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✦ ᑕᖇᗩᖴTEᗪ ᗰEᗰOᖇIES [5:25]-[NULL] (unfinished next chap)

Alan may or may not have taken a nap.

Okay, listen, what else can a man do when surrounded by people who were fast asleep? Not sleep?

Anywho, so instead of playing it smart and looking around to check if anything suspicious was added while he was gone, he joined the snoring crowd and dozed off to dreamland, hopefully to be seen again as Time passes by with a white woman and some other guy in tow.

"Do you remember this place, Herobrine?" the stairs, eventually coming to a stop at the lackluster response.

With a quiet sigh, they closed their eyes, focusing on the seconds passing by moment after moment, feeling the ticking of her clock-eye slow down, until...

"W–what the..?"

Ah, there it is.

"Be not afraid," Time murmured, her voice a soothing melody amidst the frozen surroundings. She opened her eyes, feeling a strange twinge of satisfaction at the blurred sight afront. Behind them—as they could guess—was an Artist stuck in time, leaving Herobrine as the lucky guest.

Without looking back, she continued; "You are not in any danger. I only ask you one question, do you recognize anything here?"

What she was met with was an aching silence, occasionally split by footsteps and quiet muttering. She expected this. With a sigh, Time added; "If you cannot remember right now, there is no need to pressure yourself into providing a sufficient answer. Your mind may still be lagging behind."

At that, Herobrine tensed, though he didn't do much to try and prove them wrong. With a defeated nod, he awkwardly massaged his temple, his head hung low. "..You'd be correct," he murmured, looking about the theater with squinted white eyes as it slowly unblurred. The sound of Time's ticking clock started again.

He grumbled.."So far, nothing feels familiar. I... Can I just lie down? My head feels odd and there's this fog in my brain..."

Time nodded. "Of course. Artist?"

Artist was not paying attention, if the way she focused on every little detail she drew back on Herobrine was obvious.

Her "brows," if they could even be called that, were furrowed in deep thought as her invisible eyes quietly observed her work. Whether or not her gaze was one of disappointment was—quite obviously—unknown.

As if finally noticing the silence, she snapped out of her trance, now confused.

"...Huh?"

"Artist," Time sighed, "You can admire your little masterpiece later. Right now, you have a job to do."

"Yeah yeah whatever," the artist harrumphed, "It's just that... now that he's all fine and dandy and wide awake, I'm starting to painstakingly notice some mistakes I initially overlooked," she grumbled, "You ever get that?"

"No," Time bluntly stated. "Anyhow, back to the matter at hand. Artist, you are expected to watch over Herobrine for the time being."

It took some time to register, but by the time it did, Artist very calmly said-

"WHAT?!"

To which, Herobrine awkwardly replied with a-

"Time, if I may, I don't think I need anyone here to watch me nap."

"Yeah! What he said!" Artist protested, "I'm an artist, for Pete's sake! Not some babysitter! Besides, what if someone here woke up and saw me??"