maybe taking a break is a good idea... but first... taking care of ones own life comes first.

I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts, a sharp breath catching in my throat as I realized the dangerous path I was heading down. 

Quickly, I reached for my Soul Gem. But the moment my fingers wrapped around the gemstone, I froze.

"…Wait."

Something was wrong.

Lifting the gem into the dim hospital light, my brows furrowed. It was… clear. Completely clear.

My breath hitched.

That wasn't possible.

The egg-shaped jewel, usually clouded with darkness after every battle, was pristine—without even a trace of corruption or despair. It shone with a faint purple glow, untouched by the burdens I had carried for so long.

"This… this doesn't make sense," I murmured, gripping it tighter. I had fought against Walpurgisnacht. I had suffered. I had bled. I had been on the verge of turning.

Yet there wasn't a single trace of darkness.

Had... had someone purified it? But that should have been impossible. None of them had any Grief Seeds. And even if Walpurgisnacht had dropped one, the others would have used it on themselves first.

If I had used it, it would have been drained just from healing my injuries.

Unless…

Mami? Maybe Sayaka? They might have done it.

Kyoko? No. Even if I had given her a free place to stay, she would never have done something so selfless for me like using a grief seed.

I groaned and quickly shook my head. I don't have enough information, and going in circles like this isn't helping. Maybe there's something in the hospital room I'm in.

My gaze drifted around the hospital room. The IV drip in my arm, the heart monitor beeping steadily beside me, the white cabinets lining the walls, the sterile scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. A television hung on the wall, switched off. There was a door leading out, a window letting in faint daylight… and then-

My eyes locked onto a calendar.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

My attention snapped to it, my pulse quickening as I read the date.

No... no way...

"22##?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, disbelief choking me.

Th-That's… over 200 years into the future.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Panic started creeping in, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

How did I get this far?

The last thing I remembered was shielding Madoka, the building collapsing, the sound of glass shattering when I blocked it. Was that when it happened? But what happened?

Is the time loop still working?

I reached for my shield on instinct, my fingers brushing against cold metal. It was there. Still attached. I hesitated before turning it, expecting the familiar click, the shift of gears that would send me back.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

NOTHING!

I turned it again and again, then even harder. The mechanism moved, but… There was no response. No rewind, no reset. Like it was just an ordinary shield.

My stomach twisted. That's not possible. The loop had never failed before. If I died, I should have gone back.

Unless…

Unless I had somehow broken it.

Did I reach the end? Did I escape?

No, that didn't make sense, either. If I was free, I should be back in my time with Madoka. Not here. Not centuries into the future, alone in a hospital.

Did someone interfere?

Who? Kyubey? No, he had no reason to. Another magical girl? I would have noticed. Some external force? But then-

How did it happen?

I racked my brain, trying to piece together anything that could explain this. Then, a memory surfaced - small, fleeting, but there.

The crack.

Right before everything went black, I saw something - just for a second. The faint shimmer of something unnatural, like the edge of a Spherical portal, closing around me

The magical signal… it was mine. Coming off of that portal was most definitely my magic...

My grip on the Soul Gem tightened.

Did… I do it?

I quickly let go of my Soul Gem.

Does that mean Madoka could have been thrown with me? Or was she left behind?

I hope she was left behind. If she stayed in the past, she'd be safe - Sayaka and Mami would protect her. I made sure of it. They'd never let Kyubuy near her after knowing the truth.

Letting out a slow breath, I sank back into the bed, exhaustion creeping up on me. But before I could let myself rest, I raised my arm, turning the buckler toward me. My eyes narrowed.

Not a single scratch. No visible damage at all.

Did it… repair itself?

That shouldn't be possible. Even after so many loops, I had never seen it do that before. Not once in hundreds of timelines.

Frowning, I stared intensely at the buckler. My gaze flickered to the hourglass embedded in it - and my breath caught.

The sand was moving. Constantly.

The grains flowed endlessly, never stopping, never depleting.

It was as if the hourglass contained an infinite amount of sand.

Meaning…

My ability to loop was truly gone.

but maybe that was a good thing. My wish was complete; Madoka was fine now (she hoped), so she no longer needed to loop back any more... it was finally over. 

...

...

...

Strange.

For as long as I could remember, ever since I first made my contract with that bastard, there had always been something lurking beneath the surface. A weight. A quiet, suffocating despair that never truly left me.

But now?

It was gone.

I clenched my fist. It didn't make sense. Even if my Soul Gem was clear, I should have felt something - fatigue, grief, something. And yet, I felt… lighter. Emptier, in a way I couldn't explain...

I needed to be sure.

Lifting my arm once more, there was a click, and the ever-flowing sands within the buckler grounded to a halt.

And with it, time itself stopped.

The hum of the hospital machines fell silent. The IV fluid in its tube froze mid-drip. The faint rustling of curtains in the breeze ceased entirely.

Yet, even in this frozen world, I felt nothing. No pull. No drain. No creeping despair seeping into my Soul Gem like it always did.

I stared at my hand, flexing my fingers experimentally.

This was real.

For the first time since becoming a Magical Girl… I could use my magic without consequence. the nagging weight of even a sliver of despair... completely gone.

click

time resumed.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor returned. The IV fluid resumed its slow drip. The distant hum of the hospital lights filled the silence once more.

But my mind was elsewhere.

I lifted my hand to my head, exhaling slowly. I wasn't physically tired, but mentally? Completely drained. Too much had happened in too little time. My fingers dragged across my face before dropping onto the bed with a dull thud.

I'd need to test a lot of things - figure out exactly what had changed. But that could wait.

Right now, I had a bigger problem.

I was over 200 years in the future.

Which meant I had no identity, no records, no place in this world.

Forging an identity was going to be a pain.

I let out a massive sigh, laying back with a thud.

---

Nezu sat in his office, a cup of tea steaming beside him as he reviewed the data on his monitor. The results were… unusual.

After running a full scan—DNA, fingerprints, facial recognition, even cross-checking with historical records—he had found nothing. No birth certificate, no medical history, no school records. No trace of her existence in any government database, public or private, across any country.

As far as the system was concerned, this girl simply did not exist.

How... interesting. 

Ring Ring

Nezu picked up the call, his sharp eyes glancing at the sender's number. One of his "staff", stationed at the hospital near the USJ. He had assigned them to keep quiet tabs on the girl -nothing invasive, just passive observation.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he greeted the caller in his usual polite tone. "Ah, I assume you have something to report?"

"First, after taking X-ray scans and blood tests, we've confirmed that she has no Quirk Factor."

Nezu's expression didn't change, but his mind instantly began running through possibilities. "No Quirk Factor? That can't be right."

"That's what we thought as well," the staff member admitted. "She clearly demonstrates abilities that resemble a Quirk, but biologically, she's no different from a Quirkless individual. There are no traces of a Quirk Factor anywhere in her DNA."

Nezu hummed, tapping a clawed finger against his desk. That was… interesting. Even Quirkless individuals usually had at least a vestigial Quirk Factor, remnants of evolution that just never developed into a functional ability. For her to display such clear supernatural abilities yet register as entirely Quirkless, something wasn't adding up. Nezu gained a grin.

Nezu's grin widened.

I do love a challenge, and what a challenge she is shaping up to be.

She was quickly becoming one of the most interesting puzzles he had encountered in years, and he hadn't even spoken to her yet. How exhilarating.

"I see. Anything else to report?" Nezu asked, his voice even but filled with intrigue.

"Yes, sir. She's awake."

Nezu's grin didn't falter, but his eyes sharpened with interest.

"I see. Thank you for your continued work. I believe I'll be coming over to check up on things. Be sure to get everything ready."

There was a pause on the other end before the response came. "Of course, sir. We'll prepare everything for your arrival."

Nezu hung up the phone, his grin widening. The pieces were beginning to fall into place. The girl was an enigma, but Nezu had always prided himself on solving mysteries. This one promised to be particularly satisfying.

He stood from his desk, pacing thoughtfully around his office. What exactly are you, young lady? And what do you have to offer.

He couldn't wait to find out.

A/N mmmmm, don't you love a chaotic nezu. ALL PRASE THE RAT GOD.

Also, i don't really care much, and i wasn't her not too worry much. it'll be a Slice of life. and i don't want the "oh no, im going to turn into a which thing" so boom. fuck kuybuy and his trap soul, it is now new and improved and works like a fantasy mana system. why? Don't question it. 

also sorry for the delay's my sister broke her arm, so had to help out a bit. but it all good. byeeeeeeee