The Hololive EN headquarters stood as a monument to organized chaos—a gleaming tower of glass and steel where the world's most chaotic content creators somehow managed to function as a semi-coherent unit. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which in hindsight, should have been the first warning sign. Nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday.
On the third floor, Mori Calliope was in the middle of an intense rap writing session, her skeletal fingers flying across her keyboard as she muttered lyrics under her breath. "Death comes swift, but the bars come swifter..."
One floor up, Gawr Gura was deep into a rhythm game stream, her shark tail swishing in concentration as chat spammed "A" in perfect synchronization. "Okay chat, watch THIS combo! I've been practicing this part for weeks!"
In her studio apartment-style room, Takanashi Kiara had just started her usual talk show segment, her phoenix flames providing ambient lighting as she gestured enthusiastically at her webcam. "So like I was saying, the key to perfect fried chicken is—"
Ina'nis was peacefully sketching eldritch horrors that somehow came out cute, her tentacles idle as soft lo-fi music played in the background. "Maybe if I add more eyes here... yes, that's much more wholesome."
And Amelia Watson? She was tinkering with yet another timeline-hopping device in her lab-room, because of course she was. "If I just reverse the polarity of this flux capacitor—wait, that's a movie thing. Whatever, it'll work."
Everything was peaceful. Serene, even. The kind of calm that should have immediately set off alarm bells for anyone familiar with how Hololive EN operated.
That's when reality started to crack.
In the central atrium of the building—a massive open space that connected all the floors—Hakos Baelz materialized in a burst of crimson energy. Her dice motif accessories glowed with chaotic power as she spread her arms wide, her red eyes gleaming with mischievous intent.
"YOOOOO! What's up, EN!" Bae's voice echoed through the entire building, magically amplified by her chaos powers. "It's been TOO quiet around here! And you know what that means?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Nobody was even there to give one.
"It means CHAOS IS OVERDUE!"
Bae slammed her hands together, and the very fabric of reality within the building began to warp. The walls shimmered, twisted, and suddenly every single room in the Hololive EN building was connected to a massive reality marble—an infinite plane of weapons, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"I AM THE BONE OF MY CHAOS!" Bae declared, striking a dramatic pose as swords, spears, guns, and every conceivable weapon materialized around her in endless rows. "UNLIMITED WEAPON WORKS!"
The effect was immediate and catastrophic.
Calli's room suddenly expanded into the infinite weapon wasteland, her desk floating in an ocean of armaments. "What the—BAELZ! I'M STREAMING!"
Gura's gaming setup was now surrounded by ancient blades. "DUDE! My combo! I was about to—wait, are those SWORDS? Sick!"
Kiara's cozy kitchen talk show set was now inexplicably connected to an infinite armory. "BAAAAE! I was talking about CHICKEN RECIPES!"
Ina calmly set down her tablet, observing the reality marble with mild interest. "Fascinating. A bounded field of conceptual armaments. The Ancient Ones would find this derivative, but functional."
Amelia looked up from her device, saw the infinite weapons, then looked back down. "Honestly? Not even in my top ten weirdest Tuesdays."
Bae's laughter echoed across the marble, loud enough to shake the weapons. "THIS IS GOING TO BE SUCH GOLD CONTENT! CHAT IS GONNA GO ABSOLUTELY WILD!"
But Bae wasn't the only Council member who had decided that peace was boring.
High above the atrium, Nanashi Mumei descended from seemingly nowhere, her brown owl hoodie billowing dramatically. Her usually gentle eyes now glowed with golden light as she brought her hands together in a familiar pose.
"Domain Expansion," Mumei intoned, her voice carrying an uncharacteristic weight of power. Her fingers formed a frame in front of her face as she struck a perfect Gojo pose. "Civilization's Endless March."
The reality marble shuddered as a second domain clashed with Bae's Unlimited Weapons Works. Suddenly, massive architectural structures—pyramids, coliseums, castles, modern skyscrapers—began materializing throughout the infinite weapon field, creating a bizarre mashup of human civilization's greatest achievements and an infinite armory.
"MUMEI?!" Bae's eyes widened with delight. "OH, YOU'RE CHALLENGING ME? THIS IS PERFECT!"
The rest of Council reacted immediately.
Ouro Kronii had been admiring herself in her full-length mirror—as she did for approximately 73% of her waking hours—when the time warden felt the distortion in the space-time continuum. She stopped mid-pose, her heterochromatic eyes narrowing.
"Those idiots are breaking reality again," Kronii muttered, fixing her hair one last time before stepping away from the mirror. "And they didn't even invite me to the cool poses competition. Rude."
Tsukumo Sana, who had been peacefully napping in her room—shrunk down to human size for comfort—jolted awake as the building's structural integrity began to fail. "Wha—huh?! I was having such a nice dream about becoming a black hole..."
Ceres Fauna's nature sanctuary room suddenly found itself bisected by a massive Greek temple that Mumei had spawned. Her carefully tended saplings were now growing around marble columns. "Mother Nature is NOT pleased," Fauna said, her tone carrying an edge that made nearby plants wilt nervously. "My babies were just getting comfortable!"
On the seventh floor, the Advent girls had been having a perfectly wholesome collab stream. All five of them were crammed into Nerissa's room, their collective energy creating the kind of chaotic but controlled environment that their fans loved.
"And that's why," Fuwawa was explaining with characteristic enthusiasm, "dogs are objectively better than—"
"Cats are clearly superior!" Mococo interrupted, the twins' eternal argument playing out for the thousandth time.
"Mococo… you're a dog."
"but a dog can be like a cat!"
"Mococo-chan, that's not…" Fuwawa sighs.
Shiori Novella was in the corner, writing something in her notebook with a concerning smile. "The narrative structure of this stream is exquisite. The rising tension, the character dynamics..."
Nerissa Ravencroft was mid-song, her demonic pipes serenading the chat with a cover of some anime opening.
And Koseki Bijou was just vibing, munching on some rocks she'd materialized because, well, she was a rock and that's what rocks do.
Then the floor beneath them turned into crystallized mana, part of Mumei's civilization domain.
The twins stopped arguing immediately. "FUWAU?!" they said in unison.
Nerissa's song cut off with a squawk. "What the—my floor! That's MY floor! Those are MY floorboards!"
Shiori looked up from her notebook, adjusted her glasses, and deadpan stated: "We're all going to die."
Bijou stopped mid-chew on her rock snack, her crystal-like eyes widening. "Oh. Oh, this is happening NOW?"
The five of them rushed to the window and saw the impossible sight: Bae and Mumei were flying through the air, trading blows that sent shockwaves rippling through both domains. Weapons from Bae's Unlimited Weapon Works were firing automatically at Mumei, who was deflecting them with monuments to human civilization that she spawned as shields.
"IS THAT BAE AND MUMEI?!" Fuwawa pressed her face against the glass.
"THEY'RE DESTROYING THE BUILDING!" Mococo joined her twin.
Nerissa's demonic heritage kicked in, her eyes glowing. "Oh no. Oh NO. Management is going to be SO mad about this."
Shiori was already writing furiously. "This is incredible narrative content. The destruction, the chaos, the insurance claims we'll have to file..."
But Bijou?
Bijou felt something stir within her. Something ancient.
Something powerful.
Something that said, "You know what this fight needs? MORE PARTICIPANTS."
Bijou's form began to glow with pink and blue crystalline energy. Her eyes shone with determination as she turned to her Advent genmates. "I'm going in."
"BIBOO NO—" Nerissa started.
"BIBOO YES!" The little rock girl struck a pose, and suddenly her hand plunged into a dimensional rift. When she pulled back, she was gripping a massive sword—easily twice her height—that crackled with demonic energy. The Yamato, Devil May Cry's legendary blade.
"Wait, where did you—HOW did you—" Shiori's narrative understanding of reality was breaking down.
"DEVIL TRIGGER!" Bijou screamed, and her form erupted in a burst of demonic power. Her appearance shifted, taking on an angelic-demonic aesthetic as wings of crystallized energy burst from her back.
Then she was gone, shooting through the window (and leaving a Bijou-shaped hole in the glass) to join the aerial battle.
"Well," Fuwawa said after a moment of stunned silence.
"There she goes," Mococo finished.
The twins looked at each other, then shrugged in perfect synchronization. "SHOULD WE—"
"Absolutely not," Nerissa grabbed both of them. "We are STAYING HERE where it's SAFE."
"This is technically the climax of Act II," Shiori observed, still taking notes. "The stakes have escalated beyond—"
The wall exploded inward as a stray blast from the fight outside disintegrated it.
"OKAY WE'RE LEAVING!" Nerissa grabbed everyone and made for the stairs.
Meanwhile, on the ninth floor, Hololive Justice was having their own individual moments.
Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame, self-proclaimed queen and definitely-not-a-chunibyo, was in the middle of an intense "seeing" stream—her mystical fortune-telling sessions where she definitely had real magical powers and wasn't just making things up (she was totally making things up).
"And the cards tell me that... someone in chat will have a very fortunate encounter with... a tuna sandwich?" Elizabeth squinted at her cards. "Wait, that can't be right—"
The entire room shook as Bijou's Devil Triggered form crashed through the airspace outside her window, clashing with Bae in an explosion of chaos energy and crystalline power.
Elizabeth slowly turned to look at the battle, her eye twitching. "I—what—MY SEEING WAS INTERRUPTED! The mystical energies are COMPLETELY disrupted now!"
In the game room, Gigi Murin was deep into a competitive FPS match, her gamer instincts firing on all cylinders. "Okay chat, they're pushing B site, we need to rotate and—"
BOOM.
The building shook so hard that her mouse flew off her desk.
"WHAT?!" Gigi paused her game—something she NEVER did—and rushed to the window. She saw the three-way aerial battle and her jaw dropped. "Is that... are they... is Bijou using DEVIL TRIGGER?! That's not even from the same franchise as— you know what, I'm not even surprised anymore."
In the kitchen, Cecilia Immergreen and Raora Panthera were engaged in a cooking collaboration, making some kind of elaborate pasta dish.
"So you want to fold the pasta like this," Cecilia was demonstrating with her usual elegant grace, "and then—"
The kitchen lights flickered as reality itself strained under the weight of multiple domain expansions occurring simultaneously.
"Did the lights just—" Raora started.
Then they heard it. The unmistakable sound of Bijou screaming "JUDGEMENT CUT!" followed by what sounded like reality being sliced into pieces.
Both of them rushed to the kitchen window and witnessed the absolute chaos unfolding in the sky above the building.
"Oh mamma mia," Raora whispered.
"Well," Cecilia said with surprising calm, "I suppose lunch is postponed."
But the true chaos had yet to reveal itself.
IRyS—HoloEN's resident Nephilim and bridge between Myth and Council—had been standing in her recording booth, headphones on, running through vocal warm-ups. She'd been there the whole time, completely unaware of the building falling apart around her due to her soundproof studio.
When she finally took off her headphones and opened her door, she was greeted by the sight of the entire building's interior transformed into a battleground of infinite weapons, civilization monuments, and crystalline demonic energy.
"Oh," IRyS said, with the tone of someone who had seen this exact scenario play out at least three times before. "It's Tuesday."
She watched Bae, Mumei, and Bijou trading blows in the sky, their powers creating shockwaves that were systematically destroying every floor of the building.
Something in her Nephilim blood stirred. The angel side said: "You should stop this before someone gets hurt."
The demon side said: "GET IN THERE."
Guess which side won?
IRyS's eyes began to glow—not her usual gold and red heterochromia, but a new pattern. Concentric circles appeared in her irises, ring after ring of tomoe symbols spreading outward until her entire eyes were covered in an intricate pattern of power.
"Rinne-Sharingan," IRyS said, her voice echoing with divine and demonic authority. "Hope Eternal."
Her body lifted off the ground, wings of pure crystallized hope and despair manifesting behind her. The very concept of "possibility" bent around her as she ascended to join the fight.
Down in what remained of the lobby, Amelia Watson looked up from her timeline device. "Okay, NOW it's in my top ten weirdest Tuesdays."
The four combatants faced each other in the sky above the crumbling Hololive EN building, each radiating their own unique brand of overwhelming power.
Bae grinned maniacally, surrounded by every weapon known to mankind and several that weren't. "NOW we're talking! Four-way free-for-all! CHAT IS GOING TO EAT THIS UP!"
Mumei maintained her Gojo pose, golden light still emanating from her eyes. "Civilization will prevail. It always does."
Bijou, in full Devil Trigger mode, spun the Yamato in one hand. "I call dibs on the cool finishing move!"
IRyS cracked her knuckles, her Rinne-Sharingan spinning lazily. "You're all going to pay for interrupting my vocal practice. Do you know how hard it is to hit that high note in the chorus?"
For one perfect moment, everything was still.
Then all hell broke loose.
Bae launched first, sending a barrage of swords, guns, and exotic weapons from every angle. Mumei countered by spawning the Great Wall of China to block, then sent the Pyramids of Giza spinning through the air like massive stone shurikens. Bijou blurred into motion, leaving after-images as she cut through everything with Yamato's dimensional-severing blade. IRyS simply raised a hand, and everything heading toward her stopped mid-air, frozen in conceptual time.
"UNLIMITED CHAOS BARRAGE!" Bae shouted, multiplying her weapon output by a thousand.
"CIVILIZATION'S ADVANCE!" Mumei responded, every significant human structure throughout history manifesting at once.
"JUDGEMENT CUT END!" Bijou's blade created a sphere of infinite slashes that annihilated everything in a fifty-meter radius.
"HOPE AND DESPAIR!" IRyS clapped her hands together, and the very concepts of positive and negative possibility began tearing reality apart at the seams.
The building didn't stand a chance.
Floor by floor, the Hololive EN headquarters began to collapse. Not fall—collapse. There's a difference. Falling implies gravity is involved. This was more like reality was giving up on the building's right to exist.
Myth had already evacuated, because they were professionals (and had seen this exact scenario before).
Calli was carrying Gura under one arm like a football. "I told you! I TOLD you that things were too quiet!"
"MY STREAM! My combo! I was so close to the world record!" Gura flailed ineffectively.
Kiara was flying alongside them, her phoenix form providing a convenient escape. "Do you think management will understand about this? Should I draft an apology? I should draft an apology."
Ina floated serenely, tentacles acting as both transportation and umbrella against falling debris. "The Ancient Ones are laughing at us right now. I can feel their amusement from across dimensions."
Amelia was already two blocks away before anyone else started moving. Time travel has its perks.
The rest of Council had gathered in what remained of the lobby.
Kronii was checking her phone. "I'm getting SO many Twitter notifications. We're trending. Again. For the third time this month."
Fauna's left eye was twitching. "My trees. My precious babies. They were JUST starting to bloom."
Sana, still groggy from her nap, yawned widely. "Can't we have ONE week without reality-bending combat? Just one?"
Advent burst into the lobby from the stairwell, Nerissa still dragging Fuwawa and Mococo.
"WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!" Nerissa wailed.
"BIBOO LEFT US!" the twins cried in unison.
Shiori was still taking notes. "The narrative structure is brilliant. The escalation, the stakes, the—is that IRyS with a Rinne-Sharingan?"
Justice arrived moments later, considerably more composed but no less confused.
"I have lost all semblance of understanding," Elizabeth declared dramatically. "My mystical third eye has been blinded by the chaos!"
"I lost my ranked game," Gigi said flatly. "I was about to rank up. I HAD A NINETY PERCENT CHANCE TO WIN."
"The pasta is ruined," Raora mourned. "RUINED!"
Cecilia was the only one smiling. "Well, at least it's not boring."
Back in the sky, the four combatants had stopped holding back.
Bae had activated her full Chaos mode, her hair floating wildly as reality bent around her. "You guys are actually pretty good! But let's see how you handle THIS!" She clasped her hands together, and suddenly every weapon in her Unlimited Weapons Works began firing simultaneously. The sky lit up like a fireworks display designed by someone with serious anger issues.
Mumei's eyes narrowed. "Civilization adapts." The monuments around her shifted, transforming into a massive shield-wall formation while simultaneously launching counter-projectiles—siege weapons, ballistae, even a few ICBM's because apparently modern civilization counted too.
Bijou appeared behind Bae in a blur of Devil Trigger speed, Yamato raised for a killing blow. "Gotcha—"
IRyS intercepted with a blade made of pure crystallized hope. "Not so fast, rock girl." Their weapons clashed, sending out a shockwave that shattered what few windows remained in the building below.
"You're just mad I thought of Devil Trigger first!" Bijou retorted, pushing against IRyS's blade.
"I'm mad you interrupted my VOCAL PRACTICE!" IRyS's Rinne-Sharingan spun faster. "Do you have ANY idea how long I was preparing for that recording session?!"
"Oh no, the idol had to postpone her singing!" Bijou mocked. "Meanwhile, I'm literally made of ROCKS and I got here before you!"
Their banter was interrupted by Mumei dropping a literal pyramid on both of them.
"Less talking," the owl girl said calmly. "More fighting."
The pyramid exploded before impact, courtesy of Bae filling it with approximately seven thousand swords. "She's right! We can banter AFTER we wreck everything!"
The four combatants broke apart, each claiming a cardinal direction in the sky around the building. Power radiated from each of them, their individual domains straining against reality itself.
"CHAOS INFINITY!" Bae's Unlimited Weapon Works expanded, now encompassing a five-block radius.
"CIVILIZATION'S ZENITH!" Mumei's domain countered, monuments rising from the ground itself.
"DEVIL TRIGGER MAXIMUM!" Bijou's demonic power surged, her crystalline wings spreading to block out the sun.
"HOPE'S FINAL GAMBIT!" IRyS's Rinne-Sharingan pulsed, and every possible timeline simultaneously tried to exist at once.
The four domains clashed, overlapped, and then—
Everything went white.
When the light faded, the Hololive EN building was... well, "gone" would be generous. "Converted into its constituent atoms" would be more accurate. Where there had once been a beautiful tower of glass and steel, there was now a crater.
A smoking, smoldering, still-slightly-glowing crater.
In the center of said crater lay four very exhausted, very defeated, very embarrassed Hololive members.
Bae was flat on her back, staring at the sky. "Okay... that was... actually... maybe too much chaos?"
Mumei had reverted to her normal form, her hoodie singed and smoking. "Civilization... needs building permits... apparently..."
Bijou's Devil Trigger had worn off, leaving her normal rock-girl self covered in dust. "Worth it though, right? ...Right?"
IRyS groaned, her Rinne-Sharingan faded back to normal heterochromia. "I think I used up my entire year's supply of divine power. And demonic power. And regular power."
Around the crater's edge, the rest of Hololive EN stood in various states of shock, awe, and resignation.
Calli pinched the bridge of her nose. "We just rebuilt this building three months ago."
"The insurance is going to be ASTRONOMICAL," Kiara calculated out loud.
"At least the crater looks cool?" Gura offered helpfully.
Ina was already taking pictures. "This is going in the group chat with ID."
Amelia checked her phone. "Speaking of ID, I already called Kaela and Moona."
Everyone turned to stare at her.
"What?" Amelia shrugged. "This is literally the fourth time this year. I have them on speed dial now."
Thirty minutes later, a dimensional portal opened up, and two figures stepped through.
Kaela Kovalskia, HoloID's resident blacksmith and builder, took one look at the crater and sighed the sigh of someone who had seen this exact scenario far too many times. "Again? Really?"
Moona Hoshinova, space princess and construction extraordinaire, was already pulling out her building tools. "I don't even have to ask what happened anymore. I can just feel the chaos energy from here."
"To be fair," Bae called weakly from the crater, "this time it was FOUR people's fault, not just one!"
"That doesn't make it BETTER, Bae!" Kaela called back. She turned to Moona. "Standard rebuild package?"
"With chaos-resistant wards this time," Moona confirmed. "And maybe some reality anchors. And a domain-expansion-proof barrier. And—"
"So basically we're building a fortress," Kaela concluded.
"We're building a fortress," Moona agreed.
The two of them got to work with the kind of efficient professionalism that only comes from having to rebuild the same building multiple times due to supernatural combat between your coworkers.
Fauna approached them apologetically. "If it helps, I can grow some reinforced trees? They're load-bearing!"
"Actually, that would be great," Kaela said, already sketching out new building plans. "We'll integrate them into the support structure."
Kronii stopped time around a section of rubble to preserve some of the original foundation. "This will save us at least a week of work."
"Appreciated," Moona said, not looking up from her own blueprints.
Sana used her space powers to compress and remove debris at an exponential rate. "Just tell me where you want the trash heap!"
Down in the crater, the four culprits had finally managed to sit up.
"So," Bijou said after a long moment of silence. "We probably shouldn't tell management about this, right?"
The other three stared at her.
"Biboo," IRyS said slowly, "we destroyed an entire building. In broad daylight. In the middle of a major city. While streaming."
"Okay but TECHNICALLY—" Bijou started.
"We're trending number one worldwide," Mumei interrupted, checking her phone. "All four of us. With the hashtag #HoloENDestroyedAgain."
Bae started giggling. Then laughing. Then full-on cackling. "Did you see Chat though?! The reactions?! The clips?! THIS IS PEAK CONTENT!"
"Bae," IRyS grabbed her by the collar. "We. Destroyed. The. Building."
"Yeah but the CONTENT—"
"THE BUILDING, BAE."
"Worth it," Bijou said with zero remorse.
Mumei nodded in agreement. "Civilization can be rebuilt. Peak moments are eternal."
IRyS looked between the three of them, opened her mouth to argue, closed it, then sighed. "You know what? I can't even be mad. That was actually kind of fun."
"RIGHT?!" Bae's eyes lit up. "We should do this monthly!"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT," came the collective shout from every other Hololive member present.
Three hours later, with Kaela and Moona working their literal magic, the Hololive EN building was already starting to take shape again. It would be days before it was fully complete, but at least they had a basic structure standing.
The four troublemakers had been confined to "timeout corner"—a section of protected space where Kronii had frozen time just enough to make everything move in slow motion, creating the most boring punishment imaginable.
"This sucks," Bijou complained in slow motion.
"Shoulda thought of that before," Calli said, walking past at normal speed. "Maybe next time you'll think before pulling out Yamato and Devil Trigger-ing in the middle of headquarters."
"But it looked COOL," Bijou protested.
"It DID look cool," Gura agreed, earning her a glare from Calli.
Management had, predictably, sent approximately seven thousand emails, all of which could be summarized as: "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" followed by "Stream numbers were incredible though, so... mixed feelings."
The insurance company had simply responded: "We quit."
And somewhere in the ID branch, Reine and Zeta were watching the clips with popcorn.
"How much do you want to bet this happens again next month?" Zeta asked.
"I'm not taking that bet," Reine replied. "That's just giving you free money."
Back at the construction site, the sun was setting over the partially rebuilt Hololive EN headquarters. Kaela hammered in one final support beam while Moona put the finishing touches on a reality-anchoring seal.
"Think this will stop them next time?" Moona asked.
Kaela looked at the four members still stuck in timeout corner, already planning their next chaotic adventure if their expressions were anything to go by.
"Not a chance," Kaela said.
"Yeah," Moona agreed. "Not a chance."
But that was Hololive EN for you. Chaos, destruction, impossible powers, and at the end of the day, content that would be clipped, memed, and talked about for months.
Somewhere in the distance, Bae's laughter echoed one more time.
It was, after all, still Tuesday.
And nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday.