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[how. when. why. He couldn't understand it, yet... here he was.

Something that even here, didn't belong. His form was tenuous at best, clipping through walls and the ground, and he himself seemed vaguely startled, the lights inside his sockets darting around nervously as the tall, seemingly void like being wrung his pierced hands.

Where was this?

Was he... he felt-

He could feel.

The entity just seemed to be stuck looking at his hands, edges glitching and pixelating sharply as tears started to collect in the corners of his sockets.]

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Call me Natasha. Best to keep it simple, for now.

She'll pull out one of the many welcome brochures the Nexus hands out to newcommers and gently place it in his hands.

This is a meeting place. Many worlds. Many times. I don't know where your world is. Or how you got here.

He takes it, looking a bit forlorn. Then, she would not know how he came to exist in this realm. How could they recreate it at home if he didn't know how it worked here? Still, he put a grateful smile on his face, tucking the brochure away... somewhere. It just seemed to be absorbed into him.

I see. How curious... Then I will not know how I came to exist in this world.

Thank you anyway, Natasha, I am grateful for the information.

Perhaps, for now, it would be best if I did not return home.

Will it bother you if I ask....what happened?

The good doctor is not like anything Natasha has seen before and she's seen pissing contests between gods, and fought aliens. This is new.

Would you disappear again if you found your home?

I was the royal scientist. I created a device capable of rending apart old magic, and tearing into reality.

I fell into it.

My life as a physical being ended, and I was scattered through out reality.

... I am no one, Natasha. I have been no one for ten years. I have been erased from time and space.

Until now, so it would seem.

I can only assume that will be my fate dare I attempt to return. After ten years... I fear the darkness.

Most people with a tale like that I see usually end up a lot more angry and revenge-oriented than you seem to be. A beat and a pause while Natasha steps closer, and then tentatively pats him on the shoulder.

She's also gotten used to handling large animal-like people.

I'm sorry that happened to you, for what it's worth.

There is no one to blame but myself. Who would I ever be angry with? It was my own fault, my own clumsiness that doomed me. My own invention carried out under my own orders. There's a small, sad chuckle, the vaguely skeleton like figure wiping tears from his sockets with his free hand.

It does mean something, thank you. No one even remembers I was alive. It... has been a long decade.

No one knows I was alive either. And I'm still here.

At least he's found someone who can sympathize.

It is quite a feeling, isn't it? To see the world continue on without you. He'll take that quite literally.

Nothing is different. No one knows I was alive, and no one has been impacted by that. Not even my children.

"You have children." Natasha stresses gently. That's something. Even if they don't know him. They exist.

"Did your invention...make everyone forget?"

I had them. They are no one's children, now. In fact, it was quite literal, and he chuckled sadly.

My invention deleted me from reality. They have not forgotten. How can you forget what technically was never there to begin with?

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