#watcher-anons

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Ooh. Pretty! It appeared already plugged into the laptop, leaving no question for what it was.

Ava opens the laptop, and presses the power button. And it's loading this time. "Oh good. It works now. Hey Archivist, can you type?"

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Now. 👏

*switches the body of Ava and @avathemultiverseexplorer so that this Ava is connected to the clipboard and all of her abilities. The other Ava gets to be mortal for a bit. Yay!- also. The clipboard is still with the other Ava. Have fun getting torn apart<3*

Her body doesn't feel much different. Until it's breaking itself apart, unsewing and unraveling. Not having the demon clipboard was immediately killing her, and she assumes it's back in the medical room.

The Archivist has already brought a lot of pain into her life, but this? This was by far the worst.

"What's happening?!" Simon.

Ava looked up at him, vision getting.. blurry. A dozen cuts opened on her skin, a blue light shining through the cracks.

Shit.

Lyre chirps at Ava. Goddamnit. Not again.

And then the new bones already growing from his back ripped themselves out. He was back to the blissful, blinding, horrible agony. He tried to shout, but it came out as yet another bird sound.

New flesh grew up and over those bones, and it was a terribly strange sensation to have something new connected to her body. She couldn't-

The new.. limbs? started becoming increasingly itchy, and painful. But Lyre couldn't reach them. He reached towards Ava for help.

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[Brings moth!ava ( @avathemultiverseexplorer ) and the creator together in a room of the creators choice. If moth can perceive the creator and what vessel form it takes is also up to the creator. Its their game after all.]

The Creator takes the form of an angel. Not one of human shape, but a thousand eyes and twenty wings. And they stare into Moth's soul.

They are in a massive ballroom, far too big for people, it makes Moth look like the size of a rabbit in comparison. The Creator has been given.. a temple. The floors are marble, stained designs into them with purples and blacks. The walls were tall enough for murals, and it depicted each of the other Ava's that it has seen through its own Ava.

There are no doors, or balconies. It is just a massive, circular room.

You are alone.

-Access granted-

The only Watcher that can intervene is the one that put them in this room, now. The Creator couldn't lock all of them out.

Entertain us, creature. That is what you were made for.

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maep \(. .)/

— @convicted-biter-anon

I gave you Sunny to play with, and as soon as Simon shows up with a bit of protection you give up? And I thought this would be fun. *sigh*

You really dont know how to get revenge? Do you now. Creator? Well- a games isent fun without a bit of fighting back and forth.

*binds creator to the pocket dimension so creator can't leave before Simon have achieved what he wishes to achieve.*

Hope you like being watched<3

It's trapped. Trapped!

The field turns into a cliff. The Creator takes the form of an entirely human Simon, and is standing at the edge with a gun.

The Creator doesn't know that the gun won't actually work on the other Simon, but oh well. Too bad.

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Enough Hawk

Here's the door back to your room

Archivist didn't even get to enjoy the sunlight. Oh well...

Ava carefully held the bunny in her coat, looked to where Callie just.. fell off. Shrugged, and went through the door. Callie will probably be fine, she can teleport after all.

The room hadn't changed since they left, but that makes sense. They have only been gone for about five minutes. The music player was still going, playing music in her pocket.

"Well... You want to come out now?"

"First of all, it's not your fault, Ava. Nobody is blaming you. It was me who had the idea and didn't account for the fact that the universe couldn't support such a change. We both just wanted to help, right. And accidents happen. I'll be more careful next time. You will too. Second of all.. don't tell him. Please. It's- I may not be able to bring his universe back, but I can still send him home. The multiverse is infinite.. I can find something. I can still fix this, okay? Just- please go along with it."

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She nodded slowly. Ava knew it was a bad idea to say anything too. Ignorance is bliss, after all. "Make sure he's safe," she whispered back, in a fairly serious tone. She doesn't know what she'd do with- or to herself if he didn't survive.

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