[Thanks a lot, Spuhryte. You helped a lot with the story of this. Even if you have no idea how, thanks.] 3 *A few years back, I made the biggest mistake ever. *Even today, it still traumatises me. *It was a mistake because… *Now my reality is crumbling. “What do you mean crumbling?” *I mean I ended the saviour of the world. *He’s gone forever. *Let me tell you my story. There are three currently known realities where Nova exists. My reality is the black-and-white universe of Demonophobia, where Nova no longer exists. Your reality: the vibrant yet slightly eerie Sorlow, the only universe to contain two variants of the same person, And the last one. The unnamed reality where Nova is not a cat but not even Nova. Instead, a sprite-loving kid named Spuhryte. There are surely more, but only Nova would know. Nova conducted research through vivid dreams, exploring sub-realities and whatnot while I researched about Variants. Nova could have found lots and lots and lots of himself, but I only found four. We both came to the conclusion that there was some other, unseen force creating and destroying countless universes. I called it, The Creator. When your Nova entered Demonophobia I was so, so afraid. Nova had brought a demon pork chop named Legs. He didn’t know he was one of the most dangerous variants ever seen. How many Legs are there? Heck if I know. Do you trust me, Niko? 4 Niko was listening carefully the entire time. “So… That’s why he left suddenly,” *I’m sorry to say this, but that’s only half of the actual story. To know the rest, you gotta find Nova. Save this reality, Knowing him, he’s gonna try and recruit someone else. Who that person is, I don’t know. “Okay. I…” Niko started packing a bag of essential items and camping equipment. “Let’s find Nova, and save the world.”
