moon age // stars #4100 (dnp)

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#4100
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𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

[osamu]

𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 / 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 / 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭

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without a witness, a world could not have been born. that is his job- to watch the earth's life, from beginning to end. he is quite tired of what he has witnessed.
granted, he may have gone insane if it weren't for the seeker, another immortal being suffering from the same fate, though with a slightly different role. this story is not about them, however. this story is about a primordial being discovering that nothing is what he thought he knew, which is a very difficult thing to come to terms with when you've been alive for billions of years. oops!
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it started as a day like any other: he witnesses the happenings of his planet, the seeker's irritated and bustling about, and everything is as it should be.
he is bored.
he has been bored for as long as he can remember (which is a pretty long time).
he got tired of mass extinction events after the whole dinosaur conundrum, which the seeker is still mad at him about. how was he supposed to know the seeker was saving those for an event he had planned?!?
i concur.
today, something is off with the witness, but he can't quite put his paw on what it is.
"hey, seek? you been planning anything recently?" the witness sighs, gazing on at the earth with an unimpressed look. his tails flick irritably, his fur on end.. yeah, something's up.
the seeker materializes in the void, shooting the witness a glare as he sits by the other tom. "no, i haven't. why am i always the first suspect with these things?" he huffs, looking down at the planet. he sees something that ticks him off more, and now a hurricane is forming off the gulf of mexico.
"...do you see anyone else i can blame?"
the seeker goes quiet after that. a few earth days pass before either of them feel like speaking up again. the witness can't shake a feeling of.. wrongness. it's odd. certainly not anything he's felt before, and that's saying something. it feels like it's coming from the door.
the door: the only structure in the void that is the plane they live on. it's wood, painted white, with a simple brass doorknob. there's nothing behind it, and trust me, they've looked. the witness looks up, staring directly at it.
something is watching him, and it's something back there.
he smacks the seeker with all three tails, earning him a sputter and whack of irritation. he ignore the childish reaction. "it's the door. there's something up with the door, i'm telling you."
the seeker glares at him. "really? the door? the door we've inspected millions of times? that door??"
"yes, that door. god, you're so annoying."
"oh, shut up. what makes you say there's something wrong with it?"
"gut feeling."
he doesn't see the seeker for another week.

[osamu]

𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 / 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵

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something strange is definitely going on.
while the seeker is quite the flaky fellow, he's never gone this long without holding direct eye contact with the witness. usually that's his go-to intimidation strategy, but no matter what the witness does, the seeker won't look at him. it's different, and for a tom whose immortal lifestyle has made him a friend of change, this change is scaring him a little. without each other, they'd surely go insane.
he doesn't want to think about it too much. so, he turns his focus to the door.
"i'm going to look at that door again," he says, not to anyone in particular. the seeker looks up from where he'd been staring at a spot in france.
"why? what's the point? you know you won't find anything." the seeker's quick to scoff, quickly turning his gaze backs down once the witness looks back at him. the witness ignores the pang in his chest.
"i'm telling you, there's something weird with it." the witness stands up, stretching his weary limbs for a moment before walking past the miniature earth and padding towards the door instead. the seeker jumps up, quickly cutting in front. what on earth? "seek? what are you doing?"
"i- i just-" the seeker cuts himself off, looking a little embarrassed with himself. he takes a moment of silence, then looks back up at the witness, making direct eye contact. there's a strange smile on his face.
"come on, we could be doing better things! i'll let you wear my veil, even."
...yeah, definitely suspicious. the witness gives him a funny look. "why're you being so weird about this all of a sudden? first you refuse to look at me, now you don't want me to look at the door? maybe you need to take a break." the witness easily brushes him off, pushing past the shorter tom to keep moving towards the door. the seeker stays put, and the witness doesn't bother to turn back.
at first glance, it doesn't seem like anything's wrong with the door at all. plain white, brass doorknob, opens to nothing, holes on the inside- wait, what?
the witness's blood turns cold. on the other side of the door, what should just be a continuation of the void, has a variety of holes carved into it. he feels like he's going to be sick, and the feeling of being watched makes his fur stand on end. his tails flick irritably behind him, and when he turns back to call the seeker over, he's gone.
the witness is alone.

[osamu]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

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𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 / 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵

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lalala

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𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 / 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 / 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴

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lalala

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