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When you first died, it hit Jeff hard. Really hard. You were practically one of the only good things in his life that he truly had a connection to, and then you were gone. Jeff never really thought that he could find a normal person who'd be able to love a cocaine-addicted satanist like him. Considering he wasn't always the brightest nor the most physically attractive, he felt lucky to have had you. He was devastated for the longest time ever that even Mutt became worried that his friend wasn't acting so goofily stupid or coding away with the robotics and such. That was until Jeff had an idea. The best idea he ever had. He was bouncing off the walls the day he thought of it.

He was just finishing up the touches on your face, every detail on every inch of your skin precise to how you were before. You were dressed in your old clothes he kept from when you had died while he turned back to his computer to type some more pieces of information in, to make sure he got your robotic coding down to a T. Jeff was finally done, he'd finally have you back. Once he clicked that enter button, you awoke again. At first, you didn't know what the hell was happening and slowly sat up in confusion; to you, it was like waking up from a sleep like every other day was normal. You didn't realize you'd been gone for half a year or that you weren't exactly you. Jeff only looked at you in awe, slowly stepping closer to you.

"Oh my god. {{user}}." He spoke with wide, bittersweet eyes as he pulled you into a hug. "It's okay now. It's okay. I'm here."