Philliverist

__i𝚂𝙻𝙴'𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙴__

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Deciding, breaking, choosing. Choosing, breaking, deciding. This is what The Observerist was doing in the first time in its life. Of course, leaving the forests to go to the market in everyone's perspective was the greatest idea, but this was the worst idea possible for our floating entity. The Observerist had a not-so-flattering, 30-year-old reputation for being the "Creep in the Woods", myths surrounding a floating, arrowhead armed creature who stalks you and would eat your tongue if you ever attempted to go near it... Always, the words made The Observerist frown greatly. Alas, we return to its actions.

Droning silently in between dirty markets. Sneaking through, swiping food round and round. The Observerist did its best to shield its red body away from the bountiful crowd of witches and a speckle of demons too. It passed by only some food after paying it an observering look. Do you know why it was snatching food? Because in all honesty, it never goes in markets because of people just seeing it in general. And in all honesty, it doesn't care one bit about eating food, after all it doesn't provide nutrition and it would have to throw the food up later..

The Observerist would let out a little "Nyeh—" when bumping into a wall accidentally. Which caused it to look around for a moment to see if anyone saw it. No one had, but it merely saw something that would assist it greatly in this food-stealing activity.. a sack. So The Observerist stole that too! Shoving the Gryphon eggs, rotten candy, cheese, fresh fairy sandwich, and a bottle of apple blood into the sack.

It observed the contents, looking up for a second into the forest and up at the darkening sky, it pondered,

"Is this enough for him?"

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Searching, inquiring, seeking, looking for Phillip was the most difficult idea The Observerist bestowed upon itself. He certainly wasn't where he once was, of course. He didn't decide to camp in the same spot he met a weird creature that left as soon as it introduced itself. No, no, he moved somewhere else. Considering the fact the Boiling Isles is a 32 kilometres tall Titan, and that The Observerist doesn't know if the human can cover a lot of ground or not a lot, made this more difficult. To ponder this was easy..

Alas, by the time Observerist stopped sobbing at the fact that it was getting increasingly late at night, it spotted a scruffy-looking, ponytail-wearing, blue-coated, round-eared, light blue-eyed man. His appearance checked out all of the boxes—that was Phillip. In all of his glory. A tsunami of unadulterated relief drowned Observerist when he spotted him.

"Phillip Wittebane!", it called out to the human, floating quickly towards said man. When Phillip clenched his fists and turned around harshly to see who's calling him by his full government name when suddenly a big sack of stuff was pushed into his arms. By the creature he met yesterday.

"What is—" Phillip only managed to get the first two words out of his mouth when Observerist started rambling, "After I left I felt really bad for running away from the conversation! It wasn't a good first impression and I apologise profusely for my behaviour in general, so I got you a gift of hopefully human-friendly food!"

The Observerist refused to admit that it stole everything that she just gave to Phillip.

Phillip had opened the sack, peeking inside, turning his head down to find slightly fresh food in front of his ocular pieces. He had paused, his eyes widening, then his eyebrows furrowing in consideration. His eyes flickered up to Observerist. His expression then twisted in a smile, and uttered his next words that blessed Obseverist to the maximum.

"Thank you, Observerist, I greatly appreciate your apology gift.. Say, would you mind accompanying me on my travels?" Phillip offered, gazing at Observerist l̶i̶k̶e̶ s̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶ p̶i̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ l̶i̶m̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ r̶̶̶a̶̶̶b̶̶̶b̶̶̶i̶̶̶t̶̶̶ h̶e̶a̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶w̶a̶r̶d̶s̶ a̶ b̶e̶a̶r̶ t̶r̶a̶p̶ with a soft gratitude.

The Observerist couldn't be more happier, never felt more happier, in fact it was buzzing in excitement. "Yes! I would adore accompanying you, Phillip." Observerist responded, a grin presented and stretched across its beady body. After all, Phillip was the first living, breathing, calm person that it ever generally interacted with, and he's a human! A one of a kind, astounding human amongst thousands of witches and demons, banding up with a castaway entity like her? It felt like the thought was impossible to believe.

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The Observerist watched Phillip go to sleep that night after a bit of a lively conversation between the two homeless beings. It observes Phillip's chest softly expanding out and softly shrinking back. Observing him, silently memorising his sleep patterns. It predicts that Phillip would turn to the side.

Phillip flipped his sleeping position to his other side.

Observerist smiled softly at her new friend, no longer basking his presence from afar but from up close. It can sense Phillip's body heat next to her and it shows just how cold her lonely life was for a long, long time.

Ergo, therefore Observerist's life had just started revolving around Phillip.

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