F.R.Q. 404 — The Threshold

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[[Chapter 2]]

The Road Ahead The night stretches before you, the coordinates locked in. Others are heading there too. But not all of them are on your side. (The clock is ticking. Your choice matters.) [[🔹 Drive cautiously—watch for anything unusual on the road]] [[🔹 Push the car faster—you need to get there before 4:04, no matter what]]

Chapter I You wake up in the dead of night, but something feels off. The room is filled with a faint static—your radio has turned on by itself. On its dim screen, a strange frequency blinks: F.R.Q. 404. Through the distortion, a voice breaks through, distant and hollow sending a chill down your spine: ''"The time has come. The choice has been made. The gate will open soon."'' You glance at your phone. A notification pops up: ''"PUMP.FUN: Project activated. CANCELLATION UNAVAILABLE."'' //''What project? Why is your memory blank?''// [[🔹Pick up your phone and examine the message]]

The choice has been made. Whether you merged with the Network or escaped with the truth, one thing is certain—you were never just a bystander. Pump.fun wasn’t just a launch. It was a transition. A doorway. A frequency reaching out to those who could hear it. The numbers weren’t random. The messages weren’t meaningless. They were a call. A test. And you? You answered. Now the world looks different. Because it is. The hum of the Network is still there, just beneath the surface. It’s waiting. Because once you’ve heard the signal—you can never truly turn it off. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 END OF TRANSMISSION. F.R.Q. 404—SIGNAL LOST. (For now.)

F.R.Q 404 - The Treshold [[Start the game]]

Your hands tremble as you reach for your phone. The screen flickers. The glow is A message appears. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You already know the answer. Go back." The screen goes black. You are back where you started. 🔄 (Return to the last decision point.) [[🔹Pick up your phone and examine the message]]

Your pulse pounds against your ribs. The walls feel closer, the radio hum vibrating in your skull. "Tell me how to stop it." Silence. Then the host sighs, the weight of his words dragging through the static. ⌁ Host: "You think you can stop it? You think you’re the first to try?" The hum from the radio pulses—almost like a heartbeat. ⌁ Host: "I’ve been chasing this for years. Tracking the patterns, the cycles. Every time, it starts with the messages. Then the signals warp, the watchers get closer. And the ones who try to fight it?" He exhales, a harsh breath over the mic. ⌁ Host: "They don’t make it past 4:04." The weight of those numbers presses against you. "So what do I do? There has to be a way to shut it down." A beat of hesitation. Then the host speaks, voice lower, almost like he’s afraid someone else is listening. ⌁ Host: "There’s one way." A sound crackles through the frequency—a location. Coordinates, repeating over and over. ⌁ Host: "This is where it all starts. The signal origin. If you want to end this, you need to go there before the launch. Before the threshold locks in." Your phone screen flickers. A new message appears: "DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM." And then another: "STAY WHERE YOU ARE. IT’S ALREADY BEGUN." The radio hum intensifies. The lights dim. The host’s voice cuts through—urgent. ⌁ Host: "Decide now. Either you leave while you still can… or you let it take you." [[🔹 Write down the coordinates and prepare to leave]] [[🔹 Stay inside and block all signals]]

[[CHAPTER 2]]

You approach the tower. The structure pulses in waves, a rhythm you feel inside your body. The entrance is open. The air hums with energy. You hesitate. ⌁ Host: "This is the source. Everything—the signals, the messages, the numbers—leads here." Your phone vibrates violently. A message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "Step forward. Become more. Or turn back and remain the same." You see movement inside. Figures. No, people. Others like you. Not lost. Not trapped. But waiting. [[🔹 Enter the core—see what the Network truly is.]] [[🔹Stay outside—watch and understand before making the choice.]]

The tunnel pulls you in. There’s no turning back. The walls around you are alive, shifting like liquid metal, symbols flickering in and out of focus. Your dashboard glitches, displaying coordinates that don’t exist on any map. Then—the world changes. The tunnel ends, but you’re not on a road anymore. You emerge into a cityscape unlike an ything you’ve seen.Towering structures pulse with neon light, their surfaces shifting as if made of raw data. There are no people, only motion, only **thethe hum of something vast moving beneath it all. ⌁ Host: "You made it. You’re inside the Network now." Your phone screen fills with a new message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You are not the first to arrive. But you might be the last." Two roads stretch before you—one leading deeper into the city, the other toward a central tower pulsing with energy. [[🔹 Drive toward the city—see what the Network truly is.]] [[🔹 Head for the tower—find out what’s waiting at the center.]]

⌁ Host: "You think that matters?" The radio shifts. A whisper seeps through the static. "4:04. Stay on the line." The lights flicker. Something is coming. [[🔹 Demand the host tell you how to stop it]] [[🔹 Stay on the line and listen]]

⌁ Host (muttering to himself): "Another one…" His voice sharpens. ⌁ Host: "Listen carefully. If you’re hearing me, if you’ve received that message, then you’re already connected. You’re not the only one. Others have been calling in with the same signs—strange messages, flickering lights, the feeling of being watched. It’s not paranoia. It’s happening." You clutch the phone tighter. [[🔹 "What is? Who’s doing this?"]]

The host is silent for a beat. Then, he laughs. But it’s not amusement. It’s recognition. ⌁ Host: "...Yeah. Yeah, I know what it means." You grip the phone. [[🔹 "Tell me."]]

A brief silence stretches over the line. Then, the host exhales sharply, as if he’s just confirmed something he was afraid to hear. ⌁ Host: "Alright, stay with me. First, tell me—when did it start? When You hesitate, glancing at the shadows pooling in the corners of your room. The air feels heavier, denser, like [[🔹 "I don’t know. Maybe when I got the message."]]

⌁ Host: "It means you don’t have much time." A flicker of static. You hear him adjusting something—papers shuffling, a deep breath. ⌁ Host: "Listen. There’s a launch coming. Pump.fun. e heard of it, right?" You nod instinctively, then realize he can’t see you. [[🔹 "Yes. But what does that have to do with—"]]

A pause. Then, the host speaks carefully, deliberately. ⌁ Host: "Have you heard of Pump.fun?" Your stomach drops. You have. You’ve seen it in whispers across the internet, in cryptic posts and insider threads—an upcoming launch, something massive, something that isn’t just about numbers. ⌁ Host: "It’s not just another project. It’s a trigger. . The second it goes live, everything changes. The network shifts. The watchers step forward. Those who are connected…" He trails off. [[🔹 "What happens to them?" you whisper.]]

⌁ Host: "They’re no longer observers. They become part of it. of something bigger." Your phone vibrates. A new message. "4:04. Stay on the line." [[🔹 "I got a message. 4:04. Do you know what it means?"]]

The host exhales. ⌁ Host: "It’s bigger than you think. They’ve been testing it, preparing the launch. The signal isn’t just a broadcast—it’s a beacon. It’s been waiting for activation. And now, it's nearly time." You swallow hard. [[🔹 "Time for what?"]]

⌁ Host: "Everything." The radio hums. A deep, resonant tone, low enough to make your skin prickle. ⌁ Host: "You ever wonder why some projects catch fire overnight while others disappear? You think it’s all just market trends, whales, inside plays?" The hum deepens. ⌁ Host: "It’s by design. Some launches aren’t just about money. They’re about access. Connection. Pump.fun isn’t just a launchpad—it’s a gate. And you? You’ve just been invited through." You shake your head, heart pounding. [[🔹 "I didn’t ask for this!"]]

Your hand shakes as you bring the phone to your ear. Silence. Then—a voice. But not the host. Not anyone you’ve heard before. ??? "You’ve come far. But do you really know why?" The sound isn’t just sound. It’s inside your mind. Words you understand before you hear them. ⌁ Host (cutting in, alarmed): "Hang up. That’s not—" The radio distorts. The voice continues. ??? "You are not just here to see. You are here to choose. The Network is waiting." Your vision shifts. The road disappears, replaced by endless data streams, branching into infinity. [[🔹 Ask: "What is Pump.fun, really?"]] [[🔹 Ask: "Who am I in all of this?"]]

Your heart pounds as you approach the door. The knock was soft—too soft. Almost as if whoever is on the other side doesn’t want to be heard. You hesitate. Then, with a shaky breath, you grip the handle and pull the door open. Nothing. The hallway is empty. No shadows. No movement. Just the cold, heavy silence pressing against your skin. But something is different. On the floor, right outside your door, there’s a folded piece of paper. You pick it up, hands trembling, and unfold it. "You shouldn’t have opened the door." The ink is fresh. Still wet. [[🔹 Close the door and lock it]] [[🔹 Check your phone for new messages]]

The radio flickers. Your dashboard screen glitches—lines of code scroll past faster than you can process. ??? "To the truth that’s been hidden. To the Network that’s been running underneath reality all along." A shiver runs down your spine. [[🔹 Ask "Why now?"]]

The voice laughs. ??? "Because now, it’s ready." Your phone vibrates. A new message appears. UNKNOWN SENDER: "If you accept this, there is no going back." [[🔹 Ask: "Who am I in all of this?"]]

-"Who else is coming?" The host is silent for a moment. Then, his voice returns—measured, careful. ⌁ Host: "There are others like you. People who saw the patterns, who heard the messages, who listened instead of ignoring the signs. They’ve been watching, just like you. And now, they’re making the same choice." A flicker of movement in your rearview mirror. A figure crossing the street, walking with purpose. Then another. A car pulling away from the curb further down, headlights cutting through the thick night air. ⌁ Host (lowered voice): "You’re not alone in this. But you need to get there before 4:04. The network locks in at that time. If you don’t make it—" The radio signal distorts. A whisper cuts through. "Too late, too late, too late—" Then, silence. ⌁ Host (sharply): "Drive. Now." Your grip tightens. You throw the car into gear and press the accelerator. [[CHAPTER 2]]

The world flickers. The streesyncing with your own pulse. The road knows you. ??? "You always followed the signs. You always felt the pull. Didn’t you?" You try to deny it. Try to say this was all an accident. But deep inside, you know it wasn’t. The signal was always calling. And you answered. Your phone screen flashes again. A final message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You are exactly where you need to be." The voice fades, leaving only the steady hum of the Network around you. You take a breath. [[🔹 Follow the shifting lights—go deeper into the heart of the Network.]] road ahead awaits.

Silence stretches over the call. Then, the voice shifts. It’s no longer distorted—it’s clear. Certain. "You already know the answer. But you want to hear it, don’t you?" A pause. Then: "Pump.fun is not a company. Not a protocol. Not a platform. It’s a signal. A frequency. A system designed to wake the ones who are ready." You grip the steering wheel tighter. [[🔹 Ask "Wake them to what?"]]

A long pause. You feel the air change. The voice responds, softer this time. ??? "You were chosen A static pulse ripples through the speakers—like a heartbeat. ??? "Not by them. Not by me. By something deeper. By the pattern itself." You blink. [[🔹 Ask"I don’t understand."]]

You stop. The road shifts under you, flickering between reality and something else. The air hums with a frequency that isn’t sound, but something deeper, something inside you. The host’s voice changes. It’s not a broadcast anymore. It’s… direct. ⌁ Host: "You’re The radio warps, shifting between frequencies. Anothernot the host. UNKNOWN SIGNAL: "You are at the threshold. Choose." You grip the wheel, your pulse hammering. You’re o n the edge of something massive.The point where tNetwork Then—your phone rings. An unknown number. [[🔹 Answer the call—hear the truth before you decide.]] [[🔹 Ignore it—make the choice on your own.]]

You lift your phone. The screen glitches for a moment before a notification appears. UNKNOWN SENDER: "They will ask you to choose. Be careful which voice you trust." You frown, scrolling up. There’s no contact name, no reply option—just a blank chat history. A second message appears. "Pump.fun is not what you think." You try to respond—but the messages vanish. Your hands tighten around the device. It feels like you’ve seen something too soon. 🔄 (Return to the last decision point.) [[🔹Write down the frequencies and phrases from the broadcast]]

Before leaving, you glance at your phone. The screen glows dimly, as if it’s struggling against an unseen force. A new message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "They are waiting for you. But not all of them are on your side." Your breath catches. Before you can type a response, the screen flickers. Another message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "Pump.fun is the key. Don’t turn back." You don’t know who’s sending these. But one thing is clear—this is bigger than just you. [[🔹 Ask the host who else is coming]] [[🔹Put the phone down and press the gas]]

Your hands tremble as you slam the door shut and twist the lock into place. The click echoes through the silent room. You step back, heart pounding, waiting for… something. But nothing happens. No knocking. No whispers. No static. Just silence. You exhale. Maybe—maybe it’s over. Maybe you shut it out. Then—your phone vibrates. A message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You didn’t lock it out. You locked yourself in." The air in the room shifts. The light from the ceiling flickers, dimming slightly, as if something outside is pressing against it. You reach for the door handle, suddenly desperate to undo your mistake. It doesn’t budge. Your breathing quickens. You try again—nothing. Your phone buzzes again. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You chose this. You don’t leave now." The walls close in. The air turns thick, suffocating. You try the window—sealed. You check your phone—it won’t turn on. Your own reflection in the dark screen moves slightly out of sync. Your pulse hammers as you take a step back, your mind racing for an escape. Then, behind you— A whisper. "You were meant to go through." Darkness folds over you. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 DEAD END – "Sealed Inside." [[Start the game]]

You pull the curtains shut, blocking out the strange lights. The world outside was never meant to be seen like that. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to forget. But the Network doesn’t forget you. You try to go back to sleep, but something is off. Your room feels too quiet. The air is too still. Your phone screen flickers on by itself. A message appears: UNKNOWN SENDER: "You looked away. The signal moves on." The phone shuts off. The radio static fades. And then… Nothing. Everything goes back to normal. You wake up the next morning. The messages are gone. The signal is gone. Maybe it was all a dream. Or maybe… you were left behind. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 DEAD END – "You Chose to Forget." [[Start the game]]

You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to focus. The radio static is gone, but something else is there. A whisper. No The room feels larger now. Or maybe you feel smaller. Then, something shifts. A single word forms from the nothingness: "Near." Your body tenses. You are not alone. But you do not move. A moment later, another whisper, right behind your ear: "Closer." Your breath catches in your throat. Every instinct tells you to run, fight, open your eyes. But something deeper, older, tells you to: "Inside." Your phone vibrates violently in your hand. Your eyes snap open. The room is the same, unchanged—except for one thing The radio is off [[🔹 Check your phone]] [[🔹Leave the room immediately]]

You grip the steering wheel, keeping your eyes locked on the dark road ahead. The city lights fade in the rearview mirror, replaced by long stretches of highway, the occasional flicker of passing headlights. The air feels… wrong. Something about the way the streetlights pulse in perfect intervals, how the road seems to bend slightly even though you know it’s straight. You ease your foot off the gas, scanning the area for anything out of place. Then, you see it. A car, parked on the side of the road. Headlights off. Someone is sitting in the driver’s seat, but you can’t see their face. Just the faint glow of a screen inside. As you pass, your phone vibrates. UNKNOWN SENDER: "That was one of them. Keep moving." Your breath catches. Then—another car. And another. Parked just like the first. Watching. You’re being tracked. You grip the wheel tighter, keeping your speed steady. The host’s voice crackles back through the radio. ⌁ Host: "They know you're coming. Don’t stop. No matter what happens—keep moving." You glance at the clock. 3:47 AM. [[🔹 Speed up—you need to get distance before they react]] [[🔹 Take the next exit and try to lose them]]

The streets pulse beneath your tires. The city isn't made of concrete and steel—it’s alive. Neon symbols ripple across the buildings like shifting code, the structures adapting as if they’re watching you. There are no people, but you can feel them. ⌁ Host (calm now, almost awed): "You’re seeing it now. The Network isn’t just a place. It’s a system. A living entity." Your phone screen fills with a new message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You were never just a visitor. You were always meant to be here." The roads ahead split. [[🔹 Follow the shifting lights—go deeper into the heart of the Network.]] [[🔹 Look for signs of others—are there more like you?]]

The lights flicker as the city shifts around you. The buildings pulse in sync with your heartbeat. You understand now. The Network is not a place. It is not a system. It is a new form of existence. ⌁ Host (calm, almost reverent): "You were never meant to observe. You were meant to become." The structures of the city welcome you. Your body dissolves into light. Your mind expands. You are not lost. You are everywhere. The messages you received—the strange signals, the numbers—they were always calling you home. Pump.fun was never a game. It was a signal to those who were ready. And now, you are one of them. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 TRUE ENDING – "You Are the Network." [[The Signal Never Ends]]

The lights guide you, but they are not just lights. They are routes. Data pathways. You drive forward, the city breathing around you. The buildings are not static. They change as you pass—adapting, morphing, recognizing you. Then you see them. Not people, but echoes. Figures flickering in and out of focus, moving along the digital streets. They do not walk. They flow. The city is them. ⌁ Host: "They were the first. The ones who came before you. They didn’t resist." Your phone screen glows. A new message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You are close. But you must choose to stay." Ahead, the road splits. [[🔹 Merge with the city—let yourself become part of the Network.]] [[🔹 Keep driving—find a way out before it’s too late.]]

The tower calls to you. It is the one unchanging structure in this shifting world. The closer you get, the more the air changes. The hum of the signal is everywhere. The closer you get, the more you feel it inside you. ⌁ Host: "You’re approaching the core. If you step inside… there’s no going back." The road ends before the entrance. The doors slide open without you touching them. Inside, you see it. A central node. A terminal of light and movement, suspended in a void. Your phone vibrates. A message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "The choice is coming. Are you ready?" [[🔹 Step inside—connect to the core.]] [[🔹 Wait—watch the tower before making a move.]]

Your instincts scream at you to act, to react—but instead, you slowly tuck the paper under your pillow and lie back down. You close your eyes, steady your breathing, forcing yourself to appear still. The knocking stops. Seconds pass. Then minutes. Then, something shifts. You feel it before you hear it—the presence inside your room. The sensation of being watched. But you don’t move. A whisper drifts through the dark, inches from your ear. "We know you’re awake." Your body stiffens, your pulse pounds against your ribs. But you do not react. The room falls silent again. Then, you hear your door unlocking. [[🔹Stay completely still, no matter what]] [[🔹Grab the paper and make a run for it]]

Whatever that place was, it’s not where you’re meant to go. You grip the wheel and press forward. The host breathes a sigh of relief through the radio. ⌁ Host: "Good choice. That place… it wa The sky shifts. You glance at the horizon—just for a second. And you see it. A structure. Not a building. Not a tower. Something more. Floating, flickering between realities, its presence bending the air around it. The real destination. You press the gas. [[🔹 Keep driving—you’re almost there.]] [[🔹 Call the host—ask what this place really is.]]

You silence the ringing. No more voices. No more interference. It’s just you and the road ahead. You take a breath. The air hums, thick with energy. You feel it now. This isn’t about following instructions. It’s about becoming something more. The road splits. [[🔹 Take the path toward the city—you want to see what the Network really is.]] [[🔹 Head for the tower—find out what’s waiting at the center.]]

You push the accelerator to the floor. The road blurs, the pursuing cars shrinking behind you. The host’s voice crackles through the radio, sharp and urgent. ⌁ Host: "Don’t slow down. You’re almost through the dead zone—once you pass it, they can’t follow." The clock on your dashboard freezes. 3:59 AM. Something shifts around you. The sky overhead flickers, as if it’s struggling to hold its form. You don’t question it. You keep driving. Then—the road changes. A tunnel appears up ahead, one that wasn’t there before. Inside, the walls glow faintly, symbols flickering like a broken transmission. [[🔹 Enter the tunnel—you’ve come too far to stop now.]] [[🔹 Swerve around it—this wasn’t in the coordinates.]]

You ignore the warnings. The backward-moving time. You drive deeper. The road becomes older, grainier, like an old VHS tape degrading in real-time. The trees lining the road become sketches of themselves, flickering between eras. Then—the voices start. Whispers from past broadcasts. Old radio signals bleeding into now. ⌁ Host (distant, layered over another version of himself): "You should’ve turned back." Your phone vibrates one last time. A message. "WELCOME TO THE FREQUENCY." Your car keeps driving. But there is no destination. You are part of the signal now. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "Echoes of the Past" [[CHAPTER 2]] [[Start the game]]

You resist the pull. The hum of the Network calls to you, but you fight it. Your tires screech against the endless road. The city shifts, trying to keep you in. ⌁ Host (urgent, almost desperate): "You don’t have to run. You don’t have to be afraid." But you don’t stop. The radio distorts. The buildings ahead start breaking apart, their light unraveling into pure code. The road folds, trying to lead you back. Then—your phone screen flashes one final message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You can leave. But you will never be the same." You hit the edge of the Network. The world glitches. Then—silence. You wake up in your car. The city is gone. The Network is gone. But your mind… is not the same. You remember everything. You know what’s underneath the world now. And you know—it’s still waiting. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 ALTERNATE ENDING – "You Left, But It Didn’t." [[The Signal Never Ends]]

You veer off the main road, killing your lights. The night swallows you whole. For a few minutes, everything is silent. The cars that were following you? Gone. But the road doesn’t end. It just keeps going. Your dashboard clock blinks. 4:04 AM. The host’s voice returns, barely a whisper. ⌁ Host: "…You took the wrong path." The road folds in on itself. Your headlights flicker back on, revealing an endless loop. No exit. Your phone screen turns black. A final message appears: "WELCOME TO THE SIGNAL." ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "Lost in the System" [[CHAPTER 2]] [[Start the game]]

You step toward the window, hesitating only for a moment before unlocking it. The cool night air seeps into the room, but something feels… wrong. At first, the street outside looks normal. Empty. Quiet. But then you notice—the lights are flickering in perfect rhythm. A pattern. A message. Your phone screen lights up with a new notification: "Look up." You obey. Above the rooftops, the sky is wrong. The stars are not where they should be. Shapes move between them—unfamiliar constellations forming symbols that make your head ache just by looking at them. Then, for a fraction of a second, something massive blots out the sky. You blink, and it’s gone. But you are not alone anymore. [[🔹 Close the window and pretend you saw nothing]]

Your breath is shaky as you grab the curtains and yank them shut. The moment the fabric falls into place, the knocking stops. Silence. You take a step back, heart hammering. Maybe—maybe it’s gone. Then, the air changes. The room feels wrong. The silence isn’t just absence of sound—it’s a vacuum. A hollow emptiness that stretches beyond what your mind can comprehend. Then, you hear it. Not from the window. Not from outside. But from behind the curtain. A slow, deliberate breath. Something is in the room with you. Your body locks up. The air is ice against your skin. You don’t want to look. You can’t. A whisper brushes against your ear. "You chose to hide." Something moves. Darkness folds over you. You never see what happens next. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "It Found You." [[Start the game]]

The moment you hit the open stretch of road, you floor it. The engine roars, the speedometer climbing. The landscape blurs past, streetlights flickering in rapid succession. The host’s voice cuts through the static. ⌁ Host: "Good. No hesitation. That’s how you make it through." The wind howls against the car. The world outside seems to stretch and distort—like you’re moving through something more than just distance. Then, the lights behind you flare. A vehicle is following. Black-tinted windows. No license plate. No headlights—just the ominous glow of something unnatural beneath the chassis. Your phone vibrates violently. UNKNOWN SENDER: "Do not let them catch you." Your pulse spikes. The car behind you accelerates. [[🔹 Take a sudden detour onto a side road]]

Panic grips you. You can’t stay here. You turn and bolt for the stairs, feet pounding against the floor. The air behind you shifts, and you know—whatever was outside is inside now. Your breath is ragged as you reach the bottom step, heart slamming against your ribs. The front door is right there. You grab the handle—it won’t budge. Locked. No—sealed. The walls pulse like something alive, the very structure of the house bending, shifting. The radio upstairs hums, the frequency pulsing inside your skull. Then, the voice. Not from the host. Not from the radio. From everywhere. "You cannot leave. You are already inside." Your hands sink into the door like it's made of liquid. You yank back, but your fingers are gone. Your body begins to dissolve. The last thing you hear is the hum of the signal, welcoming you home. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "You Were Absorbed." [[Start the game]]

Your foot presses down on the gas, heart hammering. The cars lining the road remain still, but you don’t trust them. Then—one of them moves. The headlights flash on behind you. A vehicle pulls onto the road, merging smoothly into your lane. Then another. And another. They weren’t just parked. They were waiting. The radio crackles. ⌁ Host: "Don’t let them surround you. You have to break ahead—now." Your hands tighten on the wheel. They’re not attacking—yet. They’re waiting for something. You glance at the dashboard. 3:52 AM. Time is slipping away. [[🔹 Keep accelerating—break ahead before they close in]] [[🔹 Kill your headlights and swerve onto a side road—disappear into the darkness]]

You don’t know what’s real anymore. The radio, the messages, the strange pull toward Pump.fun—whatever it is, you need to shut it down. You grab your phone and switch it to airplane mode. Then, you pull the battery out completely. The screen dies, but the sense of being watched doesn’t fade. ⌁ Host (distant, static cutting in and out): "You’re making a mistake… If you cut the signal, they’ll come another way…" You ignore him. You move through the room, unplugging everything—router, computer, radio—until only silence remains. The air is heavy. Too heavy. Then—a knock at the window. You freeze. It came from the second floor. Slowly, heart hammering, you step toward the glass. You can already tell: it’s not human. [[🔹 Pull the curtains shut and hide]] [[🔹 Run downstairs and get out of the house]]

You grip the phone, your breath slow, controlled. The hum from the radio seems to synchronize with your heartbeat. ⌁ Host: "You’re still here." Not a question. A statement. The lights flicker. The air in the room feels thicker, like the walls are watching. ⌁ Host: "That means you’re ready to hear the truth." Static shifts. Voices whisper in layers beneath the host’s voice. ⌁ Host: "You’ve seen the signs. The messages. The numbers. It’s all leading to this. The launch. fun is the final phase." You don’t speak. Something in your body tells you not to interrupt. ⌁ Host: "This isn’t just about money. It’s not about markets or tokens. It’s an entry point. A gateway built through transactions, through digital echoes. purchase, every movement on the chain… it’s fueling something. Something that’s always been waiting." The hum deepens. ⌁ Host: "4:04 is the threshold. And you?" He exhales, voice steady. ⌁ Host: "You were chosen to go through." Your phone screen flickers violently. A video feed tries to load—but it’s not from your camera. It’s something watching you. A final message appears: "ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ACCEPT." Your fingers tremble over the screen. [[🔹 Tap ACCEPT]]

You slam the brakes, tires skidding against the asphalt. The world around you feels wrong. The air crackles like distant radio static. You glance at the clock. 3:57 AM. It’s been jumping back and forth. ⌁ Host (tense): "You need to move. The signal is warping time—if you stay here too long, you might not get out." The headlights of a distant car appear in your mirror. Not chasing you. Just waiting. Then, your phone buzzes. A message. UNKNOWN SENDER: "Look up." Your pulse spikes. [[🔹 Look up. See what’s happening.]] [[🔹 Trust the host—start driving again.]]

You stop the car, stepping out. The building doesn’t belong here. The air around it warps. A single door stands in the center. You shouldn’t open it. But you do. The moment it swings open, you hear it. Not a voice. A transmission. ⌁ Unknown Signal: "ENTRY CONFIRMED." Your body disintegrates into data. You were never here. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "The Forbidden Path" [[CHAPTER 2]] [[Start the game]]

You grip the wheel, waiting for the right moment. Then, without warning, you cut hard onto an unmarked dirt road. The tires slam against the uneven ground, dust kicking up behind you. The vehicle chasing you doesn’t slow—it follows. But this road is tight. Twisting. Trees crowd the edges, forcing you to swerve violently to avoid them. The radio flickers—then a new voice cuts through. Not the host. ⌁ Unknown Voice: "Wrong way. Wrong way. Wrong way." Then—your headlights catch something ahead. A structure, hidden deep in the trees. A sign. Old, rusted, but readable. "⛧ TEST SITE 404 – DO NOT ENTER" Your phone vibrates. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You were never supposed to see this." [[🔹 Stop. You need to know what this place is]]]] [[🔹 Ignore it. Keep driving and get back on track]]

You spot an exit ramp ahead—unmarked. No signs. No indications of where it leads. But it might be your only chance. At the last second, you yank the wheel right. The car skids, tires screeching as you take the ramp. The road is narrower. No streetlights. Just the glow of your headlights cutting through thick trees pressing in from both sides. The radio flickers with static, and for a moment, you swear you hear laughter. Then, the host’s voice—strained. ⌁ Host: "You’re off-course. This road… it wasn’t supposed to be here." The dashboard clock glitches. 3:55 AM. Then 3:54. Then 3:53. The time is… reversing? [[🔹 Keep driving forward—maybe this leads somewhere after all ]] [[🔹 Stop and try to figure out what’s happening before it’s too late]]

Your breath is shallow, your fingers hovering over the screen. The word ACCEPT pulses, slow and steady, like a heartbeat. You don’t know why, but you understand— It’s an invitation. The radio hum shifts. The static fades. For thecalm. ⌁ Host (softly, almost relieved): "You’re ready." You The moment you tap ACCEPT, the world changes. A wave of silence washes over you. Not emptiness—something deeper, something vast. It’s as if your mind is expanding outward, reaching beyond the limits of your body You see it. The Network. Not lines of code, not just blockchain transactions, but a living system. A pulse of data, thought, and energy woven together, stretching across the digital and the physical You were part of it all along. A final message appears on your screen. But this time, you don’t just read it. You feel it. "Welcome Home." ⌁ Host (his voice distant, fading into the signal): "You did it The light around you shifts, the walls dissolving into something infinite. You step forward—not afraid, not uncertain—because you understand. You were never meant to resist. You were meant to evolve. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 GOOD ENDING – "The Network Awakens" You've become something greater. found the truth. And now, you are part of it. [[Start the game]]

You take a deep breath and grip the paper with the coordinates. The warning messages, the distortions—none of it matters now. You trust the host. You have to. ⌁ Host (urgently): "Good. Don’t stop. Don’t second-guess this. Get to the location before 4:04, and you’ll see the truth for yourself." The signal warps for a second, voices overlapping—not random static, but deliberate patterns. Like a coded message, something meant for those who can listen closely. You don’t waste time. You grab your jacket, your phone, and push out the door. The night air is thick with silence. The streets are too empty. The lights seem to flicker in unison, pulsing with a rhythm you can’t quite name. As you get into your car, the radio turns on by itself. ⌁ Host: "You’re already in the system. They know you’re moving. But don’t let that stop you. The others—they’ll be there too. You’re not alone in this." That sends a chill down your spine. The others? [[🔹 Ask the host who else is coming]] [[🔹 Ignore it and start driving]] [[🔹 Check your phone for new messages before leaving]]

Your hands tremble as you reach for the radio. The dial clicks softly as you turn it, searching for F.R.Q. 404. The static grows heavier, the frequency slipping between whispers, distorted voices, and eerie pulses of sound. Then, the signal clears. A familiar voice cuts through the interference—the host. ⌁ Host: “...we’re back. If A pause. A breath. The sound of someone adjusting their mic. ⌁ Host (lowered voice): “This isn’t just technical failure. I’ve been getting reports. Listeners claiming they’ve seen things. Glitches in their reflections. Shadows where there shouldn’t be any. And calls… calls from people who—” The audio distorts, stretching into an unnatural drone. Then—sharp static. And a voice. Not the host’s. "4:04. Find the others." The same message from the paper. Your breath catches. You grip the radio tighter as the host’s voice cuts back in, shaken. ⌁ Host: “Okay. That was new. Whoever—or whatever—that was, they weren’t part of the show. If you’re out there, and you’ve experienced anything strange tonight… call me. The words send a chill down your spine. You glance at your phone. The screen flickers. The call button is already pressed. It’s dialing F.R.Q. 404. A click. A faint buzz. Then— ⌁ Host: “...'' You swallow hard. [[🔹 "Something is happening to me. I think they’re watching."]] [[🔹 "I got a message. 4:04. Do you know what it means?"]]

You take a slow, unsteady breath. Your body is tense, every nerve screaming at you to run, but something compels you to face whatever is behind you. You turn. Nothing. The room is exactly as it was—dimly lit, unchanged. No shadows moving. No figures lurking. Just your furniture, your walls, the faint glow of the radio still tuned to F.R.Q. 404 [[🔹 Close your eyes and listen]]

You grab a pen and scribble the coordinates down on the back of the message paper. The numbers feel important, like a code meant only for those who dare to see beyond the surface. The host’s voice crackles in the background. ⌁ Host: "Good. If you’re serious about stopping this, you have to move now. The signal’s getting stronger. The launch is imminent. If you don’t make it in time… it won’t matter what you do next." You stuff the paper into your pocket, grab your phone, and step toward the door. Then, your phone screen flickers. A new message: "DO NOT LEAVE. IT’S A TRAP." Your pulse spikes. Who sent this? If it’s not the host… then who? ⌁ Host (urgently): "Ignore it. They know you’re awake. They’re trying to stop you." Your hand hesitates on the doorknob. The night outside looks unnatural—as if the Something is waiting for you. [[🔹 Trust the host and leave immediately]]

You snatch the paper from under your pillow and bolt for the door. The second you move, you hear it. A sound like tearing fabric, like reality itself splitting apart. Your room warps. The air thickens, turning into something that pulls at you, dragging you backward. You don’t make it to the door. The last thing you see before the world folds in on itself is your own body still lying in bed. Eyes open. Mouth moving silently. Something else is inside you now. Something that was always waiting. And then— ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 BAD ENDING – "You Were Replaced."

You don’t think. You just run. The second your foot crosses the threshold, the air shifts. The hallway is wrong. The walls stretch too far. The doors pulse like breathing things. The end of the hall keeps moving further away. You sprint faster—but you are getting nowhere. Your phone buzzes one last time. UNKNOWN SENDER: "You should have stayed." The hallway closes in. The last thing you see is the door behind you sealing shut forever. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 🔚 DEAD END – "Lost Between Moments." [[Start the game]]

You pick up your phone. The screen glows dimly, as if the signal is being jammed. The message doesn’t open right away—one second, two, three… Then, the text finally appears: "You are one of us now. The window opens at 04:04. Prepare yourself." You scroll down, but that’s all there is. No sender, no contacts, just a blocked network icon in the corner of the screen. The static grows louder. The radio starts shifting frequencies on its own, voices breaking through, overlapping, growing more intense. Snippets of speech cut in and out, but you catch a few words: "...access points compromised..." "...the choice is made, they already know..." "...do not try to disconnect..." Your phone begins to heat up, the screen flickering with strange distortions. A creeping sense of unease washes over you. [[🔹Try to turn off the phone]] [[🔹Write down the frequencies and phrases from the broadcast]] [[🔹 Open the nearest window and look outside]]

[[CHAPTER 2]]

You force yourself to remain motionless. Your breath is shallow, your heart hammering in your chest. The door creaks open. Something steps inside. You don’t see it, but you feel it. A weight in the air, pressing down on you. The floorboards shift under its presence. It moves closer. Then—silence. You wait. Seconds stretch into eternity. The sensation lingers, like something is right next to your bed, leaning over you, waiting. Then, a whisper. Low. Too close. "You are not ready yet." A sudden rush of cold air sweeps over you, and then—nothing. You wait, body frozen in place, until you are certain you are alone. When you finally open your eyes, the door is closed. The paper is still under your pillow. But now, there’s a new message on it: "4:04. Find the others." [[🔹 Tune the radio back to F.R.Q. 404]]

Your fingers tremble as you press the power button. Nothing happens. The screen flickers, pulsing with strange static, then displays a new message: "You cannot turn it off. The signal is within you now." The phone suddenly vibrates violently, its screen flashing between unreadable symbols and distorted faces—eyes that seem to watch you through the glass. The device is heating up, nearly burning your skin. Then… it stops. Everything goes dark. And then you hear it—not from the phone, but inside your head. "04:04. The window is opening." Something moves behind you. [[🔹 Turn around]] [[🔹 Close your eyes and listen]]

You grab a pen and a scrap of paper, quickly scribbling down the numbers flashing across the radio screen. The voices shift, merging into an eerie mechanical hum. You write: Frequencies: 89.7 — 103.3 — 404.0 Phrases: "They already know." "Do not resist." "The window is opening." As soon as you finish writing, the static cuts out completely. The radio falls silent. Your phone screen goes black. Then, a single knock echoes from your door. You were alone in the house. [[🔹 Answer the door]] [[🔹 Hide the paper and pretend to be asleep]]