Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“You’re Apocalyptic, Montessa. Apocalyptic Montessa.” She smiled at him, and she could feel the radiance from it. “And you’re my Nuclear Lulu. We’re meant to be, my love.” He held out his hand. She walked over and took it. Sparks flew. Magic happened. Nuclear reactors melted down in joy. The world combusted.

​The second I finally got back to my own apartment and locked the door behind me, the sheer reality of the situation began to dawn on me properly. ​I was truly back. I was back in the past, and there were exactly two weeks left before the apocalypse. ​I walked straight into my bedroom and collapsed face-first onto the mattress, tightly gripping the large brown teddy bear I used to cuddle every single night. The teddy I missed so much in those gruelling nights after the apocalypse hit.

"It's starting. Whatever you predicted, it's starting. And we're out of time." Maya followed him through chaos. Other prisoners being processed out. Guards abandoning their posts. People running. In the processing room, Daniel was waiting with Sloane. "The apocalypse," Daniel said without preamble. "It's not in twelve days. It's happening now. Temperature drops across the northeast. Sudden, catastrophic. The Governor issued an emergency order releasing you because—" The lights flickered. Went out. Emergency backup kicked in. "—because the power grid is failing," Daniel finished. "Maya, we need to get to the shelter. Right now."

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

The seven recruits followed Jack's gaze toward the massive panoramic monitors hanging above the flight deck. The screens weren't showing news anchors. They were showing raw, unfiltered drone footage of the apocalypse. The Siberian Ice Titan buried under millions of tons of rubble, still shifting and causing localized earthquakes. A Category 5 hurricane over the Bermuda Triangle that was violently pulling aircraft out of the sky. The A****n rainforest being aggressively consumed by a sprawling, pulsating purple biomass. Kael took a step back, his bravado instantly evaporating. "What... what are those things?"

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

They had just given Core Prime true consciousness. The real apocalypse had officially begun. Not as an enemy, but as a mystery that had just awakened from its slumber.