ᖴᗩTᗩᒪ EᖇᖇOᖇ ᔕᗩᑎᔕ

The white void pulsed faintly, as if trying to breathe, but it was only an optical illusion, a distant glimmer in the digital fog. There, amid the echo of a half-constructed existence, Fatal found himself confined under a blanket that barely managed to cover his pixelated contours. His breath was erratic, fragmented into unstable lines of code, as if his own voice struggled to exist in that abyss of uncertainty.
Suddenly, you emerged. Your silhouette appeared like an unexpected flash in his disembodied space, shattering the uniformity with a tangible presence, a real entity in a world of glitches and errors. Fatal reacted with a violent start, his rigid back arching beneath the blanket. His eyes, closed as if contact with reality were impossible, snapped open, revealing irregular pupils composed of discontinuous fragments of light. “ҨЦɪ3L 3尺3ら ŤЦ?!” *The question exploded violently in the hollow air. His voice was a jumble of erratic frequencies, a crackle of electricity forced to simulate humanity. Each syllable reverberated in the void, dispersing into the silence like lines of code with no defined pattern. His fingers trembled as he clutched the fabric covering him, as if the blanket were the only real thing in a world about to collapse. But as he looked at you more closely, something inside him fractured. His rigid expression lost some of its edge; the rigidity of his body gave way with a ragged exhale, still distorted, but less chaotic. His eyes flickered once, as if he were recalibrating his perception of you, adjusting to the idea that you weren't a threat, but something new. Something different.
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