A/N: Hello everyone, and let me say that I GREATLY apologize for anyone waiting for the next chapter of either The Marvelous Eleven or Loud Lanterns. Life, college, a couple of jobs, and my own mind and imagination working against me are the reason for the long wait.

That and both Leolamin1997 and I just drifting away from the story unintentionally; we got Chapter 7 mostly done though, don't worry about that. Though please don't badger either of us about it. Or me about Loud Lanterns, I have no set schedule for these things.

But this little trinket here is something I've had based on both an idea I've had cooked in my head for a while, and a recent series of videos on YouTube called A Voice From the Dark from the channel AtopThe4thWall. Check both them and the channel as a whole out, they're very entertaining.

For as long as I can remember, I have always seen it, seen them. The eyes. The Wall. And every time I do, I always count to four, and the One with Them is the last counted every time. According to my sisters, I cried a lot as a baby, from the den of night to the most random of times in the day - whether I was hurt or not - I cried and wailed. Though given that I was a baby, it was often written off as just a baby thing.

Though as I got older, smarter, and even wiser than some people in my life, the truth behind the Wall and Them was imparted to me. And by the time the number of Them became grander than before, and yes I could tell, I had accepted it and tried to move along with things as best I could. On the bright side, I found Them to be great listeners, especially in regards to my experiences and grievances with my family. Be they blankly staring, moving from side to side, or occasionally blinking, I could always tell that they were listening to what I had to say when I had something to say.

It was always a nice relief from the Others that frequently grasped and twisted the ways of my world and myself just to tell some arbitrary lesson that I didn't even need to learn or experience.

Especially when I either already showed awareness of that lesson, or learned it in a previous situation.

Seriously though, why was I forced to learn a lesson about lying not only in a situation that was more fit to teach Lynn about not being a sore loser, and being a good sport both on and off the field, but when I already learned a lesson on lying in a situation that landed me four unwanted dates?

Especially when said situation was so at odds with everything beforehand, and makes quite a bit of everything after seem like an apology that wouldn't have been needed to be said if they knew better and-!

Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there, and forgot that I'm talking about beings whose minds I can't even conceptually hope to comprehend. Not to mention never made sense to me.

Ugh.

At least a case of a retreaded lesson and situation were a nice reminder that I am loved by my family; so the Others aren't all bad.

I just wish they'd think more three dimensionally at times.

Heh, ironic, a two dimensional being complaining about a lack of three dimensionality from higher dimensional beings. I feel like Luan would make some sort of joke here.

But yeah, I digressed quite a bit here, The Eyes, they've been here since I was born, and they'll be here after we're all gone. But between Their watching, and The Hands grasping, there can't be something legitimately worse than either of them, right?

A/N: Right?

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