Location: The Mirror Ruins, edge of Time's Reflection
Rick stood in the aftermath.
The battlefield, once roaring with war cries and bad one-liners, was now silent. Cracked timelines floated like shattered glass. The ground shimmered with leftover Sequence threads, tangled and pulsing.
At his feet, the last flicker of Lucky's voice echoed:
"Rick… stop him…"
He stared into the half-broken mirror—no longer reflecting, but leaking.
Colors twisted inside it: purple, green, gold, and something beyond sight. A whirlpool of fate and intent.
Then it spoke.
Not Mirror Rick. Something else.
"You have the potential of the Fool.Wild. Untethered. Dangerous.You interest the Sequence Court."
Rick wiped blood and ash from his face. "Cool. Who the hell are you?"
"We are the Architects of Fate.We make the rules.And you are a problem."
Rick tilted his head.
"Let me guess—you're like those old men who hate fun and love eternal structure?"
"Precisely."
He grinned. "Then you're gonna hate what I do next."
Inside the Sequence: Court of Architects
The mirror peeled open like a wound, and Rick jumped.
No plan. No backup. Just rage and hoodie-fueled chaos.
He landed on a floating hexagon in an impossible sky.
Surrounding him was a cosmic courtroom suspended in nothingness. Everything was symmetrical, orderly—rows of seated robed figures made of geometry, light, and law. Their faces were equations, their voices harmonic chords.
At the center: the High Architect, shaped like an hourglass balanced on a blade.
"Rick of Timeline Zero-Chaotic, you stand trial for Violent Improvisation, Timeline Disruption, and Unauthorized Heroism."
Rick cracked his neck.
"I plead 'bite me.'"
Meanwhile, Lucky…
Lucky floated in the Mirrorverse, drifting like a memory between shards of warped history.
Her thoughts were clouded. The Pattern Spike still pulsed in her chest, syncing her rhythm to the Mirror Engine.
But a small voice—hers—echoed.
"Get up. You're smarter than this."
A memory flickered: Rick, standing on a table, refusing to follow a battle plan, screaming "Chaos is a renewable resource!" before hurling a chicken grenade.
She smiled.
The engine's control trembled.
Rick's Trial… or Maybe a Boss Fight
The High Architect spoke again.
"You are an anomaly.A Fool who refuses the Path.You must be recalibrated."
Rick raised his hand.
"And if I say no?"
"Then you shall face the Avatar of Consequence."
From the walls, light bled. It twisted, forming a being twice his size—made of ticking clocks, glowing runes, and balanced scales. A robe of inevitability fluttered without wind.
Rick pointed. "Okay, but do you even lift?"
The Avatar didn't speak.
It just charged.
The Battle for the Right to Be Unreasonable
Rick dodged a hammer strike that collapsed probability.
He countered with a left hook that shattered cause and effect for three seconds.
The Court gasped.
One judge's robe caught fire from sheer narrative defiance.
Rick rolled under a beam of divine punishment, kicked a piece of broken logic into the Avatar's eye, and yelled:
"YOUR SYSTEM IS BUILT ON SPREADSHEETS AND INSECURITY!"
The Avatar replied with a paradox storm that aged him ten years in one heartbeat.
Rick spat blood and time dust.
"Still not as painful as rhyming."
Then he leapt.
Fist glowing with raw, unformatted chaos.
Lucky Breaks Free
Back in the Mirrorverse, Lucky's resistance grew.
Her memories—every disaster, every joke, every insane plan Rick dragged her into—rushed forward.
Her heart pulsed once.
Then again.
The Pattern Spike cracked.
She opened her eyes, now glowing.
"I'm not a puppet.I'm his co-pilot."
And she punched the Mirror Engine from inside.
A rift tore through the Verse.
The Consequences of Punching a Cosmic Being
Rick slammed into the Avatar.
The impact shattered its face—turning inevitability into a question mark.
The courtroom exploded in light and uncertainty.
One judge screamed, "This wasn't in the scripts!"
Rick stood over the twitching form of the Avatar, breathing hard.
Then the Court shimmered.
The High Architect leaned forward.
"You cannot punch your way out of fate."
Rick wiped his nose.
"Watch me."
Lucky Falls Into Reality
The rift opened above the Court.
Lucky crashed through, landing next to Rick in a burst of purple flame and sarcasm.
He blinked.
"You broke the Mirrorverse?"
She dusted off.
"I unstable'd it. New word."
The Architects screamed in harmony.
"This is a violation of cosmic order!"
Rick grabbed Lucky's hand.
"Let's violate harder."
The Escape
Together, they sprinted toward the heart of the Sequence—The Fate Engine, a burning sphere of rotating laws and branching futures.
Every being in the Court tried to stop them.
Rick threw reality punches.
Lucky hacked prophecy mid-run.
They reached the Engine, chaos swirling, destiny cracking.
Rick looked at her. "Ready to end the script?"
She smirked. "Let's freestyle."
What They Did
They didn't destroy the Engine.
They rewrote it.
Inserted a clause into the core code:
"All beings shall retain the right to choose stupidity, violence, and love."
And just for fun:
"Also, pie shall always taste better when stolen."
The Engine screamed.
The Sequence buckled.
And the Court collapsed under its own weight.
Aftermath: Back in Their Own Reality
Rick and Lucky landed on a hill at sunset.
Everything was… still.
No Architects. No Mirror Ricks. No war.
Just wind, sky, and the faint sound of a duck screaming at its reflection somewhere in the distance.
Lucky groaned. "Did we win?"
Rick nodded. "We narrative-loopholed them into oblivion."
She raised a brow. "We rewrote fate."
He grinned.
"I told you. Chaos is the only honest way to live."
But Far Away…
In a quiet pocket of the multiverse, a single thread twitched.
From the broken code of the Fate Engine, something else stirred.
It had no name yet.
Only a title:
The Unwritten.
And it wanted revenge.
To be continued…
In Chapter 13: A celebration is interrupted by a prophecy Rick accidentally wrote while high on time magic. Also: Carl the chicken returns—with a child. Ready for it?