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Chapter 24: Astronomical Crescendo

Beta-Reader: Ant0nius

"Are you sure you've got everything written down?"

Glancing at Diana with a small smile, I offered her a nod as I patted the pants' pocket where I had left the list Randal had given me.

"I have everything," I replied, staring back at her with a positive look.

She huffed. "Then why are you still here? Shouldn't you get going?"

"Is my presence that unbearable?" I snarked back, hiding some sarcasm as the Cow Prime regaled me with a frown.

"As if I would grow tired of your yapping," Diana mirthfully rebuked. "But I think you shouldn't be wasting time on me."

"I think I still will."

She shook her head, a smile still there to disprove any annoyance at my cheeky response.

"Of course. I would be surprised if you actually listened to this dying moron."

I tensed up at that comment, and I sighed. "Diana-"

"You want to help me. Whatever delayed the inevitable… it came from you," The woman said tiredly. "But I don't want you to headbutt too much about it. Trying to rush the recovery isn't going to do me well, isn't it?"

I hummed. "Maybe it would."

"You can think and hope as much as you want, Mattia," She commented quietly. "But for now, the situation is as such."

Grimacing at that defeated tone, I took a couple of steps to get closer to the bed. Diana stared at me, not questioning my approach but raised a fascinated eyebrow over my silent action.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me, or do you just want to ogle me more?"

I blinked, sighing tiredly but hinting at a more personal conversation by leaning on the wall and glancing at her with an impassive glance.

She tensed up a little at the sudden change of mood, but she remained quiet as I prepared to talk to her about something that had been consuming me for a while now. Something that had to do with the cloudy creature I had seen back while dealing with her.

"Diana, do you hear voices?"

…

Blinking in surprise at that unexpected question, her green eyes showed several emotions flashing in her mind… but she ultimately settled for amusement.

"I might be dying, but I'm not going senile," The Prime answered with an annoyed tone. "That's truly silly if you consider-"

"I'm not joking," I interjected, not willing to spare too much in her reluctance. I couldn't just afford keeping up with the dumb act. Something told me that she did hear his voice more than once. She had to.

Instead of keeping up with the facade, the Cow Prime offered a long sigh and… a nod.

There was silence for some time, but she soon spoke up.

"I've been hearing this voice for years now," Diana confessed. "At first it was muffled. Then, as my age advanced, so did the clearness I had of those whispers."

…

"Do you know why?" I inquired quietly, only for her to huff.

"Not… truly," She replied slowly. "I know that it's connected to the taint, and that all Narakhans can hear him. But I can't say for sure if it's… Chaos or the Emperor."

… "What?"

She looked back at me, having been lulled in a distracted look directed at her sheets. "You mean you don't know about the debate about the Narakhan's corruption?"

Since the only person I've had to teach me about their culture was Minos, and it was specifically centered around her sickness, I didn't have a good grasp over what she was alluding to.

"I'm pretty clueless about it. What is it about?"

"It's been a dilemma that has existed since the creation of Neo-Earth," Diana started to explain. "When the Narakhans were divided in tribes and spread in various distant settlements, the High Prime brought up the fact that some still heard… voices. Voices that advocated for violence and disharmony against Primes and Humans. The voices wanted chaos and only chaos."

I nodded at that, listening carefully and thoroughly as she went on with more words about the topic.

"The strange thing was that she couldn't decipher the one that was causing this large-scale passive mind-control, which was pretty odd considering how her Crest is supposed to have a powerful grasp over a mind's inner working," The Cow Prime continued. "And made it clear that whoever was/still is behind this phenomenon is well aware of the limits to Lady Ambar's Crest."

Which is saying a lot, considering that a Crest is just a step behind actual Godhood.

There is a reason why the Emperor had legitimately hunted down the Crests before they had a chance of meeting on Earth and banding together against him, and that was connected to the plane of existence where the Dragon Gods supposedly ruled over Primes… and humans.

I was still unsure why deities would be afraid of someone mortal but… then again, taking the final boss down required all the Crests combined for one last attack.

"So it's either a force that can't be explained, but generalizes the true intents of the taint, which is Chaos itself," I suggested with a careful tone, still unsure myself of this entire reasoning. "Or the one behind the marks themselves. Which was the Emperor."

Diana nodded. "That's indeed the main conundrum behind Narakhan Culture. Some still have trouble adapting in modern society because the whispering just disrupts any attempt to attain true calm in their lives," She conceded with a smile. "Which is why, right now, I do still hear some unflattering voices throwing unflattering words right at you."

That sounds rather… ominous. And I had faced various implicit threats in my career as a photographer.

This situation I was going through just offered more questions than answers.

"Specifically at me?"

She nodded and I thought more about it. So I was correct to think that the faceless being I had faced a while ago was influencing Diana- but it was also influencing the rest of the Narakhans at the same time.

It was odd to think that such a being existed, and while Chaos sounded technically correct as something capable of doing something this… extensive, I was genuinely pondering over the chances of it being the Emperor.

But that couldn't just be. The bastard died centuries ago when the Crests all struck at once at him in a single fight. The battle was so devastating that the entirety of Old Earth was destroyed after that final conflict.

The body was erased and so his soul.

"I suppose those soothe down while I'm not around."

The woman hesitated at giving me an answer at my supposition, but she begrudgingly offered a long nod at me.

I sighed. "I suppose I should get going-"

"Matt, I want you to do me a favor while you're out," Diana quipped in before I had a chance to walk away for the door. "There is something I wish for you to do while you're in town."

Blinking, I turned at her with a quizzical look.

"I've been thinking about your own situation and… I think I have an idea that might help you remember more about your past," She admitted quietly. "By the local library, there should be a couple of copies of the 'Magno Exploratione'."

"The what?" I asked calmly, my frown deepening as I felt something familiar tingling at that strange Latin title.

"It's a book I've read a few times when I was younger. An endearing commentary over space exploration, right before the conclusion of the War," The Prime explained with a happy tone. "I think that the tome might contain what you seek."

I nodded, but she wasn't done yet as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Matt, I want you to know that the reason why I'm sending you off to fetch yourself that book is… because I don't know if even alluding to your past might hurt you," The old woman commented with a sigh. "I don't want to hurt you, but I think that reading that book might offer you some clarity about it."

I thought about the reasoning, understanding why she was restraining herself from outright offering suggestions. I had long realized that these headaches- these moments of frailness weren't caused by some resurgent panic attack. No, it was something connected to my inability to completely grasp at my past.

So I smiled at her, walking up to her bedside and, as she offered me a confused look, leaned down to pull her in a calm hug. Diana didn't tense up at my action, and I could feel her arms almost grasping desperately as she rested her chin by my shoulder.

"Thank you," I muttered, my tone finally letting out the melancholic emotion that still persisted in my heart. "For everything."

She snorted softly, nuzzling at my neck. "Don't thank me… a mother should always aid their own children."

I blinked at that, but I didn't depart out of that embrace at that quiet proclamation.

Instead of being afraid of these words, I just lessened my uneasiness over that idea, as I was so afraid of losing my family once again.

I sighed. "Mom, I'm sorry that-"

"Don't apologize for something beyond your own abilities," Diana quickly chided, but her tone wasn't as stern as the words would demand. In fact, she almost looked even happier about my interrupted words. "I know you're trying your best, and that you're unsure on how to help… but your presence here is… more than enough."

…

It just felt so… familiar. Almost nostalgic.

I restrained a sob, and for a moment, I saw Diana's face switching from her own to someone else. Another mother, but she wasn't someone I hadn't known for long. But that smile, that hopeless smirk before certain doom…

Someone was sobbing, but it wasn't me. The pitch… it was nostalgic.

And I wasn't in that hug. I was… staring from afar, uncertain. I was distraught as the bitter taste of failure enveloped the entirety of my core.

A cry, a sob, a promise broken, a promise remade.

I felt my breathing itching in my lungs… but I found myself once more in that unforgivably cruel embrace. It felt so nice, but it was meant to represent one of the last memories of the one in front of me.

So I treasured it, knowing to go forward.

'Because if we don't learn to go forward, then we can't make those that have been left behind proud of their sacrifices.'

So I squeezed her a little more tightly, not enough to put a strain in the Prime's weak body.

"Mom, don't… go."

My words, her words. Our words, our past, our former bond, our current bond.

She sighed, patting my back before caressing behind my head.

"I will not leave you. Not even when I'm gone," She assured, and I could feel something echoing from within myself. It was forgotten, but now it was lingering and stiffening my sense of remembrance.

I had heard those words before. But where or when… I couldn't tell.

The hug continued for a little longer, with both finding peace and relief out of that small gesture. I saluted her with a silent wave, but we both smiled as I went out of her room.

Once I was out of there, the oppressive atmosphere of the house- the one created by the crude reality of Diana's situation, started to asphyxiate me once again.

But instead of wallowing in that dreadful setting, I proceeded to salute both Randal and Alej, quickly venturing out of the farm and right on the path that led to town.

I had a book to find, and I had answers that waited for me to be taken.

I decided to visit the library first and foremost. While I still had groceries as my priority for today's trip in the nearby settlement, I knew that I would end up barred from entering the place if I had tried to do so while holding bags filled with food and other resources.

Which is why I now found myself browsing around the various aisles of this building. The old librarian offered me a kind smile and some directions to where the copies might be within the place, but not before informing me that there was a chance that all of those had already been taken by some of the young folk that had left for Prism University.

The book was considered one of the best ways to properly study 'Galactic History', one of the advanced subjects that was taught in that high-level college, so it wouldn't be unusual for it to be currently unavailable.

Still, I decided to not stop at the uncertainty and delve deep in that vast array of tomes that just waited to be searched through by me. And I went for a while, one that ended up with me grasping at few illegible tomes that ended up not being what I was looking for.

With my irritation building up at the frustrating lack of good results, I took a moment to actually read some of the thin novels available there. Some were good fictions, but the large majority was made up of various retelling of what had happened centuries ago.

There was also one dedicated to the Linda family, and how Maria Linda, the first known ancestor to Diana and Mora, had been one of the first farmers to settle down in Gossamer and leave a brilliant legacy at her passing.

But while I was glad to have found so many books offering vast amounts of interesting information, I still huffed at the lack of success regarding my main reason to be there.

With the idea that the copies had already been sold to other people, I tried to see if I could do something with my phone. It was pretty advanced compared to my broken device, so I wasn't surprised that I could easily access one of the several websites dedicated in book-selling and search for the tomes there.

It would delay my chances of getting to read it by a long time, but I was at least having the chance of doing so.

But while searching for the proper page within the site was easy, accessing it proved to be… impossible. And it wasn't something correlated to paying methods or addresses, but rather… the fact I couldn't actually access it.

I tried to check on other websites, and I soon noticed that the situation would happen in all of them. Other items could be accessed, but the pages detailing the selling of this specific book were rendered 'unavailable' by the system.

The more I tried in that regard, the more I had a silent suspicion that things were far more sinister and annoying than just a 'coincidence'. Which is why I ended up checking thorough the device for anything mentioning permissions and… I got an unpleasant wake up call when I did find that Ambar had set up some restrictions to my capacity to do stuff through the internet.

And there was a disturbing list of websites that were saved as 'Favorites' that weren't just meant for kids. It was a well-rounded list and… maybe I could check on some of those when I got free time and… I wasn't dealing with that situation.

I really need to return back on the issue at hand. And I didn't have any means to achieve that considering I was stuck without chances of getting hold of this book. Goddammit.

Just as I thought about any other ways I could've tried to get hold of the book, I noticed something unusual happening right by the entrance.

Two individuals wandered around before making their way toward my table, allowing me to straighten up as I recognized the shorter of the two. The white-haired blue-furred Cat Prime wearing a light-gray trench coat seemed busy talking with the Nano-Zell spirit talking to him. The young lady lost in the discussion and noticing just when I spoke up where her 'owner' was taking her to.

"Mr. Mayor," I politely nodded his way. The dude smiled at me and nodded back as he promptly got closer to where I was sitting.

"Mr. Newcastle, our lovely town's unique human and farmhand at Las Lindas," The man offered a quick bow as he spoke back to me. "I wasn't expecting to find you here today, especially with how… concerning the situation is at the farm."

I tensed up at this. It might sound quite hypocritical and unpleasant if I just said that it was a business for myself. "Mrs. Linda asked me to find a specific book. She said that I could find copies here but there's nothing here."

"I suppose it has to be a highly-searched tome for it to not be there," The Mayor hummed with some surprise and interest. "The library, albeit old, is still getting furbished on a monthly basis, and there are new copies for each of the tomes listed there every time that period arrives."

"I've heard it's quite difficult to find because many students acquire it at Prism Uni," I pointed out. "I think the title was 'Magno Exploratione' or something like that."

"Oh? You're referring to the De Magno Exploratione. That is indeed a beloved piece of old Earth Literature, the last tome to be released of that literary period in fact," The Prime spoke highly of the book. "It was one of the few ones that endeared me in literature itself as… it contained a mix of proper commentary of galaxy-wide explorations while also presenting the plight of a love-stricken author."

"Is that… so?" I inquired slowly, surprised that it was more than just a recollection of summaries about the various planets visited by this guy across the galaxy.

Maybe there was some more reason why a 'flight journal' like this one was getting so much attention despite how old it was.

It sounded like it had been similar to the Divine Comedy- heck, even one of the old Greek stories like the Iliad, the Odyssey or even the Roman Aeneid to be remembered for so long… and lose none of its popular grip. But instead of mythology, we were talking about something that had indeed happened.

It was a monumental piece if it truly contained the memoirs of a crew invested in exploring uncharted space and the planets all around.

"It's quite a fun read too. The writer is something of a comedian from time to time, and I can even say without hesitation that he sure loved writing about the various adventures he went through with his crew," The man continued. "All of them were depicted with nicknames as to protect their identities, and there are numerous theories about whom the author might be talking about."

I can see how it would get troublesome to adding characters other than himself to the story-telling. People tend to hunt down relatives of these people and ask them stupid questions about their knowledge of their ancestors' past doings. It was easy to see that the writer saw the need of avoiding any unwanted attention to be directed at the people he commanded and those close to them.

Quite an admirable consideration considering the arduous times this trip had to have happened by.

"Not gonna lie, Mr. Mayor, but this has me more interested in the book. Kind of a pity that it's not available," I muttered with a small grimace, but the Prime seemed to smile even more before shaking his head.

"Fret not, Mr. Newcastle. If it's for Diana, then I can offer my spare copy to her," The short man assured, turning to the Nano-Zell Spirit standing beside him. I had given little attention to the clearly-taller 'young woman'. The living construct was smiling calmly and politely, but I could see that her attention was over me for some reason.

Still, she seemed to turn at her 'owner' when the Mayor looked right at her.

"Athena, can you be a darling and teleport the spare copy?"

The spirit nodded, and a soft glow suddenly appeared by her open palm as she brought those together. It was a quick process, and I found myself staring at an incredibly thick book with a couple of drawings all over the cover.

At first I thought that it was the resulting deed of a child having handled the tome, but then I noticed that some of the doodles were just… familiar.

The book was finally tilted to show its front and… I found myself staring silently at the curious drawing there.

Three tiny stickmen huddling together, a small bonfire in front of them.

I remember the draining toll of a difficult deed that saw me risking everything, and the pleasant relief in being in a safe place away from danger. I was scribbling, doodling, a small smile on my face as I went through that simple work.

I blinked awake, my stare returned to reality after what had felt like the oddest development possible.

"Mr. Mayor… surely I can spare you some coin for the kind gesture-"

"Nonsense, young fellow," The Prime interjected sternly. "Your hard-work and your contribution to the town's activity by buying from its shops are what makes this worth. Don't spend further than what you need to pay, for this place shouldn't be a fiscal hell for anyone seeking fortune and a good legacy to settle their own family with."

"Mayor is also endeared by the legacy left behind Maria Linda," Athena added with a quick nod, drawing a surprised look out of the guy. "Diana Linda managed to keep up with Maria Linda's shadow and for that she has the deepest gratitude from our humble settlement."

"I guess I will mention this to her. She would surely love to hear that her hardwork was noticed by the town," I commented back, drawing pleased reactions out of both individuals.

"That's good to hear, and please… do keep a firm and kind watch over that lady," The mayor hummed happily. "I know she can be rather fiery, and if I know something about Doña Linda is that she can get quite stubborn about certain situations and we want only the best for her."

I nodded, standing up and saluting both as I decided that it was about time I started to focus on my next task. I still had to buy groceries, medicines, and other stuff needed back at the farm, and I didn't have the luxury of time to just linger any further with that conversation.

But just as I stopped by the entrance to check at the book, I felt a deep frown spreading over my face.

This… this felt heavier than it normally was in my hands. Something about it, preceded by the drawings that I was way too familiar with, just said that I had a hand in making it.

But how… how was it even possible? And why?

I sighed, finally stepping outside and shifting my attention back at finding the stores I needed to visit before getting back at the house.

The day was still long, and I was sure going to read this big boy once I was done with groceries AND work.

A few hours later (and after I was done putting the numerous things I had bought during my groceries trip around the proper places within the house), I found myself wandering by the apple orchard once more.

The place was quite the happy heaven to be spending time about and… I could see why Randal was so forceful over the fact I would need to focus in there most of the time. The area was closer to the house compared to the fields, and in case I was needed for an emergency I would be easier to find in there.

I didn't complain about the decision, actually preferring to be in a place like this instead of growing more frustrated with my previous assignments.

Picking apples off their tree's branches was by no mean an easy job considering the full extent of the orchard, but the activity wasn't as draining and tiring as working on the fields.

Humming quietly as I finished filling up the second basket with the red juicy fruits, I found myself wandering away with my mind over the comments I had received from the mayor about the book that was now in my possession and the words that Randal himself had decided to spare about it.

The tome seemed to be loved by a vast majority of Primes. Not only was it considered as the main cornerstone of main literature, but it was what opened up Primekind to the Sci-Fi genre.

Up until the release of the volume, the Primes were vastly limited in terms of literature, and while Human one was considered a good basis to elaborate a modern degree of genres, it was the book that steered the path for what is considered one of the most renowned genres in the Newer Continent.

The idea of traveling around the galaxy, making friends and foes alike? Just like humanity was hooked at things like Star Wars, Star Trek and other major Sci-Fi movies and TV-Series, the new species was quick to follow up with the same admiration and endearment to the theme.

But while I was surprised by these new revelations over the thick book that I was getting more and more enticed to read, I still had the unending sensation that it was going to be an experience far different than what I expected it to be.

I sighed as I settled another basket, taking a moment to evaluate the current apple situation before going on with the remaining baskets.

There were at least thirty trees that still needed my attention, and I had to make sure that the fruits matched comfortably with the limited number of crates meant for those.

I huffed as I stood up from the patch of grass I've been sitting by, preparing myself for another hour of hard-working… when I paused at the unexpected buzzing coming from my phone.

Frowning, I picked it up and… I blinked at the number displayed there.

Naerie?

Could it be that she had noticed my snooping and was checking if 'things were fine'?

Or maybe it was Ambar calling through it to try and force me in a conversation I wasn't ready to have. Who knows what Minos had told them after that hook I had landed right on his nose. Both scenarios were far from idyllic for me and I braced for each. Hopefully, things weren't going to be too difficult to swerve around and cause any unwanted suspicions to rise in the two women.

But just as I accepted the call, I was greeted by a chirpy and loud greeting.

"MATTY!"

I flinched, managing a twitchy smile at that familiar voice.

"Hello Geecku."

A giggle left from the other side of the call.

"I miss you!" The Lizard Prime admitted without hesitation. "You miss me?"

"I really did," I muttered with a bright smile. If there was someone I couldn't deny a conversation right now, it was the overly-friendly girl. "By the way, are you enjoying the apples? Ambar told me that the order went through."

"Uhuh! Apples are delicious," Geecku answered readily. "Ambar says that I'm nice, so I can call you."

"Good to know, I bet you were lonely up until now," I hummed, my attention switching at the apples now in front of me. I had the phone set by my shoulder, while my ear was leaning down to it so it wouldn't fall.

"I say I miss you! And I really, really wanna talk."

"Really?" I inquired with some surprise. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanna ask you think of clothes," She explained in her broken English. "I no like 'em."

...What?

I paused for a moment as I tried to understand what the girl was talking about… but then I got a distinct idea of what she was referring to.

"You don't like wearing clothes?"

"Yeah," She replied quickly. "Why need of clothes when it's just for warmth. Why no hugging or more?"

"I think… it's more of a social standard. It's a rule adopted by everyone," I tried to explain. It was going to be difficult to make myself clear to someone that didn't seem to have much grasp over how modern society worked. "When everyone is naked, people generally direct looks at some bits that… can be considered private. Some enjoy that kind of attention, while others just don't. And they get uncomfortable and unhappy about it."

But while I had thought it would've been a mess to make it clear what I was talking about, this explanation came out so fluently and so fluidly. It was as if I had already told someone like her about this.

"Oh- Oh! I remember, Geecku remembers," She giggled while seemingly 'remembering' this from somewhere else. "You say this to Geecku before."

...Did I?

I couldn't exactly remember. Last conversation was about working and apples… and that was the only time I was talking to Geecku on a private situation. And I would've remembered something like this happening considering the topic brought up in that moment.

…

Could it be a connection to my past memories of her? Maybe I did have a discussion to her past self about it…

"I suppose I… did?"

"You 'did'," She said with some effort, as if trying to match up with my level of talking. "You say- said that I need treating people nice. Like I want people to treat Geecku nice too."

I nodded at that logic. It sounded… something like I would say to someone like Geecku. But really, when did that happen?

"I suppose it can be tough to ignore that. Boredom can be annoying to deal with," I suggested, getting a huff from the other said of the call.

"Yes. Boredom is bad. Which is why I play a lot with Ambar. She's mostly nice," Geecku commented. "But I would like to play with Naerie too."

"Does she want to play with you?"

There was silence at first, and I knew that the girl was just trying to hold back from huffing at my question.

"No."

"If she doesn't want to, it wouldn't be nice to force her to play. Because it wouldn't be a fair game, wouldn't it?"

"Uhuh! I would… I wanna play with Matt."

I sighed at that comment, taking a brief pause to settle the fourth basket down.

"Sadly, I'm not there to play with you," I muttered with a sad tone. "But if I were, we would probably play hide n' seek, or tag."

"Those sounds nice. I like seeking!" She giggled again. "Geecku is best predator."

"And sounds like a cute one too."

"My buddy says that too," The Lizard Prime muttered distractedly. "My buddy also says that I can be naughty with others and that's not nice."

"Well, your buddy is probably right considering how you took Naerie's phone without her permission last time."

"But I naughty because I poke lots to Carmie, and Carmie get angry at that," She ignored my words, focusing on 'Carmie' and about being naughty. "She want to kick me out. But buddy's nice and let me stay. But I behave nice for him because he's nice to me."

"That's… good to hear. Still, you shouldn't make people angry because it's fun," I chided softly. "People tend to get hurt a lot when they get angry. That's why moderation is the nicest thing to do."

"I know. Buddy tell me too," She hummed happily. "But I end up waking up Addie. And Addie is mad… and sad. Mostly sad."

I sighed. "Geecku, Addie does need her rest. You know what she thinks about early mornings."

"Which is why I like sleeping with buddy. Buddy is super-nice."

"Oh? Thank you, Geecku."

"You welcome, Buddy."

I felt another smile crawling on my face that was a blunt compliment. It's still surprising how someone so simple could manage to impress this much emotion with just a couple of adorable expressions and a few words.

…

…

Wait, what just happened there? Did she just call me 'Buddy' and… who is Addie?

"Geecku, did you just call me-"

"Matty! I like Matty!" She suddenly exclaimed and I slowly eased at the fact I was just getting confused over the 'Matty' 'Buddy' similarities. I sighed, taking a moment to lean by the closest tree.

"That's nice to know."

Maybe I was starting to get too stressed up with what was happening and I was just hearing things now.

"I need to go. Ambar says I talk to her," The Lizard Prime announced without warning, huffing in annoyance. "See you later, Buddy."

The call ended there, but I stood quiet while staring at the silent phone. My eyes were wide open and my brain was well directing its full attention at the last words I heard from the girl.

She did call me buddy and…

Who is Addie?

AN

It's quite interesting how you always end up bringing up Latin… despite the fact you said that you hate it.

It's a Love-Hate relationship. I like how history and literature work… but I would like to delve deep in that lore on my own rather than getting whipped by good or bad grades (especially bad ones).

I suppose it can be quite… stressing. Still, six more chapters and I'm sure things are going to get spicier. Do you think it will end on a happier note than in the original Timeline?

Kind of? I don't know. Maybe. Mora shouldn't be technically coming as in canon she learned of her mother's passing after the event has happened… so who knows. Who knows…

REVIEW Q&A! (With Lady Ambar~!)

GrayZS:

There's a lot of potential within the lore, the story and the character. I'm kind of happy that I managed to draw a decent story out of it without disappointing readers.

You did alright, dearie… and I'm the kind reader's favorite? Of course! I'm just a lovable bear~!

That can sometimes screw with people minds through meddling and pranking.

It's boring to rule without messing up with people! You've seen the paperwork, and the paperwork… did I mention the paperwork.

You did. Three times.