THE FINAL CHOICE

The void trembled as the words "TO BE CONTINUED? Y/N" pulsed like a heartbeat. A cursor blinked mockingly.

Darius, now half-code, half-rage, glared at the prompt. "We don't get a real ending? Just… this?"

Truck-Kun's engine sputtered in binary. 01001000 01001111 01001110 01001011 ("HONK" in system language).

Spoon-chan's voice echoed from the fractured footnotes: "THE READER HOLDS THE QUILL NOW."

SCENE 1: THE FATES OF THE FALLEN

The Admin reappeared, holding three story fragments:

DARIUS'S ENDING:

A lone lich standing atop a mountain of shattered name tags, Nokia hammer raised.

Text: "He finally unionized the afterlife. The pay was still terrible."

TRUCK-KUN'S ENDING:

A cosmic highway stretching into infinity, tire marks spelling "THE END?"

Text: "No more passengers. Just open road."

SPOON-CHAN'S ENDING:

A glitching spoon hovering over a black hole, whispering: "Subscribe for more trauma!"

Text: "The algorithm loved her. It was the worst fate of all."

ADMIN (smirking): "Pick one. Or…"* They gestured to a fourth option: [WRITE YOUR OWN].

SCENE 2: THE READER'S TURN

The screen dissolved into editable text.

A keyboard materialized from dead plot threads.

The "Undo" button floated nearby, cracked but functional.

A tiny "Post Comment" box waited at the bottom.

ADMIN (walking away): "My job's done. The rest is yours."

FINAL LINES:

The story lingers here—not unfinished, but unfixed.

Will you:

Let Darius rest?

Grant Truck-Kun freedom?

Make Spoon-chan the villain she was always meant to be?

Or will you rewrite them all?

[COMMENT BELOW TO CAST YOUR VOTE.]