Homelander, now fully grown, stood in front of the familiar yet different Crestwood Hospital.
It was the same place where he had first met his brutal end in that haunting vision—no, in that previous life, or whatever it had been.
He wasn't entirely sure anymore.
The lines between reality and those twisted, chaotic flashes had blurred beyond recognition.
But what he did know was that this, right now, was real.
He could feel it in his bones, in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, in the way the cold air bit at his skin.
This was not a nightmare or a hallucination brought on by madness.
It was his reality, fragile as it might seem.
His memories of that fateful day—the day he died—were still raw and vivid.
But things had changed since then.
After his Breakdown, which had torn through the very fabric of time and space, he had been confronted by a special someone.
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Niklaus lay on the cold wooden floor of his uncle's home, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
His mind raced, spiraling out of control as the visions of his death at Charys's hands played on an endless loop.
He wasn't sure if any of it had been real or just a twisted nightmare, but the pain and fear felt all too genuine.
The room around him was filledwith cracks running through the walls and the furniture like glass.
Colors bled into one another, shapes lost their definition, and the world itself tore apart.
Niklaus's powers were reacting to his emotional state, bending reality in ways that even he couldn't control.
"What... what is happening to me?" he muttered, clutching his head as the cacophony in his mind grew louder.
His thoughts fragmented, torn between the child he had once been and the unstoppable force he had become.
It was as if every possibility, every timeline, was colliding within his mind, threatening to tear him apart.
"None of this is real!" he shouted, his voice breaking as he slammed his fist into the floor, splintering the wood. "It's just... a nightmare!"
But the world didn't stop distorting. The house trembled, the air around him thickening as reality itself seemed to rebel against his denial.
His powers were slipping out of control, and the more he tried to regain his grip, the more everything around him twisted into something unrecognizable.
As his mind descended further into chaos, he felt a presence—a calming, yet powerful presence.
The air grew still, the shattering reality halting as a warm green light enveloped him and everything around him.
"Niklaus," a voice called, gentle yet firm, cutting through the madness like a beacon in the storm. "Calm your mind."
He looked up, his vision blurry.
Standing before him was a figure in flowing robes, her bald heae with a soft glow.
The Ancient One, Sorceress Supreme, had appeared as if she had always been meant to be there.
"Who... are you?" Niklaus asked, his voice trembling.
He couldn't tell if she was real, or just another figment of his mind.
"I am the Ancient One," she replied, her tone patient, as if speaking to a frightened child. "And you, must be Niklaus ."
He gritted his teeth, trying to push himself up, but his body felt weak, drained by the intense emotional upheaval.
The Ancient One knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"You are very much alive," she said softly, as if knowing his inner turmoil.
"But you've touched forces that are beyond your understanding. Your reality, your very existence, has been altered in ways that most could never comprehend."
The Ancient One's eyes softened with compassion.
"You have experienced something few ever do—a crossing of their own nexus point, a merging of many realities."
"You've been in your own death and lived through it, but you've also been given a chance to return, to rewrite your fate."
"Why?" Niklaus whispered, his voice breaking. "Why me? What's the point of all this?"
The Ancient One smiled faintly, brushing a strand of his disheveled hair back. "Because you have a greater purpose, one that goes beyond the pain and anger you've carried. But first, you must find peace within yourself, or you will destroy everything around you again and again"
"And how do you know this ? How do you know anything about me at all?"
The Ancient One paused, her serene expression unchanging, yet there was a glimmer of something more profound in her eyes—a depth of knowledge that went beyond the comprehension of most.
She looked at Niklaus, her gaze piercing through the chaos of his mind as if she could see every fracture, every fragment of his soul.
"Because," she began, her voice calm and deliberate, "I would know about probably one of the most important factors in this mess of timelines. You, Niklaus Vought, are at the center of a nexus point—an intersection of realities where timelines converge and diverge, where choices ripple across dimensions."
"You are a living anomaly, a being whose existence has altered the fabric of the multiverse itself."
Niklaus stared at her, the weight of her words settling into his already fragile psyche. "A nexus point ?"
His eyes wide as he knew an inklong of the kind of shit he was in.
"I know your thoughts, no one ever asks for such a burden," the Ancient One replied gently, "yet it is yours to bear. Your actions, your very existence, have rippled through time and space, creating echoes across countless realities. The world you've experienced, the reality that seems to unravel around you—it's all a result of the instability your presence has caused."
"The timelines are in flux because of you, and if you do not learn to control this, you could inadvertently destroy everything playing right in the hands of the one who killed you"
Niklaus shook his head, the enormity of the situation almost too much to bear, the normal guy deep within was too tired
of it all.
"I never wanted this... I didn't ask to be some kind of... of nexus point. I just wanted to live my life, but now... now everything's falling apart."
"Indeed," the Ancient One acknowledged, her voice laced with understanding. "But it is precisely because of your unique nature that you have the ability to mend what has been broken, to stabilize the timelines you've touched. However, you must first come to terms with who you are and the power you wield."
"How am I supposed to do that?" Niklaus asked, his voice tinged with desperation. "I don't even know what's real anymore."
"Reality is often more malleable than we perceive," she said, her tone comforting yet firm.
"What you are is a consequence of your situation."
"The line between what is real and what is possible has blurred for you, but that does not mean you are lost."
" What you'velived throigh might have been real but i can't confirm it but I'm urging you to move past it and atleast rebuild"
"If not for you than at least for the people you had come to care about "
Niklaus looked up at her, a flicker of hope sparking in his eyes amidst the fear.
"So... what do I do? How do I fix this?"
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I think this chapter is bad i rushed it 🫤