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Pearl groaned; her head hurt like hell.
She supposed the best thing to do was probably look around to get to know her surroundings.
So that’s what she did.
As soon as Pearl opened her eyes, she was expecting it to be bright or something, but it was the opposite.
She was in a poorly lit room with nothing too out of the ordinary about it.
The only lightning coming from a window.
Which didn’t help seeing as Pearl guessed they were in the void.
She just has a feeling.
She has a lot of those.
It was what you would think a simple room would look like. It had all the normally needed living things of course, like a bed and a desk not too far away.
Pearl was currently on the bed, which wasn’t uncomfortable, but you can tell it was new. It had the roughness of not being used.
It was all simple, like how you leave the guest room of your house looking, but it didn’t have any signs of anyone ever living here.
Pearl decided she wasn’t going to find anything else by just laying down, so she got up and walked around.
There were three doors she noticed, one probley led outside, the second a bathroom, and a third a closet maybe.
As Pearl went through them, her suspicions were correct, though the first one was locked, meaning that she couldn’t leave.
Pearl hoped that Grian was okay.
She didn’t know how long it’s been since they were knocked out. It could have been days, weeks, hours, minutes...
Pearl was a bit worried.
But just a bit…
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Grian’s head throbbed, whoever had knocked him out; they hit him hard. He also had the feeling they did something weird to keep him out longer.
Probley some of their weird Watcher magic or whatever it is they have.
Grian opened his eyes to find he was in a normal ass looking room.
It kind of felt like the Watchers were trying to trick his mind or something by putting him in such a normal looking room.
The only thing that threw that all away was the fact that the door, that he supposes is the way out, is locked.
So that deducts points. (they were already in the far negatives)
Besides the locked door everything seemed completely normal. There was a closet, a desk, a bathroom, and a bed.
The bed even had normal sheets. (He doesn’t know why that’s important, it just was.)
Grian thought and thought. This was just too simple.
Did they hide cameras? No, there is no need; they are literally called The Watchers. Everything Grian thought of was tossed away.
It was too simple.
Too simple…
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Pearl was starting to get bored; she had already counted all the ceiling tiles (214) twice.
She didn’t know exactly how much time had passed, but it felt like at least 2 hours.
There was just nothing to do.
If the room had been more interesting or at least had trinkets, then she would have had something to do.
But no. They just had to be boring.
That was until she heard a click.
Pearl looked up and around quickly trying to see where it came from.
Until her eyes landed on the opening door.
Shit!
How was she supposed to defend herself?
“ᔑ⍑, ℸ ̣⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ リ𝙹 リᒷᒷ↸ ℸ ̣𝙹 ʖᒷ ᓭᓵᔑ∷ᒷ↸. ╎’ᒲ ⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣𝙹 ʖ∷╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍ ⎓𝙹𝙹↸.” [JH1] The deity said.
“Ah, there is no need to be scared. I’m just here to bring you food”
“How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
“╎⎓ ∴ᒷ ∴ᔑリℸ ̣ᒷ↸ ||𝙹⚍ ↸ᒷᔑ↸ ||𝙹⚍ ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ʖᒷ ʖ|| リ𝙹∴, リ𝙹 リᒷᒷ↸ ℸ ̣𝙹 ↸∷ᔑ∴ ╎ℸ ̣ 𝙹⚍ℸ ̣, リ𝙹 ᒲᔑℸ ̣ℸ ̣ᒷ∷ ⍑𝙹∴ ᒷリℸ ̣ᒷ∷ℸ ̣ᔑ╎リ╎リ⊣ ╎ℸ ̣ ╎ᓭ ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣╎ᒲᒷᓭ.” It responded simply.
“If we wanted you dead you would be by now, no need to draw it out, no matter how entertaining it is at times.”
Pearl supposed that made sense; Watchers weren’t really known for their patience.
The Watcher placed the plate of food it brought on the desk and then left before Pearl could ask anything.
Not that she thinks she would get a reply.
Pearl walked over to the desk to see what food it brought.
The food was simple, with some meat and vegetables.
If Pearl had to guess, it was probley supposed to be dinner. (It just gave off dinner vibes)
And if that guess is right then she woke up around lunch or after.
Which, rude! Why didn’t they give her food then?
Whatever maybe Watchers just didn’t know they had to?
Though whatever it may have been doesn’t matter anymore, it’s in the past.
Pearl was just going to focus on the food and eating.
It was on a paper plate.
…
Pearl supposes the Watchers are smarter than she thought.
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It’s been a few hours since the Watchers gave him food, and Grian guesses he probably should go to bed, but he’s always had a hard time sleeping in new places.
Which is valid, he thinks.
But there’s also the fact that Grian’s thoughts are racing.
Why are the Watcher acting like nothing happened?
Why are they acting… nice...? Not nice but not murdering, which is a mercy from them.
But why?
Grian sighed.
To pass the time and quiet his thoughts, Grian looked at the stars from the tiny window.
If it were bigger, he could get out, not that it would do any good. It’s not like Grin can fly away.
(||ᒷℸ ̣…)
Eventually Grian’s eyes fell, and no fight could keep them open for long.
So, he let them close, and with it the light.
The next morning, Grian woke up later than he expected.
How did he know this, you may wonder?
He knew due to the cold plate of what he assumes is breakfast.
Grian kind of wishes that they wouldn’t use paper plates, but he supposes that the Watchers know him too well.
Also, the paper plate was a bit flimsy.
But forgetting the plate, Grian started eating the food.
It was a simple breakfast of eggs and a bit of bacon.
Grian thinks the only reason they know about certain foods is due to their name.
Watcher.
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A few hours had passed since breakfast and Pearl had come to a predicament.
She was bored again.
Extremely bored.
Pearl knew that in a few hours that one of the Watchers would come bringing lunch.
Due to that she had come up with a plan.
Once it walked in, she would ask for something simple like a few pieces of paper and a pencil.
At least then she could draw or write instead of just sitting around and doing nothing.
So that is what she did.
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“⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ !¡╎ᒷᓵᒷ 𝙹⎓ !¡ᔑ!¡ᒷ∷?”
“Just a piece of paper?”
Pearl nodded, “And a pen or pencil, please”
The deity hummed in thought. “╎ ᓭ⚍!¡!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ ╎ ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ⊣╎⍊ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ ℸ ̣⍑╎リ⊣ᓭ, ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ᔑʖ𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ ᓵ∷ᔑ||𝙹リᓭ ╎リᓭℸ ̣ᒷᔑ↸?”
“I suppose I could give you those things, but what about crayons instead?”
“Darn their smart!” Pearl thought to herself.
They were thinking ahead.
But regardless, Pearl accepted the offer.
The Wacher nodded and then snapped their fingers.
Where there was once air, there was now a few sheets of paper and a box of crayons.
The void-looking deity placed the items on the desk along with the food and then left.
Pearl sat at the desk and ate.
Once she was done, Pearl decided to draw.
Now Pearl’s not an artist but it was better than nothing.