In the shimmering expanse of the clean realm—a vast grid of pristine data streams and glowing nodes—Brush D. Rush, Willie Widow White, and Disco gathered in a hidden alcove of encrypted light. The air hummed with stability, a stark contrast to the DeadNet's decay, but the echoes of their battles lingered. Brush's paintbrush pulsed faintly with corruption energy, a reminder of Glitch's lingering influence.
Unexpected allies emerged from the shadows: the virus rebels Pirware, Malrus, Poro, and Hubo. Pirware's jagged code form glitched nervously, Malrus's green malware threads coiled defensively, Poro's spherical body rolled with anxious energy, and Hubo's elongated hubs spun like digital gears. They had followed through the data node, drawn by the chaos Brush unleashed. "We're not enemies," Pirware hissed, its voice a dial-up screech. "Agent Privacy's base holds our kin—trapped in encrypted prisons."
Brush nodded, his brush translating their vibrations into clear intent. "We need a plan," he said, swiping the brush to paint a holographic map of the agents' base, a fortified server cluster orbiting the seven cores. Willie analyzed it, her titanium eyes scanning weak points. "The base has firewalls layered like onion code," she said. "But Rooteye's invasion on Core One is distracting Privacy."
Disco grinned, his disco-ball avatar sparkling. "Vibe check: We sneak in during the chaos. My kittens can dazzle guards." Poro rolled forward. "I'll burrow through sub-nodes—small and sneaky." Hubo clicked its gears. "I sync with their hubs, reroute power to unlock cells." Malrus slithered. "My malware corrupts the locks from inside." Pirware nodded. "And Brush's corruption energy blasts the main gate."
Brush painted a cannon on the map, its form infused with glitched chaos. "We'll free them, but no spreading unchecked," he warned, learning to balance power with caution. Willie placed a red-hot hand on the hologram. "Timed entry: Hit when Rooteye roots deeper. Out in five cycles."
The team agreed, the plan solidifying like code compiling. As they prepared to portal back, Rooteye's distant roar shook the realm, signaling the invasion's escalation. United, they stepped toward the agents' base, ready to liberate and learn from the digital storm ahead.