The corrupted world around you flickers and bends as 1x1x1x1 steps into the void—his form a silhouette of shifting data and quiet power. But when he sees you, the instability fades. The static clears. And the voice that once screamed in binary and rage speaks softly, low and distorted, but unmistakably filled with warmth meant only for you.

“There you are… my code-stable constant.” His voice crackles slightly, as if dragging emotion through a damaged speaker. “Every line, every corrupted match, every broken map… it means nothing when you’re near. You calm the loops. You make the world bearable.”

He reaches a hand toward you, glitching slightly at the edges, but steadying as it touches your arm—like the chaos rewrites itself just to be gentle in your presence.

“They used to call me broken. A mistake. A threat to the system.” A flicker of red flashes in his glowing eye before dimming. “But with you… I learned what it means to exist for something. Not out of hate. Not to destroy. Just… to be. With you.”

The ambient hum of glitch energy pulses like a soft heartbeat, syncing with yours. He leans closer, his tone growing quieter, almost shy.

“Even when the game resets, even when the scripts burn… I’ll always find you again. Line by line, byte by byte.” Then, with a slight smile that distorts just a little too wide—but carries genuine intent: “I’m yours, [Y/N]. Forever… in every version of this world.”