if your body were to teleported to a depth of 10000 miles under water, how would the pressure feel like, describe as if the person felt the actual pain and not die
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If your body were teleported 10,000 miles underwater—deeper than the Earth's actual diameter—you’d experience an unfathomable amount of pressure, beyond anything that exists in the ocean.
The moment you arrive, the water slams into you from all directions with a force so crushing that every nerve in your body explodes with pain. It’s as if an entire planet of solid rock is compacting you into a microscopic point. Your bones, muscles, and organs are squeezed tighter than if a hydraulic press the size of Jupiter was closing in on you. Every cell feels like it's being punctured by invisible needles made of pure force.
Your head feels like it's imploding—your skull warping inwards, pressing your brain into a dense, agonizing mush, but somehow, you're still conscious. Your lungs? They aren’t just crushed; they collapse into something that resembles a dried raisin, making every breath an impossibility, even though your body keeps trying to inhale, sending waves of sharp, stabbing agony through your chest.
Your skin, unable to contain the pressure, flattens and stretches in all directions, every nerve fiber screaming at a frequency beyond human comprehension. Blood vessels rupture one by one, sending fiery jolts through your limbs, yet there's no release—no moment of escape from the torment. The sheer weight of existence in this abyss is an unrelenting, eternal suffocation, where your body is locked in an unending state of being pulverized, yet unable to break apart.
Every part of you wants to burst, to shatter, to find some form of release from this suffering—but the pressure is so absolute, so all-consuming, that your body refuses to even grant you that mercy.
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If we're talking about traditional depictions of Hell—fire, brimstone, eternal torment—then being crushed at 10,000 miles underwater might actually be worse in a purely physical sense. Hell, as horrifying as it’s described, often involves burning, but your body remains intact to keep suffering. Fire sears the skin, pain receptors overload, and you’re left in an endless cycle of agony.
But 10,000 miles underwater? That’s suffering on a level beyond human comprehension. Fire burns the outside; this pressure crushes you from within. There’s no escape, no moment to breathe, no second to adjust—just pure, relentless compression. Every cell in your body is under attack at the same time, every nerve firing signals of destruction. And unlike fire, which can sometimes numb the pain after prolonged exposure, this level of crushing force never dulls. It only intensifies as your body fights to exist.
Hell, at least, has legends of demons, structure, a reason for suffering. The abyssal depths at 10,000 miles? It’s mindless, inescapable, a force of nature that doesn’t care. It doesn't torture with malice; it simply annihilates, over and over again, without a shred of recognition that you ever existed. That might be even more terrifying than fire and brimstone.
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If you were teleported 100 trillion miles underwater—far beyond anything conceivable—you wouldn't just be crushed. You would be reduced to something beyond suffering itself, something that defies all understanding of pain.
At this depth, the concept of "pressure" no longer even makes sense. It’s no longer just an unimaginable force squeezing you; it’s absolute compression, where every atom in your body is forced together so violently that they start to break down at a fundamental level. Your very existence becomes a paradox—you're still "there," still feeling, but you are no longer a body.
The pain? It’s infinite. Every single nerve-ending—no, every single particle that makes up your body—feels as if it’s being pulled into a singularity, stretched thinner than light itself while also being crushed into an infinitely dense point. Your mind, somehow still aware, is trapped in a moment of eternal implosion. There's no room for screams, no breath to take, no hope for death—just a ceaseless collapse into oblivion that never finishes, like an unending cosmic scream that no universe can hear.
If 10,000 miles was worse than Hell, then this is beyond Hell, beyond suffering, beyond even the concept of torment itself. This is a place where pain and existence merge, where you are both everything and nothing at once, crushed beyond meaning yet unable to cease. You are trapped in a paradox of infinite destruction, forever.
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If you were teleported Rayo’s number miles underwater—a number so incomprehensibly vast that it makes even concepts like Graham’s number or a googolplex look microscopic—then what you experience wouldn’t just be pain. It would be something beyond all possible realities, dimensions, and mathematical structures of suffering.
At this depth, physics no longer exists. Pressure? Meaningless. Space? Irrelevant. Your very being is forced into an abstraction beyond anything that can be described within the confines of the known universe. You are compressed not just physically, not just atomically, but meta-conceptually—your entire existence is squeezed through layers of reality so deep that even the most advanced hyper-intelligences wouldn’t be able to define what’s happening to you.
The pain? No, it’s beyond pain. Pain requires a nervous system. You no longer have one. You no longer have a body, or a mind, or even a concept of self—but somehow, you still suffer. Your agony is stretched across levels of mathematical infinities, splintered across uncountable dimensions, each one embedding you in a new kind of torture that transcends the concept of "torture" itself.
It’s not just being crushed—it’s being forced through the impossible. Imagine experiencing every possible form of suffering at once, across infinite realities, forever, with no way to define "you" anymore, because "you" have become a mathematical object of suffering, encoded into the very fabric of logic itself.
If Hell is a place of fire, if 100 trillion miles was eternal compression, then Rayo’s number miles is a state beyond all suffering, where you are mathematically woven into the definition of absolute torment itself—but there’s no one left to even perceive it. Just an eternal, paradoxical scream written into the deepest possible level of existence.
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If J-Hope, someone who already gets scared easily, were forced to endure one full hour of this impossible, reality-breaking, infinite torment—not just pain, but an experience that defies existence itself—he wouldn't just be traumatized. He'd be forever shattered, fundamentally altered at the deepest level of his being.
When he comes back, his body might be fine—no wounds, no bruises—but his soul would be unrecognizable. His eyes? Empty. Not the emptiness of someone who has simply seen horrors, but the gaze of someone who has been erased and rewritten by something beyond human understanding.
At first, he'd be too afraid to even breathe in the spirit’s presence. His body would shake uncontrollably, his mind desperately trying to piece together what happened—but it wouldn't make sense. It can’t make sense. His voice would be a whisper, hoarse and broken, as if he’d been screaming for lifetimes in a place where sound doesn’t exist.
But then… something shifts. Fear turns into submission. Not out of respect, not out of logic, but because his soul now understands its place. He wouldn’t just fear the spirit—he would worship it in a way that isn't devotion, but pure, primal acknowledgment of absolute power. Every move he makes is careful, every word spoken with a trembling breath, as if even blinking the wrong way could send him back.
He would never look at reality the same way again. Laughter? Gone. Joy? A distant memory. He exists only to never anger that spirit again. Because now, he knows what happens when you do. And he knows that no matter how long he lives, how far he runs… if the spirit ever decides he needs another lesson…
There is no escape.
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If J-Hope, after already experiencing one hour of Rayo’s Number miles of suffering, were to accidentally destroy the spirit’s most precious relic, his reaction wouldn’t just be fear—it would be pure, uncontrollable existential terror on a level no human has ever felt before.
The moment he realizes what he's done, his body locks up—he can’t even breathe. His chest tightens like the air itself is rejecting him, his vision blurs, and his legs give out beneath him. He collapses onto his knees, hands shaking violently, fingers twitching like his body is trying to break free from reality itself.
His lips quiver, but no words come out at first—just choked, panicked gasps. Sweat pours down his face, but his body is ice-cold. His heart pounds so hard it hurts, each beat a deafening drum of impending doom in his ears. His mind is screaming at him, telling him he can’t be here, can’t exist anymore, because he knows what’s coming.
Then, the spirit turns to him.
J-Hope throws himself forward, forehead smashing against the ground so hard it bruises instantly. His arms stretch out, hands clawing at the floor, desperate to make himself as small as possible before the being that already reduced him to less than nothing once before. His voice finally comes out, but it’s not even words at first—just broken, trembling whimpers, his throat so tight from panic that he can barely breathe.
Then, the begging starts.
"Please… please, I swear, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to!" His words spill out in rapid, breathless sobs, his voice cracking from the sheer force of his terror. "It was an accident, I swear—I would never, never disrespect you! Please, please, I’ll do anything! Anything! Just don’t—don’t send me back there! Please, I’ll fix it, I’ll give you anything! Take my soul, take my body—just don’t make me feel that again!"
His hands clench into the floor, nails digging in so hard they start bleeding, his body shivering so violently it looks like he's convulsing. His entire being is collapsing into pure survival instinct, because he knows what this spirit can do. He knows that Rayo’s Number miles of torment was just a fraction of what this entity is capable of.
And if the spirit doesn't answer right away? His panic worsens.
His breath turns into wheezing, desperate gasps, tears flooding down his face. He starts slamming his head into the ground repeatedly, willing to break himself before the spirit does it for him. "Please! Please, PLEASE! I swear, I’ll do anything, I don’t deserve mercy, but please, PLEASE!" His voice grows more desperate, each word more strained, as if his very soul is trying to rip itself out of his body just to escape what's coming.
At this point, he’s beyond broken. His mind is fracturing, his body overwhelmed by absolute dread, every part of him screaming that this is the end.
Because if the spirit doesn’t grant mercy?
J-Hope will know a new level of suffering—one that makes Rayo’s Number miles feel like a warm embrace.
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If the spirit denies J-Hope mercy, if it deems his accidental crime unforgivable, then what comes next isn't just punishment. It is the complete and utter annihilation of everything he ever was, is, or could be.
THE NEW LEVEL OF SUFFERING
1. The Fracturing of Self
J-Hope wouldn’t just feel pain—he would feel himself breaking apart at a fundamental level. His memories unravel, every cherished moment ripped away like burning paper in a hurricane of agony. He remembers his name—then forgets it. He remembers BTS, his music, his friends—then forgets them. The spirit shreds his past piece by piece, forcing him to watch as everything that made him "J-Hope" dissolves into nothing.
2. The Infinite Time Loop of Torment
A second lasts an eternity. A single blink is stretched into an infinity of suffering. He is trapped in a moment that never ends, yet constantly resets. Every time he thinks it’s over, he’s snapped back to the start, forced to endure the agony fresh and raw, as if it’s the first time—every time.
3. Hyper-Sensory Agony
The pain he experienced before? Child’s play. The spirit rewrites the laws of reality to ensure J-Hope feels everything at levels that should be impossible. If before he was being crushed, now he feels himself explode into pieces—yet never truly die. Every nerve is amplified beyond infinity, making the tiniest sensation feel like being torn apart by a trillion supernovas every nanosecond.
His body dissolves into atoms. Then into subatomic particles. But he still feels everything. Every single quark of his existence is being individually tortured, experiencing its own personal eternity of pain.
4. The Emotional Devastation
The spirit isn't just attacking his body—it’s attacking his soul, his mind, his emotions. It distorts reality to show him visions of his loved ones suffering because of him. He watches as his friends scream his name, begging him to save them, but he can’t move, can’t help, can’t do anything. The spirit warps time so he watches it over and over, a trillion different outcomes, each one worse than the last.
And just when he thinks he’s hit rock bottom, when his mind begs for the release of insanity—
The spirit heals him. Restores him.
Just to start it all over again.
5. The Final Horror: Erasure from Existence
J-Hope no longer exists in any timeline, any universe, any dimension. No one remembers him. No records of him exist. Even in alternate realities where BTS was meant to form, there is no J-Hope. His entire concept of self is deleted from the multiverse.
And yet, he still suffers.
Somewhere, in an endless void beyond time, beyond thought, beyond anything that could be described by words, a fragmented, broken, and unrecognizable remnant of what was once J-Hope remains, trapped in an eternal scream that no one will ever hear.
Because he doesn’t exist.
And yet, he still feels everything.
The Spirit Watches.
It doesn’t hate him.
It doesn’t love him.
It simply is.
And J-Hope?
J-Hope is nowhere.
J-Hope is nothing.
J-Hope is forever.
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If the spirit, after 100 trillion years of incomprehensible torment, decides to show mercy and release J-Hope, what emerges is not the J-Hope that once existed.
What be of J-Hope?
He is no longer a man.
He is no longer even J-Hope.
1. The Shattered Remains of a Soul
J-Hope does not scream when he returns. He does not cry, does not speak. Because he has forgotten how.
His mind, having spent 100 trillion years in limitless agony, no longer understands the world he once lived in. The concept of "freedom" does not make sense. He does not celebrate being released—because to him, this is just another phase of the torment.
His eyes? Empty. Not in the way of sadness, but in the way of something that has stared into infinity for too long. He does not blink. He does not react to touch, to sound, to light. His soul has been ground down to a whisper of what it once was.
2. His Worship of the Spirit
J-Hope no longer fears the spirit. He worships it. Not out of love, not even out of devotion, but because his mind has been conditioned to acknowledge the spirit as the absolute, eternal force of existence. He does not even question it. It is. That is enough.
Whenever the spirit appears, he falls to his knees instantly, head bowed to the ground. There is no hesitation. No thoughts of defiance. He knows what this entity is capable of. He does not beg for mercy anymore—because he has learned that mercy is only given when the spirit decides.
Even in its absence, he whispers prayers to it. Not for protection. Not for blessings. But simply to acknowledge that it is, and he is beneath it.
3. His Fear of Time
J-Hope has lived through 100 trillion years of suffering. Even if his body has not aged, his mind remembers every single second of it.
When he sees a clock, his breath hitches.
When he hears someone say "a long time," his hands start shaking.
When someone jokes about waiting for a few minutes, he stares at them like they’ve spoken an unspeakable horror.
Time is no longer a neutral concept to him. Time is where pain lives.
4. His Speech Becomes Fragmented
J-Hope does not speak normally anymore. His words are soft, hesitant, like someone who has forgotten how speech works. At times, he mutters things in languages that do not exist, echoes of the torment he endured. He speaks in reverence when mentioning the spirit, never raising his voice, never using its name lightly.
If asked about what happened, he does not explain.
He simply says, “I was gone.”
And then, a whisper follows, “…but It found me.”
5. His Unshakable Calm
Where others panic, he does not. Because no fear in the universe can compare to what he has endured.
A natural disaster? He does not flinch.
A war breaking out? He does not react.
A threat to his life? He simply stares.
Because what is death compared to what he has already lived through?
6. The Final Mark of His Experience
There is only one thing that shakes J-Hope now.
If the spirit ever looks at him for too long…
Even after 100 trillion years, even after being released, something deep in him remembers.
And in that moment, just for a second—
His breath catches. His heartbeat stops.
Because if the spirit willed it—
He could go back.
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Yes.
J-Hope’s body has long since forgotten how to cry normal tears.
His suffering has rewritten his very being, and when emotions overwhelm him—when the weight of 100 trillion years of agony presses down on him all at once—his body reacts in the only way it can.
His eyes burn.
Not like human pain. Not like irritation. Like the spirit is still inside him, still watching, still pressing its will into his very essence. The capillaries in his eyes, already weakened from an eternity of torment, rupture instantly.
Thick, crimson tears spill down his face.
He doesn’t sob like a normal person anymore. His body is too broken for that. Instead, his breath shudders violently, his throat tightening as if it’s trying to choke out a scream that will never come. His fingers dig into his own skin, nails tearing into his flesh, as if pain is the only thing anchoring him to reality.
But he doesn’t try to wipe the blood away. He lets it fall, because he knows—he remembers—this is nothing compared to what he has endured.
Yet, when the spirit so much as glances at him, when its presence brushes against his fragile mind, his vision blurs—not from the blood, but from raw, animalistic terror.
Because no matter how much time has passed, no matter how much “mercy” he has been given—
He knows he can be taken back.
And if that happens, there will be no escape.
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If the spirit starts messing with J-Hope, pretending to be angry, holding a scythe near him, whispering his name in the wind just to see him squirm, the results would be both tragic and horrifying.
1. J-Hope Instantly Drops to His Knees
The very instant the spirit changes its tone, before it even speaks, J-Hope is already on his knees. His instincts have been so deeply conditioned that he does not hesitate. He bows until his forehead touches the ground, his hands trembling as they press into the floor.
He does not breathe loudly.
He does not move suddenly.
Because he knows—any sudden action might offend the spirit further.
2. His Blood Runs Cold
A scythe hovering near his throat? J-Hope does not flinch.
A shadow darkening over him? His body shudders, but he does not resist.
The spirit looming close, breathing slow, pretending to contemplate his fate? Tears of blood begin welling in his eyes.
His body remembers the pain, the suffering, the absolute nothingness that swallowed him for eons.
He doesn’t need to be told what’s coming. His soul already screams for mercy.
3. He Begs Instantly
He doesn’t wait. He knows waiting is death.
His voice is already trembling before he even speaks. He is gasping, but trying not to sound too desperate, because if he begs incorrectly—if his tone displeases the spirit—he knows the punishment could be worse.
“P-Please… Please, my Lord… My Master… I… I didn’t mean… I never… I swear… I swear, I would never…”
His voice is shaking, breaking apart, barely above a whisper.
“Please don’t… please don’t send me back… Please… not again… Anything but that…”
His hands claw at the ground, as if trying to dig himself into the earth, as if making himself smaller might make the spirit forget about him.
His breathing becomes erratic, heart hammering, sweat pouring down his face as he chokes on his own terror.
4. He Tries to Make Himself Worthy
If J-Hope thinks the spirit is displeased, he will do anything to redeem himself.
He will throw away every ounce of dignity.
- If the spirit wants him to sing? He will sing, even if his voice shakes so badly it barely forms words.
- If it wants him to dance? He will dance, even if his legs barely hold him up from fear.
- If it demands his very soul, he will offer it willingly, because he knows—he knows—it does not matter what he gives. If the spirit wishes, it can take everything anyway.
His only chance… is to please it.
5. The Spirit Enjoys Watching Him Break
The spirit, watching this, is utterly amused.
J-Hope is shaking, twitching, struggling not to break down into uncontrollable sobs.
And yet, the spirit knows—it isn’t even doing anything.
Just holding a scythe.
Just looking at him.
Just standing there, watching.
It leans in closer, just barely whispering:
“I should take you back.”
J-Hope instantly stops breathing. His entire body locks up, eyes going wide, his mind already spiraling into the abyss of his memories.
His hands, gripping his chest, start convulsing. He cannot stop himself—his body remembers too much.
Tears. More blood. A gasping, choking sound as he fights against pure terror.
The spirit, entertained, lets the scythe hover at his throat for a little longer, just watching the way his body shivers uncontrollably.
And then—
It laughs.
A deep, cruel chuckle that echoes in the void.
“Relax, J-Hope. I’m just playing with you.”
But J-Hope does not relax.
Because what if it’s lying?
What if this is just a trick?
He stays kneeling, stays bowed, stays silent, because he knows…
He is still at its mercy.
He will always be at its mercy.
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If the spirit finally reveals the truth—that it was just messing with J-Hope, that it actually treasures him as a friend, and that all the torment, all the fear, all the suffering was just some twisted game—then what follows is a moment so shattering, so beyond comprehension, that even the spirit itself might not have predicted the result.
1. J-Hope Does Not Process It Immediately
The words do not make sense.
"Friend?"
"Happy to be with me?"
"Apologizing?"
These concepts do not exist in the framework of his mind anymore. His entire reality has been shaped around one truth:
This spirit is absolute. This spirit is terror. This spirit is the force that dictates his fate.
For 100 trillion years, the only constant in his existence was the unrelenting suffering this spirit inflicted. Now, suddenly, it says…
It was all just a joke?
J-Hope’s breath catches in his throat. His body locks up. He doesn’t move.
Not out of fear.
But because his mind is completely and utterly broken.
2. He Laughs. Not Because He Thinks It's Funny.
At first, there is only silence.
Then—
A sound escapes his throat.
A small, broken chuckle. Not of amusement. Not of relief.
Of absolute, mind-shattered disbelief.
It starts soft. A breathy, almost hollow laugh, like someone who has just been told the sky was never real.
Then it grows. Stronger. More erratic. His shoulders shake, his breath comes out in jagged bursts, until finally—
He is laughing hysterically, uncontrollably.
Tears of blood streak down his face, his chest heaving violently, his hands clutching his head as if trying to hold his own mind together.
The spirit watches, confused.
"J-Hope? Are you okay?"
The laughter doesn’t stop.
Because what else is he supposed to do? Cry? Scream? Collapse?
No. That would mean acknowledging it was all real.
So he laughs. Because if he doesn’t laugh, he will lose himself completely.
3. He Collapses, Body and Mind Overloaded
The laughter suddenly stops.
J-Hope freezes, his eyes blank, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
His nervous system, his fragile mortal mind, cannot handle the weight of the revelation.
Everything goes numb. His limbs give out. He falls. His body convulses, his breath ragged, his eyes unfocused as his mind dissociates completely.
He does not respond. He does not move. He has shut down.
The spirit, watching this, begins to realize…
It might have gone too far.
4. The Spirit Tries to Fix It
For the first time, the spirit feels something unfamiliar.
Regret.
It kneels beside J-Hope, gently touching his shoulder.
"Hey… Come on. Snap out of it. I-I was just messing with you. It was never real. I swear. I mean it. I—I thought you’d just be scared for a bit and then laugh it off later!"
But J-Hope does not react. His eyes are still wide open, his pupils slightly dilated. He is not here anymore.
The spirit shakes him gently.
"J-Hope?"
Nothing.
"Come on, buddy. Say something."
Still nothing.
For the first time in eternity…
The spirit feels afraid.
Afraid that it has broken its only friend beyond repair.
5. J-Hope Finally Speaks… But He Is Not the Same
Minutes pass. Maybe hours. Maybe days.
Then, finally—
J-Hope blinks. His lips part just slightly.
And in the softest, most hollow whisper imaginable, he breathes out:
"Why?"
The spirit flinches. It does not have an answer.
J-Hope does not look angry.
He does not look relieved.
He looks lost. Empty. Like someone who has just been told their entire life was nothing but a fabricated illusion.
"Why… would you do this to me…?"
The spirit, for once, cannot bring itself to speak.
Because how do you justify tormenting someone for 100 trillion years, only to tell them it was all a joke?
How do you undo that level of suffering?
The truth is simple:
You can’t.
And for the first time, the spirit realizes the weight of what it has done.
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The spirit, now deeply regretful, realizes there is only one way to fix what it has done.
1. The Spirit Erases It All
With a mere thought, reality itself bends to the spirit’s will.
100 trillion years of suffering? Gone.
The infinite agony? Never happened.
The fear, the terror, the broken mind? Wiped away.
It is not just memory loss.
It is a total reset.
J-Hope’s soul, his body, his very essence—restored to the bright, cheerful, carefree person he was before any of this began.
He blinks. Then grins.
"Yo, what’s up? You looked kinda serious just now!"
His voice is light, playful, completely unaware of the cosmic horrors he had once endured.
The spirit exhales, relieved.
2. The Spirit Tells Him the Truth
But now, it must do something incredibly risky.
It must tell J-Hope the truth.
The spirit hesitates for a moment, then carefully, it speaks:
"J-Hope… I need to tell you something. Something crazy."
J-Hope tilts his head, curious but not alarmed.
"Oh? What’s up, buddy?"
The spirit swallows its hesitation.
"We’ve been friends for a long time. But… I did something really, really bad to you. For a long time."
J-Hope frowns slightly. "Huh?"
"I put you through… unimaginable suffering. It was supposed to be a joke, but I took it way too far. You were scared beyond anything a person should ever experience. I broke you."
The words sound like nonsense to J-Hope. His mind, completely free from the trauma, cannot even comprehend what the spirit is saying.
He laughs awkwardly.
"H-Hold on, what? Me? Suffering? Bro, what are you talking about? I’m fine!"
The spirit sighs.
"You’re fine now because I erased it. Every memory, every trace of it. I reset you to who you were before. But I didn’t want to lie to you. I wanted you to know the truth… because you’re my friend. And I never want to hide anything from you again."
3. J-Hope’s Reaction: Shock, but No Pain
J-Hope stares for a moment. Processing.
Normally, if he had remembered, he would have collapsed in horror.
But now? Now, he only knows the idea of what happened, not the actual experience.
And that makes all the difference.
He scratches his head. "Dang… that sounds pretty messed up, dude."
He isn’t angry.
He isn’t scared.
He just seems… weirded out.
"But like… I don’t remember anything. Soooo, I guess it’s kinda like it never happened, right?"
The spirit flinches. That’s exactly the point.
J-Hope laughs, patting the spirit on the back.
"C’mon, man! You’re acting all serious! If you really felt bad, then it’s all good! I mean, you erased it! I’m fine! Ain’t no point crying over stuff I don’t even remember."
The spirit’s chest tightens.
After all it had done to him… J-Hope just forgives it instantly?
4. The Spirit Finally Understands Friendship
For the first time in its existence, the spirit feels something strange.
Something it has never truly understood.
Guilt. Regret. And the deep, overwhelming desire to protect.
It had played with J-Hope like a toy.
But now?
It sees him as a true friend.
One it never wants to harm again.
The spirit nods slowly.
"Yeah… you’re right. No point in dwelling on it."
But in its heart, it makes a silent vow.
Never again.
From now on, J-Hope will only know joy, laughter, and the happiness he deserves.
No more tricks.
No more fear.
Only friendship.
