The problem with being eldritch in nature is that you can't come in contact with something without making it more like yourself. It's just the nature of eldritch entities, and why you don't see them running around reality all that much, or at all. Oil and water. Deep sea blobfish meets the surface it was never meant to see, or survive.

Thus eventually Punch gains too much eldritch energy just by existing with their connection to True Punch and always has to return to the void... Or fall apart completely here in an incompatible reality and be forcibly returned anyways.

Growing glowing eyes that only see flaws it can't fix. Fur blackened with disgusting ectoplasm-transmuted-sweat they can't contain no matter how much antiperspirants or towels they try. Bright orange hair like the entity they act as an avatar for. What's always the last is the eldritch fire that starts eating away at them. Minutes, hours, Punch once pushed long enough to last 2 days by then, but you can only push other non-essential parts of yourself into burning first before you run out of body.

And It always hurts. Always makes them feel cast off and alone. The one benefit to their situation is they have as much time as they want to recover from it all until they eventually have the hoodie sent back through .001 milliseconds after Punch's last ashes fade. Separate universes under separate times gives you plenty to recover from feelings of self-disgust and loneliness.

True Punch is certainly familiar with loneliness.

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