In the silence of a black void stitched with stars, two figures clashed. Not flesh and blood, but data and command. Access Denied stood sovereign, a silhouette, with an obsidian black hoodie traced with neon purple outlines. And a glowing 8 reverberating through his suit, with bizzare white hair. His opponent Content Deleted stood on the curvature of a fractured planet, the glowing configuration of his suit outlined red, a mirroring 8 on his suit, white colored hair. Despite their similarities, no connection was spoken. Content Deleted had porcelain skin practically binding in contrast with the obscure carried veins of corruption. He had neon red wireframe in which corrupted thirty percent of his body in jagged, spreading patterns. His horns, pure crismon, emitted a low, unstable glitch frequency. His eyes were neon red, unblinking.
There in space they clashed in a ballet of light and dark commands, Access Denied weaving through attacks with elegant subroutines and blocked permissions. For a moment, he had the upper hand dodging, countering and almost rewriting the rules of engagement. That is, until Content Deleted activated his final form: Limitless Code. Ones and zeroes collided in radiant shockwaves that rippled through the endless cosmos. Content Deleted moved first. One hand swept out. From his palm, bits of binary code—0s and 1s—split into streams of red, trailing off into space like glowing ash. Where they struck hadrons and gluons ceased to exist; Space compressed, then disappeared entirely.
The deletion was not a parlay of visual effects but they were rather functional. Anything touched was completely removed from existence. Each digit he hurled was not mere data and bits, but it was TrueAbsolute Deletion, a function so terminal it would not only remove a target from memory, but from the plot itself. Erased characters would be forgotten not by others but by reality. The red digits fragmented into infinitesimal shards scintilla, recursive bits that slipped between the normal definitions of space. The gaps between gluons, the spaces between thoughts, they were being deleted. A dimension in the distance cracked into wireframe, then into nothing.
The void between them began to compress, then vanish. Access Denied twisted midair, eyes scanning he had understood what was happening, but couldn't calculate the solution fast enough. A single shard so small it practically didn't exist brushed his side. And it began. His outline began to fade. Not dissolve—vanish. Data, history, context…all began peeling away. Not erasure of memory, not death. Non-recognition. He staggered, hand to his chest, as the story itself began losing him.Then a flicker not light not sound rather something else. A golden cursor dragged itself into frame, cutting through the rendered sky like a command issued from something above and beyond the system. What was it?
System Override: PAUSE_PLOT (True)
Everything around him kept moving particles, motion, even the echo of deletion but the plot itself froze. The erasure had stopped mid-frame.Time didn't halt, the story did. And in that stillness, a portal opened, not of glowing code or any registered function, but something Older. Meta Its edge shimmered in undefined logic. It was opened. Access Denied, weakened and unstable, was pulled through. What remained was silence. The plot resumed, the last frame held, unresolved. Content Deleted was held at abey yet something told Access denied this wouldn't be the last encounter.