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Amongst the trees and dirt, in a vast world of black, stars and servers,
Lie 4 little players.
One with dirty blond hair, broken rectangle glasses, and damaged red, yellow and blue wings and dark, black eyes.
One with golden yellow hair, brown eyes that look like the sun is shining down on them at all times, and golden canary wings that are bound to his back.
One with brunette hair with blonde highlights in a chin-lengthed, self-done wolfcut, limp wolf ears, and moonlight blue eyes.
The other with golden yellow hair aswell, goes down over his eyes — his light, ocean-like blue eyes.
“... Grian,” The canary-winged fella whispered, his brows knitting. He shuffled a little closer to the wolf hybrid protectively, she just leaned on him, snoring lightly.
“What, Jimmy?” The parrot — Grian, questioned, looking over at him.
“Is that... a Watcher?” Jimmy tilted his head over in the direction of outside the cage they stayed in.
Grian blinked and pushed himself up onto his knees, before dropping forwards and catching himself with his hands — crawling over to the bars, he looked out of them. He squinted.
Many people fighting. So many. Not Watchers — well, they’re fighting Watchers, but not... Players? Why are Players fighting them?!
“No — Players... fighting the Watchers.”
“WHA —” Jimmy yelled, but was interrupted by Grian slamming a wing over his face to shut him up. One of the Players made eye contact with Grian.
A black, armor-like mask, with a purple visor tinting the top half of his face. He wore green and beige spacesuit looking armor.
And he was looking right at Grian.
“...Wake up Pearl, Jimmy.”