Chapter 15: Plot Devices, Poultry, and the Prophecy of the Peep

Location: Oracle Camp for Reality-Bending Children (Now "PlotLandia: The Ride")

The moment Rick, Lucky, and Carl portal-jumped into Baby Chaos's training camp, they were greeted with the sound of a rollercoaster screaming across a sky made of fanfiction and unfinished metaphors.

The Oracle's once-majestic temple was now a ticket booth. The divine pool of Prophecy had been turned into a ball pit labeled "NOW WITH EXTRA FORESHADOWING!"

A neon sign flashed above:"Welcome to PLOTLANDIA — Home of Baby Chaos and All Your Narrative Needs!"

Rick blinked. "This was a spiritual training sanctuary two chapters ago."

Lucky stared at a cotton candy vendor staffed by a miniature Kraken. "How did he do this in a week?"

Carl pointed silently to the distance.

There, floating on a throne of semi-solidified fan theories, was Baby Chaos—now wearing sunglasses, a cape made of unresolved character arcs, and dual-wielding lollipops that crackled with temporal static.

He spotted them.

"DADDYYYYYYY!"

He snapped his fingers.

Reality Warps (Again)

In less than a second, the world transformed.

The group found themselves in a sitcom living room set.

Audience laughter played as Rick stepped forward and tripped over a metaphysical coffee table.

[Cue laugh track]

Rick groaned. "He's developed a sense of dramatic irony."

Baby Chaos floated toward them, now with glittery wings.

"I turned this place into a fun zone to cheer everyone up! Also, I accidentally summoned sentient plot devices and now they won't leave."

As if on cue, a Plot Device—a floating cube with giant anime eyes—rolled in and declared in a deep voice:

"You must now undertake a character-defining arc filled with emotional turmoil!"

Lucky shot it with a null-beam.

It exploded into confetti labeled "Character Growth: Denied."

The Oracle Is… Tired

Inside the new "Oracle HQ" (formerly a quiet meditation shrine, now a laser tag arena), the Oracle had donned sweatpants and was stress-eating popcorn laced with foreshadowing dust.

She looked up with twelve bloodshot eyes. "I gave him a crayon to draw a concept of self. He redrew the metaphysical boundaries of narrative agency."

Rick beamed. "That's my boy."

Carl flapped in alarm and showed a drawing: dozens of Plot Devices had broken loose. Each was labeled with tags like:

"Dark Secret Revealer"

"Tragic Backstory Enforcer"

"Evil Twin Generator"

Lucky frowned. "What's this last one?"

Carl screeched and backed away.

The Chicken of the End

From a swirling rift of narrative potential, something hatched.

A chicken—not Carl—but taller, sleeker, feathers sharp as razors, eyes glowing red and gold. Its aura screamed "final season boss."

Rick squinted. "...Is that me?"

The Oracle whispered, "The Plot Device activated the Evil Twin Trope."

Lucky hissed. "That's you, if you were raised in a timeline with no jokes, no friends, and only raw power."

The new figure stepped forward, his voice smooth and cruel.

"I am Dirk—the Logical Conclusion. Unlike you, I don't waste power on humor. I conquer it."

Rick gasped. "He used wordplay against me."

Dirk vs Rick: Battle of the Idiots (and One Genius Baby)

Without waiting, Dirk lunged, feathers slicing through air. Rick dodged, rolled, and smacked him with a brick labeled "Narrative Subversion."

The room warped into a courtroom.

Lucky became the judge.

Carl slammed a gavel made of destiny.

Dirk shouted, "This universe has no need for your chaotic goodness!"

Rick held up a kazoo. "But it needs this."

He blew. The kazoo emitted the sound of a thousand timelines collapsing into a dubstep drop.

Baby Chaos, now seated on a jury throne made of dimension pancakes, cheered.

"OBJECTION, DIRK! Your vibe is cringe!"

Carl's Secret Weapon

Dirk raised a wing. "I shall erase you from every possibility!"

But Carl, who had been strangely silent, stepped forward with a golden egg. He held it high—and cracked it open.

From the yolk emerged a beam of Pure Potential.

Carl clucked solemnly. "This was laid in the Time-Egg Dimension. It contains everything you could've been but never chose."

Dirk hesitated. "You wouldn't dare."

Rick smirked. "Buddy, we're the definition of daring."

Carl threw the egg.

Dirk's Revelation

The egg hit Dirk and shattered his form—replacing his armor with pajamas, his fury with curiosity. All around him, ghostly echoes of alternate selves played out:

Dirk as a comedian.

Dirk as a farmer.

Dirk as a soft-spoken poetry enthusiast.

Dirk fell to his knees.

"I… I had choices?"

Rick patted his back. "Yeah. Even villain chickens get redemption arcs."

Baby Chaos floated over and booped Dirk's beak.

Dirk blinked. "...I want a kazoo."

Rick handed him one. "Now you're part of the team."

Victory Is Weird

The Plot Devices began retreating, their purposes nullified by Dirk's transformation and Baby Chaos's overpowering charisma.

The camp slowly returned to normal (well, normal for this bunch). The laser tag arena turned back into a shrine. The vending machine stopped offering "Cursed Twizzlers."

The Oracle exhaled. "We… survived."

Rick turned to his son. "Okay, champ. No more turning sanctuaries into theme parks."

Baby Chaos grinned. "What if it's a sanctuary shaped like a theme park?"

Lucky rubbed her temples. "We'll negotiate."

Carl handed Dirk a mini harmonica-sword. The two chickens nodded solemnly.

Back at Home Base

That night, Rick sat under a sky now free of glitch goats.

Dirk sat beside him, sipping tea. "Thank you… for not erasing me."

Rick smiled. "You're me. Kinda. It'd be like deleting my reflection. My edgy, angry, extra-feathery reflection."

Baby Chaos floated above them, making constellations in the sky with finger paint.

Lucky came out holding scrolls. "The Unwritten's whispers are growing louder again. Something big's coming."

Rick cracked his knuckles. "Bigger than evil twin chickens?"

Lucky handed over a page.

"The child will awaken the Plot Seed.From it shall grow the Final Thread.And the Multiverse will remember… or forget… everything."

Carl dropped his harmonica.

Dirk whispered, "The Final Thread... That's the thing even the Oracle is afraid of."

Rick stood up, stretching.

"Then we'd better start planning."

Baby Chaos looked down, giggling.

"I made a flower out of fate. Want to see?"

To be continued…

In Chapter 16: The Plot Seed blooms, timelines begin to unravel again, and Rick, Dirk, and Lucky must journey into the Backlog of All Things—a library containing every story never told. Also, Carl gets a love interest. Yes. A chicken love interest.