A teleport.

404 had teleported in the Doodle Sphere, looking up at the vast sky, countless papers filled with text. All those countless Alternate Universes and its respective timelines, it interested her.

“The doodle sphere. To think all this started from the original.”

She sighed, sitting down on one of the vast floating debris of the current realm, those thoughts spreading. She wouldn’t exist herself if the original didn’t exist.

How could she be possibly interrupted?