[No one]

A pumpkin orange haired Watcher sat by the white hospital bed with an amused look on their half-hidden face. They knew they shouldn't find the situation as amusing as they did, but they couldn't help it.

The amount of times they and the other two had reminded everyone to stay away from the questionable potions hadn't seemed to do anything to the strawberry blonde. He had still drank a potion and now he was passed out. All the other effects had already cleared out, but they had lasted an alarmingly long time.

He should be waking up any time now and they were patiently waiting for it to happen so they could start their questioning and teasing.

They moved their eyes from the bed to the curtain around it. From outside they could barely hear the talking between three of their siblings. It reminded them of the conversation they had just had with the two of them.

        "What the hell happened?" they had asked as they had bursted into the medical center, almost colliding with the doorframe.

" '/ᒷꖎ made himself the test bunny for the potion of instant killing. He made quite a mess, but apparently he's fine now," Mao had answered their question.

"The good thing about this is the fact that we don't have to take a random stranger to test the potion.  ̇/ᒷꖎ saved us from quite a lot of trouble," Kasen had pointed out.

"Oh my fucking Irene! How the fuck is that boy always in trouble?" they had groaned, face-palming. "Does he want to move into the hospital or what? He's always here nowadays!"

"He needs a whole lesson about how to survive daily life without dying, but I don't know if that'll be enough for him," Kasen had chuckled.

"You need one too," Mao had pointed out. "And so do you," he had continued as he had turned to look at them.

"Half of us need one. We're just pro at getting ourselves into near-death experiences," they had shrugged, Kasen nodding in agreement next to them.

         They sighed and looked back at the sleeping strawberry blonde next to them. They raise their finger and slowly poked his cheek.

"Ey, Fallen, whatever your name was. You hear me?" they called out, hoping it would work.

"The name's Xavier. What do you want from me?" A voice echoed through the small space. They could feel a dark spirit around them, but couldn't see him.

"His reaction to the potion was stronger than it should have been," they said, pinning their eyes on the point where they could feel him. He seemed to stiff at the sudden eye contact he hadn't expected.

"Before you start blaming me for anything, it was his own choice. I just did what he told me to," Xavier answered. His tone was warning.

"I didn't ask who wanted it," they said coldly, their eyes burning under the mask. "Whatever you are doing with him, don't."

"You can't stop me from doing anything. You're just a mortal Watcher, I am a Fallen Watcher with more power you could ever imagine having," Xavier scoffed. The tension in the small room was higher than the ceiling.

"Your actions might kill him!" they snapped at him.

He didn't hesitate when he acted. His ghostly, cold finger wrapped around their neck tightly as he raised them in the air. His finger curled around their throat, leaving black burn marks that could never fade.

They gasped for air, their legs swinging back and forth in the air. They tried to helplessly grab his hands, but the darkness bubbling inside them was making it impossible to see as their eyes were crying black liquid.

"Don't you see what you're messing with?" he taunted as he watched them struggle in his grip. The magic flooding from his hand into their body was deadly, only a bit too much and they would fall dead.

They fell. But not dead. He scoffed and watched them gasp for air. Every attempt to breath sounded less and less like choking on the blood that had filled their mouth and was now pouring to the white concrete floor underneath them.

Underneath the mask their eyes had turned black. They tried to see what was around them, but it was impossible. Their vision was blinded by the darkness. Instead, all they saw were dark creatures lurking between the object in the room they couldn't identify anymore.

"It's what you've always wanted, isn't it?" he taunted as they raised their hand to their blinded eyes. "You've always wanted to see what kind of dark creatures lurk where no one can see them! And now you can see them!"

"No... No... I don't want this... I want to see... I don't want to be alone... Don't leave me in this darkness..." they begged as tears fell from their eyes. Now they could see him.

"You can still see the outlines of everything, very faintly though. But you aren't completely blinded!" he answered with a twisted grin on his torn face they could now identify. "You can still pretend that you can see~!" he taunted into their ear.

They sat silent on the floor, knowing they had lost. There was no way they could convince the God-like creature to give them back what he had taken. They had been irresponsible and acted like an idiot. They had been the one to anger the dark creature, and they had payed the price.

A dark creature began lurking towards them out of curiosity. It stopped before them and let out a growl. There was too much light in them, it didn't like it.

"You'll run out of light soon, don't worry," he cooed and pet their head as the creature lurked away. "And no one will even notice that you're internally stuck in the darkness!"

"..Why did you do this? You didn't do it just because of what I said... I know you didn't... That wasn't enough of a reason..." they whispered, looking at him with clear defeat in their blinded eyes.

"You were becoming a threat to me. You know so much of everything dark. You would have somehow ruined my plan if I hadn't sabotaged your role on this little game board," he answered. "Now you will most likely reach all the answers you want, but what's the point of sharing them? This darkness will slowly destroy you bit by bit. If you try to tell them about me, you'll fall so deep that even you by yourself won't believe what you're saying!"

"I shouldn't have never even brought up the idea of a Fallen.." they whispered, slowly drowning in their own regret.

"Great you're finally starting to understand that!" he chuckled before turning to look at the strawberry blonde only he could see. "He's starting to awake."

They raised their eyes to look at the faint outlines of a Watcher. They couldn't see any signs of waking up, nor could they tell who it was by the outlines. Only the previous knowledge helped them identify him.

They carefully stood up and managed to sit down on the chair after analysing where its outlines were. They wished they could see his face, but he was too light to be where they had fallen.

"Are you awake?" they asked, feeling relieved to hear that their voice was back to normal by now.

".̷̪͍̓̒̈́W̴̱̳̹̔h̸̢̘͗͛a̵͚̲̱̅́͠ṫ̴̠͎̻̋ ̵͍̮̝̈́̆ḫ̴̗̥͑́ạ̷̧̒̏p̷͓̱̈́͊̓p̵͍̞̌͝e̷̯̍̐n̵͖͕̮͝e̸̦̓̓̎͜d̶̦̍̀͝.̴͈̏͝.̴̧̨̧̓͒?̵͕̗̄ ̸̟́" they heard him whisper. Their heart stopped as they realised that his voice was distant and glitchy.

"You decided to work as test bunny to the potion of instant killing that 👍︎⚐︎👎︎📪︎ 😐︎✌︎💧︎and I worked on," they answered. They had to hold back everything when they heard the Galactic come out of their mouth in Wingdings instead. They couldn't understand the names they had said.

"Ö̸̙́̈́̊h̵̛̗͍̝͊.̷̡̫͈̇̾͝.̸̧̜͝.̷̘̜̞̑ ̷͇͈̘͌͆͝S̷̠̰̈́ḩ̴͇͊͜i̶͍͖͋̾́t̵̘̑͐.̴͔̲̑̊.̶̻̬̌ ̵̙̼̫̀̂͗" they heard him mumble. "I̸̮̒͜ ̶̲̳͘͜w̸̬̌͗͝ė̷̩̯̜̊ṇ̸̇͛̃t̶̰̹̦͐̈̒ ̷͔̻̄ṭ̵̝̉ö̶̮́̋ ̸̤̮̈́̀͛m̴̻̍͌̑e̶̢̗͛͐͘ş̶̼̦̀̇̋s̷̥̾̕ ̷͙͕̾͂͝ũ̴̗̌p̵̘̳͊̃̅ ̴͚́a̵̢͚̤͐̓̕g̷̥̻͓̊̾a̸̝̩͊į̵̟̠̐͋̃n̸̲̂̿!̸͔͚͍̉̆ ̷͉̀̑͛Ȉ̷̹͙̺͐ ̷̡̜̐r̸̯̳̞͆͐̇ë̶͈́ą̶̳̒l̷̙͚̰̒͂̉l̶̮̒y̷̩̝͘ ̵̫̩̽ĝ̸͚ǫ̶̟͈͛͂t̴̘͒̑̕ ̷̻̟̀t̸̟̋o̴̘̹̍ ̸̱̹̠̾͑̓l̶̢̒ě̴̪̝̎͌a̸̳̻̠͗͘̚r̵̗̥͍̾͝n̸̻̟̋ ̸͉̻͈́̔̍h̶̖̿͛̂ͅǫ̶̋w̷̨̟͓͗͗̅ ̵͆̀͜t̵̼͉̲͐͝͝ô̶̘͆̆ ̴͈̲͋̎̔k̷̥̦̄̏e̶̢̙̠̿e̵̟͚̻̒p̵̢͆ ̷̤͙̹͝m̷̪̞̠̈́̄ŷ̴̢͔͉ ̵̛̩̮̈́̄l̶̨̀̓i̸͈̠͚̔̿f̸͈̲̝̌̅͝é̴̟̄ ̵͓̘̮̈ư̶̫͓͝n̴̯̓̑d̴̤̃͒̈́e̴̺͑̒͠r̷̯̈́̉ ̴̡͉̼̄c̷̘̓ǫ̵̝̈̊̍n̵͓͓̺̍̓͂t̶̬̔r̵̳̪̉o̶̥̹͉̎̑͘ḷ̴̺̌!̸̣͉̯̓ ̴͓̲̌͘ he groaned.

"Don't worry, ✠︎☜︎☹︎. You'll be alright," they tried to assure him, despite being terrified by their own current situation.

"D̷̯̝̰́̽͝ͅŏ̶͔̲̗ñ̴̹̖̫͔̩̂'̶̦̔̀̊͊̒t̴̘͝ ̷̠̇̄͒͒̃y̴̘̌́ơ̶̧̄͆͑͝ù̴̲̺͐ ̸̺̣͐̆̇̇̕͜h̸̼̰̗̻̖͗̃̋̚a̴̤͔̖̺̬̽͋͒͘v̵̺̓ę̶̩̒ ̸̘͉̃ä̸̘͎̗́̒͛́̈ͅ ̴̡̧̫͕́́̓̈́̚ḻ̴̦̓o̶̥̙̥͐t̴͉̱͈̜̂͜ ̶̦̝̰̃̈́͛̾͝o̷̡̤̫͆̽f̶̧̫̱̫̰̈ ̶͇́͆̃w̶̢̖̯͚͑̄̑̆ͅȏ̷̡͕̗́̇̍̈́r̴͉̱͇̝̬̍̇̂͘k̷͎̋ ̴̨̻̙̹͙̆̕t̴̢̬̫̩̣̄ö̴̥̮̈́̔̉̕ ̷̧̺͚̹̮̆͐̊̈́̍d̶͈͙̤̑o̵̮̣̾͆̀́ͅ?̴̺̔͋̋̾ ̷̬͕̘͂͜W̴͔̥͖̪̓ḧ̵̨̙͕͕͂ỳ̷̤͇̠̱̈́́͘͝ͅ ̶̻̰̔̀̏̅͝ą̸̼̫͊͋̎r̷͖͒̊ȩ̸̦̉̓͜͜ ̴͎̀̽ỳ̷̫̯͙̗̹́o̶̡̨̙̔͋̚͘u̸̟̬̿̀̃ ̸̲̄h̶̬͎̪͚͂ẻ̷̫̺͂͊r̷̛͚̹͖̍̌ę̶̳͇̬͑ ̷̛̹̱̙̃̐̽͠ẃ̷̢̦̼̞͔i̴͈͋̆̀̏́t̴̫͉͐̋͆̈́h̶̗͛͠ ̵̭̟̑̋͛̔̀m̶̨͍̜̝͕̒͑̑̚ȅ̷̢̧͉̪͔?̴͔͎̓͂̚͠ ̸̳̮̫̮̌̐̍" he asked with his voice filled with concern. Luckily they seemed to be the only one who heard Galactic as Wingdings.

"I wanted to come make sure you were alright," they answered. The little voice in the back of their head – that was now a silhouette next to them – whispered that they shouldn't have done that.

"Y̴̤͙̘̠̑̄́̚͝ŏ̷̭͍̿ǘ̶̧̜̄ ̷̧͈̪̇̆h̶̬͎͑́͐ȃ̶̠͍͚̪̄͝v̷͍͔̟̺̭̓e̷͍̟̼͍̔ ̵̨̦̪̅̾̅̾͛a̷̛̜̎̿̚ ̸̨̘͕̲̇́͂͑ͅl̷̥̠͋̅o̴̧͇̝͂̀͆ẗ̵̙̜́̾̅͝ ̸̧̢̧͆̕ǫ̶͙̃́̂̾̆f̶̳͌̍̒ ̶̜̀̐̋͝w̴̫̌̈́̂̀̾ö̵͔́̅͊̈͘r̶̼̤̹̓͊̀̈̀k̶̛̖͙̘̀̀́͘ ̵̢͚̳͙͋̋t̶͍̙͐̅͌o̷̦̓̓̓ ̵͇͓̣̗̋͋͛̕͝ď̶̢̯̦͑̓̉o̶̻̱̦̺̱̒͆.̸̢̧̛͉̼̀̉͝ ̸͚̰͖̌Y̷͔̹͐ǫ̸̱̻̹̎ṵ̸̲̰͉̞̇̃ ̶̮̯͐̂s̷̹̤̠̅ḩ̷͈̲̟͙̈́̈͒͑̍o̸͇͍̯͖̰̊́̇̕u̶̧͙̥͔̲̎̎̇́̓l̶̯͇̮͌̓͊͜ͅd̷͓͛̈́ ̶͉̟̯̻́̋̓͐g̵͍̪̩̊̏ŏ̶͓̯͆̐̇͋ ̵̙̑͂̍̉̄͜d̵̤̩̞͐̌͐̕ő̷̭͚͈̇ ̴̤͋̈̃̒͊i̵̠̙̩̤̓̀͑t̸͎̽̾̚,̵̠̩̏͊ ̶̭̙͉̕̕̚Í̶̧͙̝͜'̴̢̩̩̘̪̔͐̚͘l̷̢̨̡͌͛͠͠l̵̬̮̈́ ̵̼̟̌̈̅̏b̷̨̺̘̰̮̽̉͒͛ë̵̛̱̺́̃͝͠ ̷̢̹̀͊̍̆ͅf̴̺̩̘̘͋̅̔͠͝i̴̥͛̈́́n̴͉̑̈́̐̕ë̴̟́͌̑ ̶̛̮͙̫̿̆̽̔b̴̛̹͂̎̆͑ẙ̴͚̔ ̵̡̖̤͊̈́̃́m̴̧̭̻͉͗͆y̵͖͕̞̯̅s̴͍̻̯̋͒̎͝ḛ̴͈̹̌̇ĺ̶̢̟̖̯̏̈́f̵̡͖͍̺̓͗̆͝.̸̧͔̰̺̠̄̌͊̒ ̶͕̙̖̞̍̉͘͜Í̴̜̳ ̵͙͈̏̔̏d̶̘͍͇̋̃̀͝͠o̵̟͍͗̔͌̑̍ñ̴̖'̷͖̖͖̬͚͌̀͐̓͝t̴̨́ ̸̠̖͓̲͋̿̀̾f̵̰͋̈́̈̍ĕ̸̩̲̰̬̪̀e̵̤͚̹͌ͅl̶̻̃̅ ̵̧̗̮͎̟̌̓̎͛̕w̸̻͠ê̴̡͈̳͕͌̇͘ĭ̷̮͚̤̠͝ṙ̴̨̜̪̠͂̅̚d̵̡̧̲̤͈̀̚ ̴̨̺͕̹͇̐̐̂a̷̪̹͐͆͜n̷̻̰̙͋̋͠ỷ̴͕̺m̶̳̙͗̃̉ô̸͕̮̳̰̎͐r̶̞̣͛̊͂̚e̵̫̠̅̈́̒̚̚!̵͇͖̦͘ͅ ̸̝̼͗͆̾͗̕" he assured them.

They sighed. He had a point.

"If something happens, contact me," they said before standing up. He said he would as they managed to get a hold of the curtain and left.

        The medical center was pitch black with only the same kind of faint outlines. Their blood ran cold by the amount of dark creatures that were starting at them from all over the place. Even the walls were starting at them with white eyes.

Now they understood how it felt to be watched, which was ironic since they were a Watcher by themselves. They could feel the eyes watching every one of their movements as they hurried out of the medical center.

The next room wasn't any better. It was filled with human silhouette, yet they couldn't identify a single one of them. They only gave a nod to the two guarding the second floor doors as they walked past them.

They could only wish no one would come speak to them right now because they needed time to figure out how they could start recognising people without seeing or barely hearing them.

"But you have me!" the silhouette of a child their age taunted next to them. The silhouette that was the embodiment of their own previous self that they had killed.

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[25.5.2022]

(Was this planned? No.
Did I have any kind of plan for this chapter? No.
Do I still like it? Yes.
Am I also in the middle of my last exam week? Yes.
Am I also moving to another house next week? Yes.)

(Today's Adralia's birthday.)

(She was 18 when she died in 2016. Would be 20 if she was alive at this point (2018.))

(5 facts:

1. She was born in the ocean and is the only member of the Council born there.

2. Her full name is Jennilei Muridine.

3. She's the only one of the Council who has a child. She joined the Council to protect her son from the Watchers. She did it to have hope, despite deep inside her she knew they would kill him anyways.

4. She's actually really sweet and kind, but had to act abusive towards Chet, Kasen and Sherenidy because the Watchers told her to. She did it in front of Fyre to catch its attention, knowing it could kill her and break her free from the prison she was forced in. Fyre did, in fact, use a spell and seal both of them away to a realm of their own and they're stuck there still to this day.

5. She was the very original leader of the Leads before Blake, but due to the spell Fyre casted around the two of them, only Chet, Kasen and Sherenidy remember her existence.)