked UP."
He cracked his knuckles.
The sound echoed across the desert like gunshots.
Sunny, empowered by the Simp God but broken mentally, screamed and charged.
George grinned wide.
The final round had just begun.