📍 SCENE: The crew's apartment – night. TV's on, playing the episode. Meanwhile, they sneaking into a massive underground server room hidden behind a massive vault, rows upon rows of glowing terminals, ONLY raw unedited episodes, hoping to find that contract. The air hums with energy.

🟥 MG: reading a sign ‘Status Report: Episode Archives’, where is that fucking contract?

🟨 OV: Nigga, we inside the source code.

🟩 GU: grinning Nigga, what happens if we turn shit back on?

A screen pops up. It’s a folder labeled ‘Lost Episodes.’

🟥 MG: Nigga, we got unaired episodes?

🟨 OV: Nigga, these ain’t even finished.

🟩 GU: Let’s see what’s in ‘em.

EP0 – THE PILOT.

They open the file, and suddenly... they’re pulled into the original Status Report Pilot – but scrapped glitched-out version. The world is unstable, flickering like an old VHS tape. They see their original selves, but distorted—movements lagging, voices warped.

❤️ GLITCHED MG: 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖...

💛 GLITCHED OV: 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤...

💚 GLITCHED GU: 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕦𝕤?

They yank themselves out back to the server room, panting. The screen glitches and another episode auto-loads, a future one that never aired. They see themselves from the future, wearing corporate suits, sitting in a luxury office, drinking champagne.

🍎 FUTURE MG: chuckling Nigga, remember when we used to roast brands?

🍋 FUTURE OV: sipping champagne Now we own them.

🫒 FUTURE GU: Nigga, toast to selling out.

The crew watches in horror.

🟥 MG: Nigga, this ain’t us.

🟨 OV: Nigga, we gotta shut this down.

🟩 GU: Nah, nigga, we gotta see more.

EP∞ – THE SHOW ENDS.

A final file appears, red and corrupted. It just says 'The Final Episode' They open it, and suddenly, the world fades to black, cold, empty space. They stand in a void, facing the Mysterious Man.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: calmly You weren’t supposed to see this.

🟥 MG: Nigga, what the hell is going on?

🟨 OV: We saw episodes that never aired.

🟩 GU: And one where we sold out.

🕴️ Mysterious Man: smirking Time is fluid. Stories are rewritten. You, my friends, are nothing more than… characters.

Everything glitches again. The world snaps back, and they are thrown back into reality—sitting in their apartment, like nothing happened. Their computers are gone. The server room is sealed. The ‘Lost Episodes’ folder? Now just a blank file.

🟥 MG: Nigga, did that just happen?

🟨 OV: Nigga, I don’t know, but… I don’t wanna check again.

🟩 GU: We might’ve messed with something we weren’t supposed to.

The Mysterious Man watching them on a monitor, saying nothing, just grinning.