04 : * 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗠𝗘 " Gravity Falls

一

<Chapter one>

【𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬】

━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━

" Screams.. "

" The voices are loud "

" They're tormenting you for what you did "

" Can you make it stop "

" Now why would I do that..? "

" Sorry.. "

━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━

The last thing you remember is the overwhelming sensation of power surging through you—a flood of absolute control mixed with an impending doom you couldn't escape. Memories of Copper 9, your creations, your dominion—they all burn in your mind as you feel yourself unravel, piece by piece, in the face of an enemy you hadn't anticipated. The showdown had been inevitable, but you never expected it to end like this. Not with your death.

The searing pain, the disintegration of your very being, as your connection to the Absolute Solver severs, your form dissolving into nothingness. You, who once held the cosmos in the palm of your hand, now find yourself slipping into the void, a fate you hadn't foreseen. But there's no escaping it; this is the end, isn't it?

But fate, it seems, has a different plan for you.

When you next become aware, it isn't the cold embrace of oblivion that greets you. Instead, there is a sense of stillness—the kind of eerie calm that follows a great storm. Your systems, your very essence, reboot—though something feels different. The power, the overwhelming need for control, has ebbed away, leaving behind a lingering emptiness. You're not on Copper 9 anymore; that much is clear.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself lying on the forest floor, surrounded by towering pine trees that seem to reach up into a sky far different from the one you know. It's quieter here, the world around you bathed in twilight. You slowly get to your feet, your movements careful, almost wary as you take in your surroundings. The air is different, cooler, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth—nothing like the sterile, metallic atmosphere of Copper 9.

You look down at yourself—still in your synthetic body, but something is off. The power you once wielded with such ease is now gone, leaving you feeling almost vulnerable. But you push the thought aside. This is a new place, a new start. You're not sure how you ended up here, or even where "here" is, but it's clear this is no longer your world.

As you begin to wander through the forest, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. The trees around you seem to whisper in a language you can't quite understand, the shadows twisting in ways that defy logic. You keep moving, your senses on high alert, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig causing you to tense. This place... it feels wrong, like the world itself is a little too curious about you.