Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next? Authors note: This book is not for 17 below. Due to regulations and policies, this story contains some sexual chapters. Psychological and some small self harm. Read at your own risk and don't continue if the following stated is something you don't like.

My concept of Wemmbu's Watcher AU _________________________________________ WIP!!! (Watcher design Inspired by Nadia225 on YouTube) _________________________________________ There are those who Listens, and there are those who Watches. Watcher is a god-like entity. They are the interpretation of the night itself and their power surpasses regular gods and goddesses This is a story of a certain Watcher in an anarchy server Also, images are the ones I made on Gacha Life 2! Disclaimer: There might be slight panicking, might mention other characters in the near future chapter, NO smut/sex, slowburn, ships, idk what else to add, timeline during Kings Arc and SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED UNSTABLE!