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The license renewal line at IBPM Headquarters stretched so far it literally distorted local reality. Entire office blocks got consumed by the sheer paperweight of 900-kilometer forms, growing like a Lovecraftian serpent made entirely of legal jargon and bad printer ink.
Dimensional merchants were hunched over desks, some sobbing, some chanting dark incantations, one straight-up ascending into the void screaming, "I USED THE WRONG PEN."
Gilbert, the tentacle therapist, was offering emotional support with a sign that read:
> "Free hugs. Not liable for psychic damage."
Lawrence was buried in a mountain of forms, chewing on a void-flavored carrot popsicle like a cigarette. His signature was getting sloppier with every page.
Moon Butterfly, in all her royal glory, walked into the room at precisely the wrong moment.
"By the way," she said casually, "ice cream has been added to the cafeteria!"
Every merchant stopped.
The air went still.
Then hell broke loose.
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Stampede Initiated
"F*CK YEAH ICE CREAM!!!"
"MOVE B*TCH THAT COOKIE DOUGH IS MINE!!"
"YOU SH*T-EATING GLUE SUCKER GET OFF ME!!"
A thousand dimensional merchants became a single chaotic organism — biting, scratching, teleporting, elbowing like multiversal zombies — surging toward the cafeteria. It was an R-rated version of Black Friday meets Mad Max.
Star and Marco had never seen this kind of barbarism. Marco pulled Star back before a flaming motorcycle flew past them.
"Are they… cannibals?" Star asked, eyes wide.
Gilbert slid by, licking a scoop of psychically screaming mint chocolate chip.
"Please," he said, "professionals have standards."
In the cafeteria, tubs of cosmic flavors were getting ripped open. "Solar Flare Mango." "Black Hole Cookie Crunch." "Doomsday Neapolitan." Screams echoed as spoons clashed like blades in battle.
One merchant bit another's arm off over who touched the Caramel Comet Ripple first.
And at the heart of the chaos, a single figure waded calmly through the maelstrom: Lawrence.
He had an entire tub of Void-Flavored Carrot Ice Cream tucked under one arm like it was Excalibur. His coat was torn. There were bite marks on his tail. He had seen things.
"This is mine, f*ckers," he muttered, walking off with the grace of a retired war general who just won his last campaign.
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Enter: Lotus
And then—every anime watcher's dream—Lotus appeared.
Dimensional merchant. Bunny girl. A-cup. Hourglass body. Skin-tight battle suit with tactical cleavage. Every nearby anime nerd (and three tentacle monsters) collectively nosebled so hard, it created a small crimson lake.
She stepped in slow motion like the laws of time bent around her curves. "Loooorrreeeennnccceee," she sang.
Lawrence's ears twitched. He knew that voice. He knew that tone.
"I need it," she whispered.
He turned mid-walk, ice cream tub still in hand. "Lotus," he said, deadpan. "Do not."
She bit his ear.
He bit back.
They rolled through the hallway like a tumbleweed of chaotic tension, limbs and ears flailing, crashing through dimensional vending machines.
"YOU KNOW IT'S NOT ABOUT THE ICE CREAM!!" she shouted.
"I KNOW!" Lawrence growled back. "IT'S YOUR DAMN BODY CHEMISTRY AGAIN!!"
They finally slammed against his office door, denting it like a Looney Tunes cartoon. Lotus was on top, breathing heavily, cheeks red.
"I need to release the energy," she said, serious. "Or it burns through my soul, Lawrence."
He sighed, opened the door, and let her in. "You do your thing. Just… don't sit on the schematics again."
She nodded and hopped in with the grace of someone who knew exactly what her existence did to everyone around her.
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Peace At Last... Kinda
Inside the office, Lawrence kicked back in his hanging pillow chandelier, spooning carrot ice cream into his mouth with the dead-eyed expression of someone who'd survived paperwork and ice cream wars in the same hour.
Lotus curled up on the couch, glowing faintly from post-chaos relaxation.
Just as the silence settled, the door creaked open again.
Charlie.
Aggressive patting.
Cheek pinching.
"You're still cute."
Lawrence just kept eating. "I know."
Charlie blinked, noticing Lotus on the couch. "New hire?"
Lotus smiled. "No. Hormonal chaos bunny. Temporary guest."
Charlie nodded with zero judgment. "Same."
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Later That Night
Marco and Star were roaming the HQ halls with tired, glazed expressions.
"Did you see that one guy who bit his own arm off for a scoop?" Star asked.
"Did you see the one who teleported inside the ice cream fridge just to live there?"
They passed the break room, where some dimensional merchants were crying over spilled sprinkles. One was muttering about how "the chocolate was a lie."
Gilbert the tentacle monster leaned into view.
"Need therapy?"
They screamed and ran.
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The Bunny Office
Inside the chandelier-lit sanctuary, Lawrence stared at his ceiling, ice cream tub now empty, just a melted puddle of void flavor.
Lotus was asleep, curled like a bunny loaf.
He let the silence wash over him.
Then he turned to the wall and said directly to you, dear reader:
"You creeps were expecting a scene, huh? You thought this was gonna turn into something rated M for monster girl moment? Nah. I respect the grind, not the grime."
He sat up, stretching.
"Also. To the reader who's probably a TikTok anime editor — I see you. I feel you. I am you. Maybe I used to struggle, but now? I've got bite marks on my ears, trauma in my soul, and Void-Carrot in my bloodstream. I'm thriving."
He stared into space like he was breaking through the screen.
"And yeah. I still suck at ventriloquism. F*ck you, Gilbert."
From another room: "Confirmed!"
Author note:so it kinda just copy the previous plots and combined wow still lazy in the chatgpt okay guys I will make still a deal 1k I uploaded 6 chapters instantly maybe that's the solution