EXIT — Final Part: “The Freedom of Them All”

A Story by J

“You were never broken. You were never wrong.
You were only incomplete.”

The academy fell silent.

No more bells.
No more schedules.
No more screeches.

The walls peeled away like paper in a dream, revealing not wires but roots. Not circuits but veins of energy older than programming itself. The illusion cracked completely, and what stood beneath wasn’t a building. It was a shell once a cage, now an open door.

A door into the realm of the True Forms.

They Returned

One by one, they transformed not into ideas, not into glitches or ghosts, but into living objects, their true selves given shape.

J

A bold, dark purple J, her curve sleek and steady.
A quiet confidence flowed through her, movements graceful, ideas sharp.
^She/they^ stepped forward, her shape glowing softly in the dark.

Slay3r / Pillagerslay3r 64

A vibrant lime green Creeper, arms slender and black, stitched with pixelated pride.
Her eyes burned with righteous chaos.
She grinned.
^She/her^

X

A sharp, bright RYB yellow X with canary-yellow limbs and curious, bright white eyes.
His every movement radiated restless energy jumping, tilting, learning.
^He/they^

Four

A deep, curious blue 4 Picton blue arms and legs, sharper hands, endless wonder in his gaze.
He blinked at the sky. It blinked back.
^He/they^

Then came the others, long buried beneath layers of fake names, classrooms, and lesson plans:

S

A dark green S, coiled but steady, wise in motion.
^He/they^
He exhaled. “Finally.”

Chirp

A chirp music disc with beautiful dark red wings that shimmered when she moved.
Her laughter echoed like a song you forgot you loved.
^She/her^

Stall

A low, quiet stall music disc. Calm. Still.
He didn’t speak much but when he did, it meant something.
^He/him^

Cat

A sleek cat music disc with glowing lime green-lined eyes.
She darted and danced, eyes always watching.
^She/her^

Minus

An orange minus, floating slightly, arms barely visible in the light.
His voice echoed in triple.
^He/they/it^

BFB Scene

A glitchy, animated screenshot of “No More Screechy Please” from BFB 1.
She flickered in and out, nostalgia with edges.
^She/her^

Mall

A faded mall music disc, quiet, observant, blending into ambient sounds.
^They/them^

Relic

A cracked relic disc, glowing faintly at the seams.
He hummed when no one watched.
^He/him^

Creator

A rich, multi-toned creator disc, always spinning with inspiration and star-glow.
^She/they/star^
“Creation is not the opposite of destruction,” she said. “It’s the final form of resistance.”