Anti P.O.V
It felt like the time itself had stopped ticking; The world had stopped spinning or even resolve around us once I had seen the horror expression of a boy who seems to realize he is now currently a phantom. A soul with no body. Or in a shorter term; A ghost.
Boboiboy had pleaded us to bring him here. We insisted that it won't be necessary, but he is just as stubborn. We took him here, disguising ourselves as spirit but guilt that struck me in the heart once I have seen his speechless expression. Tears started to roll down onto his cheek as it proceed to fades away. He sniffles a few times before he carved a forceful yet obviously fake smile on his lips. He tried to reassure himself that this is all part of being a superhero; But he failed greatly once he broke down crying, hugging himself on the process.
I patted his head several time and proceed shushing him as he continued staring at his body...
His body whom tried to commit suicide by overdosing. His body who is laying down onto a soft, white sheet matress of a hospital bed in a single room. His body of a hero who had been defeated greatly by an invisible enemy... A hero, who almost died.
He watched as the life support system beeps, sensing lives in his body as it continues making lines that is green color. Plugs were everywhere on his wrist, arms and chest. There's water dripping inside into his body, trying to cleared out all of the affected parts by all of the pills he took willingly.
A hero had fallen to his knees
"I-I thought that I'm doing the right thing *sniffles* But this is all just- So confusing. Oh my God... *Sniffles* What am I going to do with myself? How am I going to live with a body so dirty? This is just... Wrong. Why would I- oh my God... *Sniffles* How can I let myself in into such an obvious trap?"
Boboiboy continue whining and crying as he burried himself into my neck, sniffing the scent there. I tried comforting him by patting him behind his back, ruffling his hair and chant a sad melody of "It's all going to be okay", but none of that seems to be working... I looked over Cross who just continue staring at his Boboiboy's mortal body before I heard his message;
"I sense that Reverse just sent someone to corrupt Original's soul and mind. But they failed to corrupt the heart though... Partly because of how the urge of resistance had possessed it. He just left though... I don't know why now but I feel like their plot just go down into the field"
I just nod and continue shushing Boboiboy.
Boboiboy pulled away out of the blue; With tears still dripping down, he smile widely yet somehow comforting. "Let's go fix my corrupted universe and save others" Is all he had said.
I smile warmly and proceed patting his head.
"But first, Boboiboy... Let us visit a friend of mind who may have the idea of what is going on"
Paint P.O.V
I was staring at the Tree Of Life while hugging a canvas, a masterpiece as I clutch it onto my chest. I held it out, starring at it once again before I sigh softly. I chuckled a little and murmured out "Look at you now... A life. Now, make me proud my little AU!"
The canvas was floating when I let go of it. It transform into a see through blob with a single soul in it, shining so brightly. It flew into the Tree and a single white string was attached to it. I once again sigh in relief once the code had appeared;
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OverWrite
FanfictionOverWrite. An unknown power which could change history, repeat history and create a new memory. A kind of power which considered to be immensely powerful to be given to a single human soul, the very power that shouldn't at all considered to be utili...