Philliverist

__h𝙰𝙻𝙵-𝙱𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃__

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The overwhelming sensation of sound, sight, taste, touch, and every other sensation was simply too much for the Observerist. She could hardly think straight as the sensory overload consumed her senses.

As she stood there paralyzed by the overwhelming feeling, she suddenly felt as if her tongues no longer belonged to herself. The strange sensation caused her to gag, as if something was stuck inside her mouth. The world around her blurred and spun, as if she was a child standing on a merry-go-around. There was a gnawing feeling deep in her gut, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit. The noise and chaos of the world around her intensified, and she felt as if her head was about to explode.

Through the whirlwind, the Observerist had one thought: She wanted to end it all, to stop the madness and return to her peaceful oblivion. She felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on her, giving her a body after all these years of being an entity shaped like a ball. The Collector's decision felt like a cruel joke, and the Observerist couldn't fathom why he would play such a twisted game.

As Observerist stood before The Collector, struggling to comprehend the fact that she now had a body, she felt her stomach lurch. A sudden surge of nausea overwhelmed her, and she could feel the burning sensation of acid rising up her throat. She quickly turned her head to the side, ejecting a small pool of stomach acid onto the floor.

The Collector's eyes widened slightly at the sight, and he looked taken back. Observerist's vision swam as she tried to maintain her balance, but her legs wobbled uncontrollably. She swayed awkwardly like a newborn calf just learning to stand. Phillip, the angel, rushed to her side. He quickly steadied her with a firm hand on her shoulder, then wrapped an arm around her waist, helping to keep her upright. Observerist was grateful for his assistance and was honestly grateful for his existence, even though the sensation of being touched by someone other than herself was rather unpleasant.

"Do not worry," Phillip said soothingly, his voice sounding almost like music to Observerist's sensitive ears. "It will take time to adjust to your new body, but I will be here to help you every step of the way, okay?.." Observerist nodded weakly, feeling both grateful for Phillip's help and deeply afraid of the strange new body she was living in. As the room continued to spin around her, she felt as if she were falling into an abyss of confusion and despair. The thought of being trapped in a body that felt so foreign and alien made it difficult to breathe.

Observerist couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Collector had decided to take away LITERALLY one of the most important aspects of her being—her ability to float. It felt like a cruel joke, a twisted game played by a higher power who didn't understand what it was like to be her. (Or what it was like to be not him). "What? You floated because you had no legsss! Now you have legs, soooo..!" The Collector childishly shrugged. As the words sank in, Observerist felt her stomach churn with a mixture of horror and disgust. The sensation of vomit rose in her throat, and she wanted to scream in defiance at the irony of it all. She felt like throwing up her stomach acid again, honestly disturbed at the fact that she now had a humanoid body.

The Collector's words echoed in her mind, sending a wave of nausea through her new frame. It was too much, too sudden, and she couldn't comprehend what it meant for her identity as The Observerist. Her mind was pounding in nausea, but at least she was taller than Phillip. That was a small consolation, but it was all she had in the face of this overwhelming change.

"Hah," she panted, honestly in shock. She had a different type of vision now-- because she had eyes. She was shaking from all of the different senses and sensations. She can feel Phillip's skin, the texture of it. Her head was warm with hair. She tightly hung on to Phillip, already exhausted of all of everything. She felt something wet slide down her face, and she shakingly touched her cheek with her fingers, palm shaking. Tears. She shuddered.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Phillip softly spoke to Observerist, rubbing her back as tears rolled down her face. "You'll get used to it, okay? You'll learn how to use your legs and hands, you'll learn to be indifferent," Phillip comforted Observerist, her shuddering into being a little bit more relaxed than before, but still on edge. "I'm so tired." She stated quietly, whimpering slightly. "I know, darl', I know.. You should go to sl--" Phillip yelped when Observerist dropped asleep on the cave floor, briging Phillip down with her and tightly wrapping around his waist. Observerist has her eyes shut tightly, not sure on how to rest like a humanoid.

The Collector stifled a laugh, already over with his stunned and confused state. Observerist felt a little sigh come from Phillip, running his fingers along Observerist's hair. She didn't know why that actively calmed her down, but it must be a sensory thing. It took Observerist SEVENTEEN minutes to fall asleep properly. Why did humanoids take so long to sleep? She usually just turns off within SECONDS if she was in her entity form.

which she is NOT in.

thanks, collector.

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She wonders what her child would look like. Maybe like Phillip?

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WHY IS SHE THINKING OF THIS, UGH, GO TO SLEEP.

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"zzzzzzzzzzz. . . ."

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