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It has been a week and Tommy still hadn’t moved. He sat in front of the kid sized grave, hollow , tears still silently gliding on his cheeks.
“ Shroud, son, nephew and best friend, You left too early.”
Those words taunted the teen, dancing in front of his eyes like a blurry, ugly monster.
“Poor child…” murmured the wind. “What can I offer you to hope bring back a smile on your face?”
“A family” softly answered the broken child to the world.
“Sleep” whispered his mother’s voice.
And Tommy slept.
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“The world work in mysterious ways. But one thing is sure, an unborn Admin will become a Watcher, it’s as simple as life. Two faces of a same coin, one rule as the other judge. One fix as the other save. One fight as the other dream. One hate as the other love. One die as the other live. One can change as the other can choose.”
Tommy woke up.
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The void was more peaceful than Tommy had thought. Did Dream finally banned him? No, he could still feel the allowed SMPs all around him, like constellations, and sure enough, an ugly, worn down star shined in the distance as the place he should have never called home. It felt calming.
“Here you are…”
Tommy knew this voice but didn’t dared to hope. After all, his mother could only be seen in the afterlife. Strong arms pulled him close to a feminine chest and Tommy’s tears rained like starlight.
“I am so sorry for the life I could never offer you.” Death murmured in his hair.
“It’s not your fault Mumza, you can’t change life and I was the one choosing to try it.”
“I’m a mother” sung the void “I should have protected you better, until the world’s end.”
The music of the silence started to play. Tommy liked this silence, it wasn't heavy nor loud, it was peaceful. He wanted to stay.
“To stay you’ll have to die…”
“I wanna try anyway”
“And ignore Life’s wail?”
“What is She mourning for?”
“The disappearance of a child giving her a meaning”
“Why?”
“Because She loved him.”
“What could She do to get him back?”
“Return the favor, give him something to exist for.”
“I don’t know if I can forgive her…”
“You don’t have to, just give her another chance.”
“Do I have the right to be selfish?”
“After everything, you have more than the right to be so.”
“Okay, I’ll try”
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“Watcher aren’t born, they are made. They are broken children with an admin code, they’re the one knowing and fighting the dangers of the servers. They watch and warn. They are the one giving Life a chance at redemption. They can twist fate to save one. They can scream at the gods without fear. They can be human or live as they want. They are feared and loved. They are saviors and warden. But they are only ever meant to watch.”