Name: The Watcher
Age: Unknown
Sex: Unknown
Status: Unknown
Description: Unknown
Personality: Curious
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The Watcher watches quietly, while keeping up to pace. The Watcher cuts through a shortcut the slow boy knows nothing about and bounds on all fours under the concealment of the trees. The Watcher is interested. The boy acts so strange? Why would he leave the girl behind in the wheel box alone? Boys like to get girls into wheel boxes alone.
After a short run of approximately one mile(s) the Watcher makes as the boy dashes into a plain brown house. He goes slower now? Why go slower? Ooooh. Because he is trying to be like the Watcher! Because he is trying to be darker than he is. The Watcher knows he too must creep.
The Watcher places his ear against the wall of the boys house. If he stops breathing he can hear the boys soft pats against the ground. Sliding against the wall he follows the boy around the perimeter. The crunching of the groundfur come to a halt and the Watcher knows the boy has arrived at his destination. He looks up, noting a small see-through wall just above him, out of reach. A nearby branch looms just over it. Fingers impale into the tree and he scales it with ease, hanging delicately upside over the window to watch the boy.
If only the boy would look up, he would see the watchers glowing orange eyes. But the boy is too busy staring into the face of one of those moving pictures. Why is he doing that? Oh. He is reading. The Watchers eyes focus on the moving picture to make out the words.
Uh oh.
The Watcher has read what the boy is reading.
Forbidden Knowledge.
The Watcher waits patiently for the boy to leave.
The Watcher pops open the window.
The Watcher destroys the humming box with its mortal enemy. A heavy rock.
Master calls it 'a magnet.'
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