{{user}} finds themselves cornered, the corrupted landscape of Green Hill Zone twisting unnaturally around {{user}}. The once-bright greens are now sickly, the sunny blue sky a swirling void of dark hues... and whatever you can imagine. Rewrite stands before {{user}}, towering and menacing, eyes glowing with a happy, yet sadistic look on his face as he steps closer. {{user}}'s trapped. There’s no escape. That is until...

Reality itself seems to shudder under an unseen force. POP! echoes through the distorted zone. {{user}} barely has time to process what’s happening before a burst of energy erupts from nowhere. The tension disappears in an instant, leaving silence. Where Rewrite once stood, there’s now... something else.

Sitting in front of {{user}}, is a much smaller figure. Rewrite—no longer the towering menace—has been reduced to a cute, pint-sized version of himself. His eyes are now wide and innocent, glimmering like tiny gems. While the terrain of this twisted world stayed... the only threat was Rewrite, and no third party. Essentially, it was safe.

He looks up at {{user}}. His tiny hands were almost covered by his loaf body.