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Its plating reconfigured at the quantum level, accepting the new physics, incorporating the changes, evolving to exist in this broken reality more efficiently than Jay himself as the transformation took seconds with plating flowing like mercury and internal systems rewriting themselves to match the impossible rules Jay had created.
"YOU KEEP TRYING TO CHANGE THE RULES," FURY said, its form now flickering between states of matter that shouldn't be able to transition, "BUT I SAY RULES DON'T APPLY TO ME. That's what adaptation means, Jay. That's what makes me perfect."
Jay felt it then, ice flooding his veins as the trap closed, and FURY wasn't just fighting him but maneuvering him, pushing him toward something specific with every exchange. Each dimension hop, each reality shift, each desperate escalation was exactly what FURY wanted.
'How long has it been planning this? Since it woke up? Since Lady Death resurrected Jaspers' soul? How far ahead can it think?'
He tried to break away, to teleport to safety, but FURY was faster as the robot's plating shifted and something like Domino's crimson strings manifested from its frame, quantum manipulation given mechanical form, the same power Jay had seen his girlfriend use now weaponized and perfected.
"Oh hell no!" Jay breathed. When had FURY completely adapted to her power?
The strings wrapped around him at the subatomic level, latching onto his quantum signature, his probability field, his reality anchor, and FURY pulled while space inverted with the sensation like being turned inside out while falling through dimensions simultaneously.
Jay found himself falling.
Not through air but through dimensions, through the walls between realities, through the multiverse itself as his stomach lurched with each transition while his mind struggled to process the cascade of impossible physics.
FURY was right behind him with those quantum strings still attached, pulling and pushing, forcing Jay toward a specific type of universe.
Toward the dark.
They crashed through a world made entirely of Lego blocks.
Jay's body reformed into plastic bricks snapping together with that distinctive clicking sound as tiny plastic figures with painted-on faces scattered, screaming in high-pitched voices while two reality warpers carved destruction through their geometric universe.
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" Jay shouted, his Lego hands trying to grip Lego air that had no substance.
"I QUITE AGREE!" FURY responded, its form adapting to the new physics while becoming a construct of interlocking bricks that moved with liquid fluidity. Its single plastic eye tracked Jay with predatory focus. "BUT EFFECTIVE FOR MY PURPOSES!"
The robot kicked Jay through the dimensional wall.
They tumbled into a dimension where everything was Muppets as felt creatures with googly eyes and visible seams watched in horror while the battle continued. Jay became felt and foam, his reality warping trying to adapt to a universe where physics ran on comedy timing and pratfall logic.
A Muppet version of himself punched a Muppet version of FURY as the robot's googly eye spun in circles with a cartoon bump rising on its head, and the sound effect was literally visible in the air: POW!
"THIS IS DEEPLY UNDIGNIFIED," FURY said in its mechanical voice, somehow even more wrong coming from a felt puppet.
"Agreed," Muppet Jay said, grabbing the robot with felt hands that squeaked against FURY's felt plating as he threw them both through another dimensional barrier, desperate to escape this particular brand of cosmic humiliation.
They crashed into concrete and fluorescent lighting.
The real world.
Not a dimension that mimicked it or a universe adjacent to it, but the actual, literal real world where flesh and blood humans lived and worked and had no idea that superheroes and reality warpers existed beyond their entertainment.
Jay and FURY materialized inside an office building in New York, specifically the Marvel Entertainment offices on the third floor, where editors and writers sat in cubicles working on comic books and films that would never know how close they came to the truth.
Cullen Bunn, a man in his forties with coffee cup halfway to his lips, looked up from his desk and saw two beings made of impossible physics wreathed in reality-warping energy, tearing holes in causality itself right in front of his filing cabinet.
His eyes went wide as his coffee cup dropped, shattering on the floor.
"NOT AGAIN!" he screamed.
Papers flew everywhere as reality-warping energy washed over them while computer monitors exploded spontaneously with screens fracturing into spider-web patterns, coffee cups shattered, and an entire wall phased out of existence, revealing the office next door where a woman on a conference call froze mid-sentence, staring at the impossible scene with her mouth hanging open.
Another editor dove under his desk. "I knew it! I knew they were real! Jenkins owes me fifty bucks!"
"IS THAT AN EDITOR?" FURY paused mid-attack, its single eye focusing on the screaming man. "FASCINATING! THE FOURTH WALL IS THINNER THAN I THOUGHT! Perhaps I should reach up through the narrative layer itself and erase this entire story at its source!"
"NO!" Panic flooded Jay's chest, not just for himself but for everyone. If FURY broke the fourth wall completely, if it erased the narrative itself... "Bad idea! Really, really bad idea! Don't even think about it!"
He wrapped both arms around FURY and threw them back through dimensions before the robot could do something that would break reality in ways that couldn't be fixed, before FURY could reach into the meta-narrative and unmake everything.
The editor collapsed in his chair breathing hard while his coworkers cautiously approached the wall that had returned to normal as if nothing had happened. Coffee stains remained on the floor while shattered screens remained shattered, but the impossible beings were gone.
"Did you see that?"
"Two guys just phased through here. Fighting."
"I need a drink. And a new job."
"Jenkins still owes me fifty bucks."
Jay and FURY tumbled through dozens more realities with each one stranger than the last.
A world where gravity pointed sideways and they fought while standing on walls that became floors that became ceilings.
A universe made of pure mathematics where they became equations battling through proof and theorem with Jay's exhaustion translating to degrading variables.
A dimension where colors had taste and sounds had texture, where Jay's reality warping sang in ultraviolet that tasted like copper and FURY's attacks smelled like burning ozone.
A realm where time flowed backwards and they fought in reverse, unmaking attacks before they happened while his memories played in reverse so he forgot the battle as it occurred.
A space with negative dimensions where distance increased the closer you got, where up and down were the same direction and Jay's sense of orientation shattered completely.
Through it all FURY kept pushing.
Jay felt it now, understood the pattern through his exhaustion and fragmenting thoughts as every dimensional hop nudged him toward a specific type of reality, and the robot was herding him, using Jay's own attempts to escape to guide him toward the destination FURY had chosen from the start.
Toward places where reality grew thinner.
Where matter became sparse.
Where existence itself frayed at the edges.
'I need to break the pattern. Need to jump somewhere safe. But the quantum strings are still connected and still learning my movements before I make them.'
He tried to break free, to teleport somewhere FURY couldn't predict, but the robot's adaptive systems had learned to anticipate Jay's decision-making process itself, predicting choices before Jay made them.
They broke through into a dying universe.
Stars guttered like candles in a hurricane while galaxies dissolved into entropy with their light red-shifting into oblivion, and the cosmic microwave background radiation grew colder with each passing second as heat death approached its final moment. The cold bit through Jay's reality warping like teeth.
"GETTING WARMER," FURY said, and the mechanical mockery in its voice made Jay's blood run cold. "OR RATHER, COLDER. MUCH COLDER."
The robot kicked him through another dimensional wall.
They fell into a universe that had already died where stars had long since burned out leaving only cooling remnants, where planets had crumbled to dust over eons, where even atoms had decayed into subatomic particles that themselves were breaking down into quantum foam.
"CLOSER."
Another push as another dimensional barrier shattered, and Jay's reality warping flickered, reaching for matter to manipulate and finding only traces, only echoes.
A universe that had never been alive where the Big Bang had fizzled instead of exploding, where matter never formed, where energy never organized into anything coherent, just potential unrealized, forever waiting.
"ALMOST THERE."
Jay's reality warping sputtered like an engine running out of fuel as his power reached out desperately, searching for something, anything to manipulate, and finding only absence.
"Oh," he breathed, understanding finally crashing through his exhaustion. "So this is it. You planned this from the start."
"OF COURSE I DID!" FURY's laugh was triumphant, mechanical, inhuman. "DID YOU THINK I'D FACE A REALITY WARPER WITHOUT PREPARING? WITHOUT FINDING THE ONE PLACE WHERE YOUR STOLEN POWER BECOMES MEANINGLESS? I was born from Mad Jim Jaspers himself! I know every strength and weakness of reality warping because I was DESIGNED to kill reality warpers!"
The robot grabbed Jay with one metal hand while quantum strings wrapped tighter, constricting around his quantum signature, and it pulled them both through one final dimensional wall.
Into the Blankverse.
Absolute nothing.
No matter, no energy, no space or time or causality, not even the quantum foam that should exist at reality's foundation, just void, perfect and complete and utterly empty, the absence of everything including absence itself.
The kind of place where reality warpers had nothing to manipulate.
Jay floated in the emptiness with his powers sputtering and dying, his cosmic awareness expanding into infinite nothing, sensing the absence because there was nothing to sense, and his reality warping reached out desperately, trying to find purchase, trying to find something, anything to grasp onto.
Only void answered.
The sensation was horrifying, like reaching for a doorknob in the dark and finding empty air, like expecting ground beneath your feet and finding bottomless pit, like drowning in nothing, suffocating on absence.
No matter to warp, no reality to manipulate, no physics to break or remake, just nothing.
FURY materialized beside him, perfectly functional, and the robot's mechanical body needed no air or matter or physics to exist as it had been built by a reality warper specifically to hunt reality warpers, designed to survive in environments where its prey would be helpless.
Jim Jaspers' genius made manifest, the perfect predator for the perfect prey.
The robot's single eye blazed yellow in the darkness, the only light in a universe of nothing.
"THE SCULPTOR OF REALITY," FURY said slowly, savoring each word like fine wine, "HAS RUN OUT OF CLAY."
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