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Most players know little about their world, content to play the roles they were given.
Some players know of the celestial entities known as the Watchers, who as their name suggests, watch. Their intent is unclear, however it is mostly believed to be malicious.
Some also know of the Listeners, a rivalling group of celestials, existing only to counter the Watcher’s goals at every turn.
Few know about the Ones who Watch, beings simply on another plane of existence, sometimes subtly affecting the events of the world or appearing as disembodied voices.
Most of the time, however, They simply watch, silently, from behind the screen.
It is said that They watch over an infinity of worlds and alternate timelines. Through the beginnings and ends of wars, the rise and fall of nations, the blooming and crumbling of relationships, the creation and destruction of worlds, They are there, watching, for one sole purpose.
Entertainment.
Was it cruel? Maybe, to some, but not to Them. After all, how could one be cruel towards mere pixels or words on a screen?
When the infinite universe wasn’t enough to entertain Them, They branch off, creating their own, through a keyboard or a pen. A whole new alternate world, for a few more hours of entertainment.
That wasn’t the complete story, though. No, They share these stories, to entertain others, others like Them. Others, who get inspired, to put Their hands on a keyboard, who pick up a pen, branching off, more and more stories, more and more entertainment.
And here, dear reader, is where you come in. You sit or stand or lay in wherever you are, scrolling through on whatever device you own, watching, as well.
You may wonder to yourself, Was this ever even an MCYT fanfiction, or just the odd ramblings of an author?
Or was it you thinking that? Or me?
And before you finish and continue our scrolling through the pages of the Archive, I’d just like you to know one thing.
Whatever conclusion or opinion reached after reading this, I hope it brought you a bit of entertainment.