(plz dont attack me for using a different name name this is supposed to be a serious version and i dont think i can be serious with a character named kyle... especially with the one i know irl)

"What could be this classified and important that-"

"We were so close earlier, it was just a gentle nudge in the correct direction that got us these papers," Libra continued with a chuckle as if Grian hadn't said anything. He rolled his eyes as he pulled up a random chair and collapsed in it. Libra quickly shuffled through the papers. She paused at one sheet farther in the back, a smirk rapidly growing on her face.

"What is it?" Grian asked. Libra pushed the pile of papers to him, almost knocking down other books that lay on her desk in no orderly fashion. Grian gathered the stack in his hands, careful to not get paper cuts. He flipped through the papers, naming the general idea of each sheet.

"Multiple blueprints of the Watcher Lair, some hidden rooms, five pages of small servers that have been taken over, a huge hit list that takes fifteen pages- oh look, that's me- and..." Grian paused with a grin as Libra burst out laughing at his added comment. "A long list of the Watchers' names?" She gestured for Grian to keep reading, her amber eyes shining with triumph.

"How did you get this?" Grian asked, scanning the page.

"I have about thirty active sources working for me. They don't tell me how they do their work, but I do personally trust them." As she spoke, the Prime's eyes caught the words at the bottom of the page, a name that was apart from the others. He cocked an eyebrow as he realized the significance of said name.

The Prime Watcher's name.

Grian squinted at it before trying to say it.

"The Prime Watcher's name is Aerozius?" He recoiled in mild disgust and pity. "I feel bad, I probably pronounced it wrong. I prefer the one I gave him." Libra shook her head and took the remaining papers. She spread them out on her desk, creating more of a mess than it already was.

"At least we have something on the Prime Watcher. Remember, names are powerful and can be used against someone, especially someone who actively hides theirs. To keep my sources safe, try not to use his name at all until we're sure he's in a losing position." She sighed and turned around. "These papers are important, and we can not afford to lose them. We should make a copy or two and store the originals in the vault. Don't want to make my sources' hard work go to waste." Grian nodded as Libra went on her occasional information dump. He stood up, leaning against the desk and almost knocking a few books down in the process.

"Speaking of important papers, we should go back to the meeting room. There's some papers we left and some items we need for later," Grian said, pulling the hood over his head again. The Prime Admin looked out the window as Libra slightly organized her desk.

"You just want to scare the other admins that are still there," Libra accused, narrowing her eyes.

"All I do is not talk, I'm not scary." He smirked. "But seriously, there are papers that we accidentally left on the table. In this case, it'd be helpful to have." Libra scoffed before following Grian out, briskly walking through the corridors once again.

They walked in relative silence, trying to avoid the other admins. Grian traced the crevices in the stone bricks, the rough rock lightly scratching his fingertip. The cackling flames of the torches, the Prime Admin's quiet steps, and the gust of wind that batted at the windows were the only sounds filling the deafening silence present in the halls.

The carpet ruffled as the Primes' shoes brushed the bristles. The curtains on the spaced out windows seemed to have a life that called out to the admins. The greenery of the bushes and indoor trees almost whispered in a soft melodic tone, almost pulling the Prime Admins into deep thoughts and daydreams.

No, they couldn't afford the distractions present in the Admin HeadQuarters. This wouldn't be the first time it happened, but it hadn't happened recently.

But something was different about the HQ this time. It was all so lively, so beautiful. It was hard to not get lost in the magic of life. The magic of the inanimate objects that only seemed so lively, though they were only everyday objects.

Or maybe it was all in their heads...

After numerous distractions that the Prime Admins almost got lost in, they found themselves in a more populated area. Right in front of the meeting room. Libra sighed as everyone stared at them. Grian smirked, standing up straight and folding his hands behind him.

"The Prime Watcher will still try to attack at one point or another. Remember, Watchers are bent on world domination. Especially their leader," Libra said as if talking about the weather, pushing the door open. The meeting room was usually the common room for the admins; more admins lingered about, scattered around the large room. Most admins from the recently ended meeting were still there, meaning more people that usual were present.

Once again, everyone paused to bow to the admin leaders. The Primes nodded, letting them go back to what they were previously doing.

"We have to keep an eye out. Prime Watcher is going to attack... I'd say soon, considering his past strategies. We have to prepare the others," Libra said, lightly gripping the edge of the wooden table. Grian nodded, gathering his papers up and shoving his hands in the robe's pockets.

"Great to know you still worry about me," a quiet voice chuckled from behind. Libra and Grian flinched, whipping around with their magic flashing so blindingly bright that other admins visible pulled away.

The Prime Admins, leaders of Minecraft, glared at a figure who hid in the darkness. Their hands hovered near their weapons, preparing to pummel the supposed intruder into smithereens.

Leaning against the doorframe in the shadows of the large doors stood the Prime Watcher himself, a smug smirk stretching across his face.