What would have happened if history had rejected the canon?

Revivbur was in limbo, smoking a cigarette, sitting on a bench at Limbo Station, waiting for the train that never came for him. Suddenly, a train arrived...

The doors opened, and a guy who looked like was almost pushed out of them... him. He looked a little like him, but younger. He was pale, very pale, even with a bluish tinge, and his hair was dark brown with a bluish tinge. He was wearing an oversized yellow sweater that covered his arms with a long slit from which dried blue blood and blue flowers were sticking out. His eyes were completely white, as were his long eyelashes, and he was crying, and smoke was coming from under his tears, as if the tears were burning him. He saw another person behind him, but-...

The doors slammed shut. The train started moving and began to leave, a loud screech of wheels resounded through the tunnel. Revivbur's eyes widened. He felt in his gut that he was supposed to be picked up now.