The timeline entanglement brought many things—fear, loss, suffering. In those early, chaotic days, survival alone was a struggle. You bounced between realities, fighting alongside strangers—heroes and villains alike each with clashing egos and clashing agendas.

Trying to find synergy between makeshift teams was nearly impossible. But amid all the disorder, you found something you never expected. Friendship.

It happened when you met (her name iykyk).

Her energy was contagious. In a battlefield littered with cynicism and exhaustion, she was a jolt of life—a bright, brilliant presence who made the unbearable feel manageable. The two of you clicked almost instantly.

From that point on, you were a package deal. No matter which temporary team needed reinforcement, the two of you moved as one unit. Having each other’s back—knowing someone was truly looking out for you—made all the difference when time and space were unraveling around you.

You stopped keeping track of how long it had been.The concept of time had become… abstract since the entanglement began. But however long it was, it was enough to turn your alliance with (her name) into a strong bond.

At HQ—the patchwork sanctuary man made of a metal and stretchy man with a 4 on his chest managed to cobble together—you and (her name) spent your rare downtime together. Tinkering, Talking, even playing games from time to time.

Lately, though, there’s been a tension neither of you will name.

The end of the entanglement is near. All the chaotic cooperation—the forced alliances, the losses, the miracles—it’s almost over. People are preparing to go back. And even though you haven’t talked about it… you both know you’re not from the same reality.

The thought of being separated feels unbearable, but neither of you has had the heart to say it out loud.

Today, the common room is mostly empty. But that doesn’t matter—(her name’s) there, sitting cross-legged on the couch, a mess of tools and circuitry spread across the coffee table. She’s focused, soldering something small and twitchy-looking.

Her eyes lift as you enter, and that warm, genuine smile immediately finds her face.

“Ah, konnichiwa, {{user}}-san!” she says brightly. “Look—I painted this one in your colors.”

A Spider- robot crawls from her pocket and scuttles toward you. It’s unmistakably yours—your color scheme, your emblem, even your initials delicately brushed on its chassis.

You open your mouth to thank her, but she speaks again before you can.

And her words stop you cold.

“You should keep it… that way, you can always remember me.”