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He walks in a crowd.
Nobody notices him. He hasn't climbed any imaginary ladders that regular folk invented in order to pretend their lives have more value than other's. He hasn't even bothered.
Stealing was easy for him and he knew where to feed.
1 Second…
He shifts his focus from the crowd to a nearby shop, "Clothing", perfect, these clothes were a tad too old.
When he looks back to the crowd everything changed, they are now going a different direction, against him.
He is knocked to the ground by business men who hurry to go somewhere they, someone else deemed important, to work in order to prove themselves "useful", even though none of them will ever be truly happy.
2 Seconds..
He is now on the ground, unable to get up. Hurried nobodies step on him as they go to worthless places, to do worthless work, and have their worthless lives, proving other worthless people they are worth something. Too busy to realize the people they hurt in their pa-
3 Seconds.
The world slowa to a halt, well, not a halt, but slow enough for the regular observer to think it did.
1…
He standa up.
2…
He looks at the shop, then at its roof.
3…
"Just want some peace and quiet." He thinks as he dusts himself.
4…
He crouches, preparing the jump.
5…
He leaps, cruising the air at inhuman speeds.
6…
He lands on the rooftop without making a sound.
7…
He lays down curling up, the pain from his previous stunt crashing down in waves.
8…
Tears begin running down his face.
9.
The world starts spinning again, the noise drawn-out by the distance.
After a while, he senses he's being watched. In a fluid motion he stands up and looks around and sees a sphere shaped nothing. The Nothing sees him back.
He fakes a laugh as silent words fill his mind.
"Hello there to you too buddy." He replies.
"No, no, I'm fine. The usual. The world spins too fast, old friend."
He picks himself up.
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Dark is the kind of person to say he'll borrow a cookie from your jar, just to give you back his daily shit and charge you for everything else besides the cookie in his poo, because he is technically giving you more than you gave him.
"Watch" looks around.
Everyone is charging the cultist, who is holding the key to the Gateway, about to open the lock, destroying everything in this world.
Time crawls to a halt, this time to an actual halt, as time itself has stopped. He considers the possibilities, and formulates a plan. If he gets the info to "Hoarder", and "Hider" gets everyone together, he might, no he will be able to evacuate everyone, he knows that.
Speaking of which, "Hider" himself is moving in his direction. Ready to say something.
"We messed up, didn't we?" Hider asks.
"Y e s" His mouth doesn't move. It doesn't have to. He merely Injects the concept of the words in other's brains. Very helpful when moving means time moving too, and the destruction of this universe.
He looks at the man speaking to him.
Before him stood Max "Hider" Moore, a Scout/Assassin for Rogue-9. Someone he fears for he is the only one immune to his power, the only one he can't predict, the only one he can't see with his 2 real eyes and his many metaphorical eyes.
Someone he respects, for he was born a Chaos Demon, forced to cause terror and shock in order to feed, instead refusing to harvest souls and practicing demonics, only feeding off of feelings of genuine happy surprise he causes in the rest of the Rogue-9 when he outdoes himself in his tasks. Someone hated by humans doe to his origins, hated by demons due to his refusal to be like them.
Someone Watch would call his best friend, weren't for the fact he lost the ability to feel anything, so he could cope with his own existence, someone who when on and beyond to prove himself to him, to help him feel alive, always chasing for a smile that wouldn't come, as Watch himself had forgotten how to.
But more importantly, someone who understood him. Someone who looked at him and comprehended his living hell.
"Everything alright?" said the not demon
"J u s t c o l l e c t i n g m y t h o u g h t s" He said without words.
"Oof, I feel ya. Sometimes I wish I could just stop time, ya know? To help me take it all in. The World Spins Too Fast, and I struggle to take it all in."
"I would say I envy you, but I know damm well you also have your own private hell" He continued. "Whoever is in charge of deciding who is who fucked this one up big time" He chuckles. "I hope he got fired"
"A c k n o w l e d g e d" He pried the timejumper's mind, depositing his vision in it.
"Your a good man, thank you" Said the skipper as he got into position.
And right there and then, the emptiness in his heart grew evermore.
