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Prototype 3 walked out of his home briskly slamming the door behind himself. “I can’t believe that ‘thing’ stole Star’s name and identity! Even trying to intimidate my playthings!” He mumbled to himself as he walked down the beaten forest path. He was going to be late now.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, he arrived at the cliffside where she was waiting for him.
She sat floating in front of the forest entrance, waiting patiently. Her white eyes pierced into Prototype 3 as he got closer.
The echo’s and whispers of her voice sounded like a symphony in his ears, even as she criticized him. “You’re late”
Prototype 3 sighed as he sat down next to her, attempting to calm himself by taking in the peaceful surroundings before speaking. “Our toys have a new enemy to face, and it pisses me off.”
The Watcher looks at 3, not blinking and still. Prototype 3 looks back at her. “I know you already know this because you see all or whatever, hence your name, but it’s still nice to talk to someone who actually listens. Unlike the others.”
The Watcher sits calmly, watching 3 talk with a small smile on her lips. “You know they aren’t toys. I don’t know why you detest them so much, love.” She says to him calmly, almost as if no emotions show in her voice.
“I know they aren’t, but they still piss me off with how stupid they are.” Prototype 3 frowns as his voice fills with anger. “The colored idiots are hosting an election for your Leader thing and they have horrible options running. The only sensible option of the 2 just lost a life to Prototype 9!” His fist slams to the ground in frustration. Causing the ground to shake.
“Hmm, 9? It’s been awhile since I’ve watched their moves.” The Watcher ponders as she gazes out into the distance, her eyes finding a new perspective to watch from.
“Actually I was hoping you could look into your old friend for me. They got in my way earlier, silenced me and threatened my favorite colored people.” Prototype 3 says as he turns to face the Watcher fully. Taking her hands into his as her sight falls on him once more.
“I know you don’t like them, but please. I have no one else to ask, and the other idiots can’t be trusted with such an important job.” He pauses before asking once more, “Please?” Prototype 3 hates begging, but he needs all the information he can get on this new threat if he wants answers.
“Oh wow.” She teases lightly. “They must’ve gotten you really pissed if you came to me for help. The Watcher holds his hands now, and blinks calmly before responding.
”I’ll do it. Not because I care about what they are up to now, or because they irk you, but because they shouldn’t be interfering with the players.” She says firmly. She blinks, and then wraps her arms around 3, encasing him in a hug.
“I’ve missed you. You’re gone too long these days. Prototype 1 is working you too hard. Plus I bet you go visit my little project more than you think about me.” She pulled prototype 3 closer to herself. “It makes me wanna keep you here.”
A light blush tinted Prototype 3’s cheeks, as he returned the hug. “I’ve missed you too. I just get so caught up in what those colored people are doing that I lose track of time. They can be quite entertaining.” He admitted.
“You like them, don’t you?” She teased, looking down at him. She rubbed his back soothingly, as he leaned into her embrace. Her embrace becomes more restraining.
“I do not. They are infuriating idiots who do nothing but endanger themselves and make stupid decisions regarding us, and their lives.” He groans. “Even my little clone got himself killed today by running his mouth to 9.”
The Watcher hums quietly, nodding along as he speaks. Observing her partner quietly as he lets his emotions out. She observed his strong emotions, and in turn let some of hers show. “Slayz made a mistake. All of them have, and all of them will. We both know that death is fated for them. We cannot stop or change the rate in which it happens.” She says solemnly, a small frown upon her face.
Prototype 3 let out a breath of relief, as the truth of the words sunk in. “I know, but that doesn’t mean what they are doing isn’t stupid.” Surprisingly, he leaves it at that. The once talkative prototype now goes silent in thought as he meets the Watcher’s gaze once more.
He moves closer to her almost instinctively. His face inches from hers, and with a small smile he speaks softly, “It really has been awhile since I’ve seen you. I forgot how comforting your gaze can feel.”
The Watcher smiles at his sentiment, and her face softens. “You don’t seek me out often, it saddens me, but I understand that you are busy. You have other friends, and even if you won't admit it, you care for the players.” She says before leaning in, placing a soft kiss onto Prototype 3’s lips.
3 deepens the kiss, as he does, he feels The Watcher’s hand move to rest on his neck. His own arms wrap around her torso. They sit there, at the edge of the forest and the cliff, finding comfort in each other’s love as the sky fades to night.
Finally, they pull away. Prototype 3 lets go of The Watcher and stands up, offering her a hand. “I really did miss you.” He says quietly, almost guilty as she takes his hand.
“I know.” She steps towards the edge of the cliff, and smiles. “I’ll see you again soon. Don’t be late next time, Love.”