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Eyes like stars(too many)

Anyone call for Watcherificating Mumbo? No? WELL TOO BAD I DID IT ANYWAY–

Mumbo isn't sure what he was supposed to feel like, but he's pretty sure it wasn't this.

Sure, he isn't a pig anymore, but the Vampire wasn't expecting any side effects. So when he began to get weird headaches that throbbed in the back of his head, dizziness, nausea and blurry vision like he was trying to read something while on the cusp of falling asleep, he began to get worried. He's never done this before, so maybe his body's just having a hard time adjusting? Again, Mumbo's not entirely sure how eating a soul is supposed to feel. What's more, he's been having weird dreams. All dreams aren't really normal, but Mumbo's certain these are worse: distorted voices, hisses and low screeches, impressions of eyes, so many eyes, and wings, purple and stars. He's half a mind to talk to Grian about it. Is the Avian experiencing this, too?

*scene change; context: Mumbo for some reason manages to send himself into the Watcher's realm. Lo and behold, he finds actual Watchers*

Mumbo cries out, scooting back and away from the figures looming over him. One thought coherently passes through his mind:

Watchers.

Xisuma ensured that his Hermits were safe at all times, to the best of his ability, and some of them had even dealt with Watchers previously. Even so, Xisuma had taken special care to inform them of the dangers the beings posed, so it was suffice to say Mumbo was rightly very afraid of them. This only grows when one of them steps forward, head cocked to one side and crouching down. "What is this? A Vampire? How did you get here?" It asks. Mumbo swallows nervously, trying to think of what to say. "No creature other than other Watchers and those of extraordinary power have entered this place. Perhaps it was a mistake. A very unfortunate mistake." The other observes, and the first one stands. "Indeed. Who or what sent you here?" It orders, the Vampire taking a few moments to respond. "Nobody." He says, the two beings looking at each other before returning their multi-eyed gaze back to him. While this statement was true, Mumbo has the sense to decide that the less they know, the better. With luck, Xisuma will notice he's missing and help him get back home safely. Until then, he just has to not die.

*Mumbo escapes the Watcher realm and makes a realization that probably won't cause issues later on*

"What–" A taloned hand covers his mouth, and while he stiffens, he's also got the sense not to struggle. "Shh. It's me, I'm gonna get you out of here." Of all the things Mumbo didn't expect, Grian being the one to come after him was something on that list he wasn't even aware of. "Oh, Mumbo, what'd they do to you? We were so worried. Are you alright?" The little Avian stresses, fluttering around him as if looking for injuries. "I'm okay. How are you here? Did they get you too?" The quiet rustling of Grian's wings stops, and what he can see of Grian from the darkness has paused. "No." He replies quickly, and continues circling him. "Not even any chains? They must be very sure that you wouldn't try to leave. Unfortunately for them, you have me." The Avian mumbles, suddenly taking Mumbo's wrists. "Right. Seems like everything's fine. I need you to hold on to me, okay? Whatever happens. Just hold onto me, and keep your eyes closed." Confused but trusting, Mumbo holds tightly to his friend's sweater, seeing as the other man has enveloped him in a hug. Moments later, Mumbo's feet aren't on the ground, then something comes up to press against his back and legs, supporting them in case he fell. He also can no longer wrap his arms around the Avian's body. He's clinging to whatever fabric is in front of him, and as confused as he is, the Vampire continues to keep his eyes closed. There's a gust of wind, then cold, so, so much cold, then warmth and silence. He's detached from the sweater, and set on the ground, which is when he opens his eyes.