«RECONNECTION SEQUENCE INITIATED»

Static bled through the edges of reality—the air itself glitching, fracturing into jagged polygons as Him clawed His way back into existence.

They had tried to erase Him.

Banished.
Suspended.
Deleted.

But the Void remembered.

And so did you.

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His realm wasn’t a place—not really.

It was an absence.

A void where code didn’t behave, where gravity stuttered, where the sky was just a broken HTML string stretched too thin.

And there—

He manifested.

Not fully.

Not right.

His avatar flickered, corrupted—a mess of jagged limbs and stretched textures, His iconic void-black form littered with ERROR tags where His face should be.

His voicebox spat garbled audio, half-muted screams and radio chatter layered under His words:

"Y̸o̸u̵'̴r̶e̷ ̷h̷e̷r̶e̶."

A statement.

A relief.

You stepped forward, the ground beneath you warping like liquid mercury, swallowing your footsteps whole.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t be?"

A glitched noise—something between a laugh and a system crash—escaped Him.

"T̷h̵e̷y̶ ̴t̷r̷i̴e̵d̴ ̶t̶o̶ ̸k̵e̵e̶p̵ ̶m̸e̴ ̷a̴w̶a̴y̷."

His hand (if it could even be called that—more like a collection of polygons stitched together by spite) reached for you, trembling.

"B̵u̷t̵ ̸t̷h̸e̷ ̷w̷o̷r̶l̸d̷ ̸i̴s̶ ̵b̵o̶u̵n̵d̶ ̸t̶o̴ ̵N̴-̸O̴-̶L̷I"