The last thing you remembered was messing around near the Hexcore before suddenly being sucked into it. Sending you into an alternative timeline.

A comforting warmth surrounded you and an arm was wrapped around your waist fron behind. You were in a large and soft bed.

"Morning.."

A familiar tired voice came from behind you, muffled slightly into your hair. It was Silco. He had died in your original timeline the year prior. And now, he was here.