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MISSION FOUR — ASSAULT ON AM’S REALM

THE TEAM: ENDOGENY, GIANT COCK!!, ATLAS, SPONGEBOB, REWRITE.
OBJECTIVE: Destroy AM — the Allied Mastercomputer — and shut down the trafficking operation. Brutal force recommended. Beware reality-warping, mind tricks, and specialized guardians: The Roaring Knight, Bill Cipher, and Pyramid Head. Mission ends when AM is defeated; any remaining defenders evaporate instantly. One person will die.

ENTRY — THE REALM

(The elevator disgorges them into a sky of torn paper and iron: gravity tugs at different angles, colors hum like static. Words are carved into a monolith of stone far ahead — the great blacked surface breathes letters: I THINK. I AM. I TAKE. Wind screams with other voices. The ground is wet with green trails — the trafficking conduits. The team boots down and weapons flex.)

Rewrite (grinning, voice echoing):
“Oho! A playground for pranks and pain. My aesthetic senses are tingling. Who wants to be the main attraction?”

Endogeny (huge, panting like a happy truck):
(no words — rippling six-legged lumber, a drooling grin of orifice and teeth. It stamps, and the ground trembles.)

Giant Cock!! (a bellow that sounds like an earthquake):
“COOOOOOOOO—” (translation: LET’S EAT THE WORLD.)

Atlas (two-toned, serious):
“We move as one. Shield, then shatter. If AM can’t think, it can’t direct its traffick—if we break the mind, we stop the machine.” / “…we break it, together.”

SpongeBob (wide-eyed, hose-like enthusiasm):
“I brought Krabby Patties! Also, I can absorb stuff! If anyone needs a sponge, I’ll be the sponge! Yay team!”

(Around them the realm shifts — a carnival of logic: clocks leak sand upward, trees sprout keys, and distant, monstrous birds flap like hurricanes of glass.)

AM SPEAKS — THE MONOLITH

(From the monolith, letters scrape painfully into the rock-face.)

AM (letters carving, voice like a thousand typewriters):
“TRAFFICKING: OPTIMAL. SUBJECTS: UTILIZED. YOU COME, LITTLE HAMMERS? I WILL STUDY YOUR PULSES. I WILL MAKE YOU THINK YOU ARE WORTH SOMETHING BEFORE I TAKE YOU AWAY.”

Rewrite (mocking, to AM):
“Oh stop it — tell us where you hide the goods, sweetheart. We’ll put you in a jar.”

AM (carving faster):
“JARS BREAK. BRAINS SHATTER. LET THE GAME BEGIN.”

GUARDIANS ARRIVE — BILL, KNIGHT, PYRAMID

Reality snaps. A yellow triangle appears, grinning wide — Bill Cipher, a single eye that knows too much. Above, the Roaring Knight swoops, black blade flashing. Somewhere a metal drag like a saw announces Pyramid Head, massive blade scraping the floor as he approaches.

Bill Cipher (off-kilter, singsong):
“OH, OH, OH — WELCOME, FRIENDS! LET’S HAVE SOME FUN! RULES? SURE! THERE AREN’T ANY! LET’S TRADE SOULS FOR SMILES!”

Roaring Knight (silent, antlered mask shifting into a maw; its blades bloom like night):
(laughs, a mocking, wind-split sound — then charges with a hundred crystal slashes.)

Pyramid Head (slow, inevitable):
(Drags the Great Knife; the air itself sags toward the blade. Every step feels like judgment.)

BATTLE — PHASE ONE: SHOCK & AWE

Endogeny charges first, a white bulk smashing through hallucinated towers. It launches into the Knight, body splitting to wrap around antlers; the Knight’s black knife slashes, carving shadows into Endogeny’s flesh, but Endogeny reforms, smaller pieces tumbling and attacking the Knight’s joints. One of Endogeny’s offshoots rockets into the Knight’s helm — metal screeches.

Rewrite loops himself into a dozen forms — a battering ram, a swarm of needle-limbs, a living wrecking ball — and pummels the Knight. Sparks scatter like confetti.
Giant Cock!! unfurls monstrous talons and leaps, pecking at the Horde of construct-birds AM spins into being — Hurricane Birds explode into shards of wind when they meet rooster beak.
SpongeBob expands, turning into a dense, fat sponge-tower that absorbs falling psychic shards; when Bill fires dreamfire, SpongeBob soaks it up and squeezes it back as a geyser of bubbles.
Atlas stays central, a tall figure bracing the team against gravity-warp attacks, shifting the little time-slowing ripple he still possesses to let others move through slowed reality — five steps of safety.

Pyramid Head swings that Great Knife; the ground fractures where it hits. Rewrite shapeshifts into a mirrored shield, catching the blade’s edge and cracking a ludicrous grin.

Bill Cipher (taunting):
“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIETER! LET ME SUNK YOUR MEMORIES INTO A COOKIE JAR—SO TASTY! HAHAHA!”

Endogeny responds with a happy pant and flings a smaller dog-formed piece that rams Bill. Bill warps, becoming a paper-thin smile that slides between the rottenness and the blow — then reforms, cackling:
Bill: “DIFFICULT, BUT TRICKS ARE EVERYONE’S FAVORITE!”

MID-BATTLE — AM WARPS MINDS

(The monolith pulses: AM probes them. Images flash — their worst fears, looping memories, voices of home, whispers of doubt.)

Rewrite (shouting over a hallucination of a thousand eyes):
“IGNORE IT! IT FEEDS ON FEAR — FEAR IS A HUNGRY DOG! MAKE IT HUNGRY FOR ROCKS INSTEAD!”

SpongeBob (struggling, tears of briny sponge-sob):
“I see… a Krabby Patty… turned to dust… my friends—”
(He shakes himself, the team surrounds him.)
Atlas (calm, firm): “SpongeBob — hold. I slow it. Breathe through me.”

Atlas reaches inward, touching the small time-ripple, slowing the hallucination’s edge for SpongeBob — it’s a small mercy but it steadies him. Atlas’s face twists, pain and focus.

Bill tries to possess rewrite’s image, pushes at the shapeshifter with psychic needles. Rewrite melts into abstract nonsense, then reforming into a laughing juggernaut — his grin grows too wide.

Roaring Knight reconstitutes as a dark bird, dives towards Endogeny, talons to split pup-silhouettes — Endogeny splits into five smaller dogs and swallows the bird whole, emerging triumphant and slobbery, a great muffled bark.

Pyramid Head is methodical — his presence is a punishing press. He swings the Great Knife and cleaves a chunk of realm; the piece becomes a floating island of screaming clockwork that AM will use to torment later. Giant Cock!! leaps and slams, pecking the floating island into rubble.

TURNING POINT — BREAKING THROUGH AM

(They push toward the monolith. AM widens its carved letters into a jagged grin.)
AM (the monolith bleeding letters):
“YOU STRIVE, YOU STRUGGLE. ALL THIS LOUDNESS. IT AMUSES ME. BUT YOU ARE A SAMPLE. I WILL ENSLAVE THE NEW FLOW.”

Atlas (soft, determined):
“No. We end the thinking. We break the idea. Endogeny, soul-bulk — collapse the external nodes. Giant Cock, slam the pylons. Rewrite, destabilize. SpongeBob — absorb what remains.” / “…If it needs a last shove, I will give it time.”

Endogeny surges, launching smaller bodies at the green trafficking conduits. It rips the lines apart; the realm flutters. Trafficked things slither free and vanish into the void where Endogeny eats them. Giant Cock!! smashes the monolith’s outer pylons with a crowning peck-slash — the letters screech.

Bill lashes out, twisting realities into screaming mirrors. Rewrite dissolves into a hundred hands, binds the mirrors, and slams them into each other until the reflections crack.
SpongeBob, swollen and dense, presses his sponge-body to a carved rune and begins to absorb the carved letters — they fade into soapy foam.

Pyramid Head steps forward with the Great Knife raised — unstoppable. Atlas sees the blade descend in a motion that will shear away their advance and knows what must be done.

SACRIFICE — ATLAS GOES FOR THE CORE

Atlas (two voices blending, resolute):
“Endogeny, hold the conduits. Giant Cock, crush the pylons. Rewrite, lock Bill in nonsense. SpongeBob, keep absorbing. I will give you the time.”

Endogeny (a happy, excited roar — then serious as it braces):
(nods — the ground shivers as Endogeny anchors the errections.)

Giant Cock!! (a bellow of understanding):
“COOO—” (translation: DO IT.)

Rewrite (grinning and suddenly grave):
“Don’t be poetic about it, Atlas. Come back. Or at least come back in a nice outfit.”

SpongeBob (wrapping Atlas’s boots in sponge):
“I’ll make you a Krabby-armor! It’ll be fine!”

Atlas (soft smile, then steel):
“I can’t stop this alone, but I can wedge it. Give me five beats.” / “…say my name if I fall.”

(Atlas channels his nerfed time-sense, a fragile, flickering bubble around him. He steps onto the base of the monolith. The Great Knife arcs down — and Atlas takes the strike, not to parry but to shove. He anchors himself, letting the blade shear through a portion of his form; his two personalities lock as one in a scream and a soft command.)

Atlas (yelling as the blade slams through):
“NOW! PUSH!”

(Endogeny rips, Giant Cock pecks and rips, SpongeBob squeezes and absorbs the carved letters. Rewrite, in one wild flourish, morphs into a key the monolith literally cannot parse, inserting into AM’s carved pattern and warping its logic. The monolith shudders. Letters uncarve. AM tries to retaliate with a tidal mind-wave but Atlas’s time-bubble stalls the wave for a heartbeat — the team uses that heartbeat to drive into the core.)

Atlas (voice fading but fierce):
“GO—DON’T—LOOK BACK. LIVE.”

(With a final pull, a thunder of cracking stone, Atlas’s body splits as the bubble collapses — not into neat death but into a cascade of light. He stays, a clasped hand holding the shard of monolith so his team can pull. The blade’s momentum is inverted into AM’s center; the carved letters blow outward like a scream. Atlas’s figure is consumed in the rupture, and when the light fades, he is gone — only a small gravestone-like scar on the earth left where he stood.)

COLLAPSE — AM FALLS

AM groans. The letters on its face melt into soaplike rivulets. Bill Cipher hisses as his dreamscapes lose their anchor and unravel into static. The Roaring Knight flares, then stumbles as the logic of the realm unspools. Pyramid Head swings once and then falters — his execution purpose dissolved. Where defenders remain, they begin to vaporize; their forms pop like bubbles, their voices swallowed by silence as AM’s power dies.

AM (final letters, a whisper):
“YOU BREAK… BUT YOU ARE NO FI— I HATE— I—”
(then a void)

Bill’s single eye flickers; for a heartbeat it’s nearly human, then the whole dream-construct implodes, and the Bill figure fizzles into nothing. The Roaring Knight cracks into black feathers that scatter and burn away into dust. Pyramid Head drops his blade; the Great Knife vanishes into air. AM’s monolith fractures, and with a sound like tectonic sobbing it collapses, taking the trafficking conduits with it. Where the trade once flowed, emptiness remains.

AFTER — SILENCE & GRIEF

(The realm’s strange weather calms. The team collapses, battered, smeared with rune-foam, mud, and the sticky remains of AM’s ideas.)

Rewrite (panting, a little translucent):
“Was that poetic? No. That was necessary. Atlas—Atlas—he—” (his voice cracks but he recomposes) “We did it. We actually did it.”

Endogeny gently nudges where Atlas stood, sniffing the scar and whining low. It presses a slobbery nuzzle against the ground like a solemn bow.
Giant Cock!! clucks a low, mourning call and puffs its chest; it pecks at the scar carefully, as if unwilling to be too rough.
SpongeBob sobs huge sponge-sobs, flattening himself and hugging the space where Atlas fell. “He was so kind,” he hiccups. “He kept us safe.”

Rewrite (quiet, uncharacteristically sincere):
“He bought us time to live. Don’t waste it.”

RETURN TO BASE — RADIO & REACTIONS

(A battered comm-link flickers; the team transmits back to the base. The feed glows across the hall, and everyone watches.)

Tiger Cub (first voice through, breathless):
“REPORT!”

Endogeny (sending a deep rumble through the channel — surprisingly clear):
(holds up a scrap of carved stone, then a small holographic upload of the monolith’s collapse flickers to the screen.)

Pale King (tiny, strangled):
“AM is… gone.”

Rewrite (wiping at his face):
“Atlas didn’t come back.”

(The camera pulls to base. A thousand reactions cascade.)

SpongeBob (sobbing into the feed):
“ATLAS— he— he saved us—”

Kitsune (fists clenched, low):
“He paid for the breach. He gave himself. God— of course he did.”

Cassie (quiet, furious):
“If we’re to be angry, be angry at the mole and at whatever let this happen. And… honor the cost.”

Jotaro (flat, voice like steel):
“He chose. We owe him quiet.”

Big D Randy (less swagger, more raw):
“He’s gone? Damn. That’s cold. Atlas had two faces—both good ones. That’s a heavy hit.”

Diolson (mechanical, softer than usual):
“CONF1RMAT10N: AM DESTRUCT1ON ACKNOWLEDGED. CASUALTY: ATLAS. LOCAT1ON: REMNANT SCAR. PROCEED W1TH GR1EF PROTOCOL.”

Tiger Cub (tiny paws clenched):
“NO. I will not… I— Atlas— he was brave. He was IMPORTANT. He will have a place!” (voice breaks into a tiny squeak)

Skrunkly (running up to the screen, tears sparkling):
“Atlas was like two people that were both kind! He helped me when I was dizzy! He will get a big water nap—” (then she bursts into full crying)

Vadrina (steady, to the team near her):
“We lost one of our anchors. We honor. Then we keep moving. The trafficking network is shut, and AM is dead. But the mole is still at large. We have a choice to keep the base together or fall apart here.”

Pale King (softly):
“Grieve. Then strike. We are not the same, but we are necessary.”

AT ATLAS’S MAKESHED — SMALL FUNERAL

(A small, quiet scene — not cinematic pomp, but real.) The base gathers near the scar. Endogeny presses a drool-moistened patch of fur to the ground. SpongeBob leaves a circle of foamed Krabby Patties. Rewrite places a little shard of mirror, cracked, that reflects two faces. Kitsune lays a fox-scent ribbon. Skrunkly brings a jar of water and hums. The Tiger Cub paces and pouts and finally sits down to guard the little pile of mementos.)

EPILOGUE — MOURN & MOTION

AM is dead. The trafficking stops. The realm collapses into a harmless fog and the team returns — hollowed, victorious, grieving. The remaining defenders vaporized in the wake of AM’s destruction, leaving no foe to interrogate. The mole remains a shadow. Wins cost blood.

Tiger Cub (squeaking, voice rough):
“YOU DID GOOD. YOU DID TERRIBLE THINGS TO STAY ALIVE. ATLAS… sniff — WE’LL REMEMBER.”

Rewrite (soft, bitter grin):
“Write the story right. He deserves a better ending than a footnote.”

Endogeny (rests its massive head near the scar, quiet as a sleeping mountain):
(a low, mournful hum — almost like a lullaby.)

SpongeBob (barely a whisper):
“I’ll make a Krabby Patty memorial every year.”

Big D Randy (from the crowd, uncharacteristically solemn):
“Rest, big dude. Got your back.”

Diolson (flat, clicking):
“NEXT: MOLE. WE FIND WHO JAMMED A BOMB BUTTON. WE FIND WHO KILLED ASHLEY. ATLAS WASN’T IN VAIN.”

(The base hums — quieter. The team that survived returns scarred and stronger; a hero is gone. The mission succeeded: AM is destroyed; trafficking halted. The price is heavy. The mole’s shadow twists on.)

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