POV: Grian
I walked into the meeting room with Anisa chatting about what it could be when I finally saw the reason for this month's meeting...
One of the head Watchers looked sickly and pale, well as pale as an already pale person could be.
Sed Watcher spoke up some how working up the strength to even move their mouth.
"You all must be wondering why I called you here today on such short notice," the Watcher who I had known as Bedrock paused for a second before continuing to speak,
"I Bedrock the 2nd Head Watcher of this generation am stepping down and one of you must fill my role."
Whispers and murmurs filled the room and it felt suffocating watching as people glanced at me some even pointed at me.
It soon fell silent as the second Head Watcher spoke..
"Little red do come up"
I knew who she was talking about...
Because I was little red.
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Heyo sorry for not posting, I got swamped with work and my mental health took a swan dive into the abyss and came back with a goose.
Remember
Hell is for scrubs don't kill people.
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Watching (A Hermitcraft au) (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionIn a world where Admins aren't all powerful Watchers take up the role of protecting players and Admins. Every thousand years a player is chosen to become a watcher, which is where grian comes in... (No ships possible swearing angst)
