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(Falling Spears’ P.O.V)
Soft, golden, shimmering lights twirled like ribbons in the dim room, almost dancing.
As The Seeker laid their head down (which was quite hard to do with their modified legs), they jolted awake at the sound of a sharp laugh.
“‘…HA!’ I said, I mean, who could ever imagine an iterator drinking ALL the water in their respective area? It’s silly! So I told them-“
Falling Spears paused as he felt a light tap on his hip. He looked and saw The Seeker peeking one eye open at him, a look of…was that…exasperation on their face?
“Ah, sorry. I…must have been rambling again, haven’t I? You can go ahead and take your nap now.” Falling Spears quietly said, patting The Seeker’s head. (and then wiping off the wetness that slugcats innately had on their skin…)
He sat there in silence for a few moments, just…staring at The Seeker. He was never too confident in his skills at modifying lifeforms, but The Seeker was definitely the best creature he had ever made!
…well, MADE is…maybe a bit untrue, he did only modify a slugpup, after all.
Falling Spears had always had a fascination with the act of modifying creatures, and he spent WAY too much time gushing about it to other iterators, to the point where he looked obsessed.
Of course, he wasn’t a moron, and he knew that talking about it ALL THE TIME would be exhausting for other iterators.
He knew that he could always talk to his best friend House of Sorrow about it though, so it was alright! They haven’t been in contact for a while with him though…it’s probably because of the bad signal on the mountain, right..?
…
Ah, screw it! Spears had been worried about old Sorrow for a while now. Surely sending an overseer to his can would be a good idea…? He knew that they had been suffering from some…issues, so to speak, in their memory processes.
So, Falling Spears called an overseer that was nearby, and gently took out its little eye, putting a pearl with House of Sorrow’s coordinates inside of it, and putting the eye back in.
As Spears watched the overseer squeeze through the cracks of his can, he leaned back on the cold floor, making sure not to slide down his tilted chamber. He could see the Void Fluid already seeping through the crevices, and he didn’t want to think about what would happen if he came into contact with it.
And as Spears watched the mechanical patterns that flickered across his walls constantly, (as per what usually happened when his mind was restless) he found himself absentmindedly petting the Seeker, anxiously waiting for his overseer’s return.