#devious captain||lost

Anxiety always riddled the elemental whenever his dearest friend Lost asked for him to visit, especially whenever its out of the blue like this. Sure, Lost has his reasons for the things he does, but now with his mind and eyes opened to what really was going on, those words still echoed in his mind.

‘How far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?’

Listen, and question everything. He nodded his head, understanding the terms. Grillby wouldn’t be able to trust his eyes with this, not from what he’s started to find out.

It wasn’t too surprising now to watch Lost quickly shove the pocket watch back into his coat pocket, likely he didn’t wish to hear the ticking no longer. So, he knew what was going on, willing to assist Lost in whatever he could to save the Timeline. But how?

Resets. Something that he heard about mostly from those outside of the timeline, or the few that he’s met. Picking up his glasses, he was about to place them upon his face once more before shaking his head, settling them down on the bar. No, he wasn’t going to look through rose-tinted glasses anymore. He’s seeing more than he has in ages.

Was Grillby willing to make the plunge? He was uncertain, that much was true but now…his eyes were opened to things he was so oblivious to. And Lost knew and had been fighting it. He couldn’t just charge in without a plan, or even being prepared for it.

But how much time did the timeline had left?

That look he was given definitely spoke volumes and that he was still fighting whatever was causing the trouble. Now that Grillby knew what was happening, and was starting to understand, he was concerned for not only the timeline itself, but his friend as well.

He wasn’t sure what to think currently. The timeline was ending? But what was causing it? Was it the reason why Lost mentioned to be cautious of how he asked?

His eyes widened and he paled, almost like he’d seen a ghost. That couldn’t be right. The End? Of the timeline itself? If that were to really happen..no, he couldn’t start panicking. There was no time for that. Too late for that.

‘The…End..?’