📍 SCENE: The crew’s apartment – night. Silence. No flickering lights. No glitches. No void outside the door. The world is… still. The air carries an eerie finality, like the last page of a book waiting to be turned.

🟨 OV: whispering Nigga… what just happened?

🟥 MG: shaking his head Nigga, I don’t know, but I feel something.

🟩 GU: breathing deep Nigga, where he at?

A voice answers— from everywhere.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: calmly Right here.

They turn. He stands by the window, hands folded, looking out at the city. The storm is gone. The streets are still. The world is perfectly frozen.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: softly It’s time.

They don’t run. They don’t fight. Not this time. This time, they feel it. Something irreversible is happening.

🟨 OV: noticing something …Nigga. Look.

They follow his gaze—to the table. A script.

🟨 OV: reading …'EP10 – ONE FINAL REWRITE.'

🟩 GU: blinking Nigga… that’s this episode.

🟥 MG: frowning Nigga, what does that mean?!

And then—the world around them begins to unravel. The walls flicker, turning into floating lines of text. The furniture dissolves into scripts. The floor beneath them fades—revealing nothing but pages, sentences, words.

🟩 GU: starting to panick Nigga, wait—WAIT!

The room collapses. The world rewinds. Everything turns white. No walls. No reality. Just an endless, empty expanse. The crew stands there. MG. OV. GU. The last ones left. Across from them, sitting at a floating desk, is Mysterious Man. Calm. Patient. A writer at the end of his story. On the desk? The script.

🟩 GU: tense …What happens now?

Mysterious Man runs a hand over the pages—like a painter admiring his finished canvas.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: softly …The story ends.

Silence. The words hit harder than they should.

🟥 MG: gritted teeth …So what, we just die?

🕴️ Mysterious Man: shaking head No. Death isn’t the end of a story. It’s just part of it.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: gesturing behind them This? This is different.

Behind them, floating in the void, a massive timeline appears. Every episode. Every moment. Every season—their entire existence.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: You’ve had your time. The jokes, the chaos, the rewrites, the resets. Every scene, every arc—it all led here.

He flips another page. The void ripples. Suddenly—they’re not alone. Figures begin appearing. Familiar faces. Side characters. Old guests. Every person who’s ever been in their story. Even the ones long forgotten.

🟨 OV: staring Nigga… is that—?!

🟥 MG: softly The whole cast.

Everyone they’ve ever known in this world is here. Watching. Waiting. And then—the script starts erasing itself. One by one, the words vanish from the page. Reality follows. Scenes rewind. Episodes collapse back into themselves.

🟩 GU: panicked Nigga, WHAT!

He tries to run, to grab something—but there’s nothing to grab. The void pulls them backward. Through Season 5. Through Season 4. Through Season 3... Everything unravels. Every joke, every fight, every moment they thought mattered. It’s all being rewritten.

🟨 OV: shouting NIGGA, WHAT HAPPENS TO US?!

Mysterious Man watches as the last words on the script begin to fade. He looks at them—just once—before giving the final answer.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: …You begin again.

The void deepens. Their bodies shift, flickering between form and ink—characters dissolving into the very words that made them.

🟩 GU: watching his hands dissolve into letters Nigga, I ain’t scared.

🟥 MG: accepting the truth Me neither.

🟨 OV: exhaling …Aight, then. Let’s finish this.

The last words vanish.

📍 SCENE: A Studio. Bright lights. A clean set. No void. No distortions. Just reality. The crew blinks. They’re sitting on a couch. The cameras are in front of them. A fresh, untouched stage.

🟨 OV: blinking …Nigga?

🟩 GU: looking around Nigga, what the fuck just—?!

🟥 MG: suddenly realizing Nigga… we home.

A voice booms.

🎬 PRODUCER: off-screen Alright, y’all ready? Let’s run it from the top. Pilot episode.

The cameras turn on. The crew sits up, confused.

🟨 OV: whispering …Pilot? Nigga, what pilot?

A script is placed in front of them. Brand new. The title on the cover:
'Status Report – Pilot Episode'

The script is blank. No memories. No seasons. No past. Because for them—this is just the beginning.

🎬 PRODUCER: clapping Aight, let’s get it! Status Report—take one!

The crew exchanges glances. A weird sense of déjà vu lingers—like a dream they can’t remember. Then—the red camera light blinks.

🟥 MG: shrugging …Nigga, whatever. Let’s do this.

The camera zooms in. And just like that—

CUT TO BLACK.

STATUS REPORT
THE END.