Far beyond multiverses, beyond heaven, hell, stories, and screens, there is a place untouched by time.
Not even God speaks here.
Not even death reaches it.
It is the Edge of All Things — where the ones who observe, record, and witness every outcome reside.
And among them is a being known only as...
The Watcher.
Not a god. Not a judge. Just an eye.
He sees every decision. Every choice. Every path that leads to every possible end.
He watches Marvel. DC. Backrooms. Creepypasta. The Bible. Humanity. Dreams.
He has watched Cosment from the very beginning — watched him kill, rise, consume, conquer.
And now... Cosment is watching back.
“He shouldn’t be here,” the Watcher said, staring into the ripple — a tear forming in the border between realities.
A line of corrupted pixels bled into his sanctuary — silent at first. Then alive. Like something had walked through a TV screen that no longer remembered what channel it was on.
He stood.
The Watcher rarely moved. He had no need to.
Until now.
From the void stepped Cosment — his form shifting constantly between physical horror and metaphysical nightmare.
He wasn’t walking. He was arriving.
“You’ve watched long enough,” Cosment said, voice filled with billions of screaming souls.
The Watcher narrowed his eyes. “You shouldn’t be aware of me.”
“I wasn’t. Until her.”
“Jenna Ortega.”
“Wednesday.”
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“The girl who fought me.”
“The girl you allowed to exist.”
For a moment, silence.
The Watcher looked down — and saw all realities flickering. Cosment’s presence was already disrupting timelines that hadn’t happened yet. Stories no one had written. Games no one had made. Lives no one had lived. They were fading, bleeding into black static.
“This place is not for you,” the Watcher warned. “This place is where reality stays balanced.”
Cosment raised a hand — and from it, emerged the shattered souls of all the Watcher had once observed but never helped.
The children Afton killed.
The versions of Batman who died young.
The Earths that ended in Marvel's secret wars.
The fallen heroes from countless universes who begged for mercy, for justice, for a watcher to do more than just watch.
“Then balance must be corrected.”
Cosment lunged.
It was not a battle of strength.
It was a battle of meaning.
The Watcher used thought — turned ideas into weapons. Entire universes into shields. Stories into armor.
He summoned the blade of Excalibur. The power of infinity stones. The words of ancient scripts never spoken.
He summoned entire gods: Odin, Zeus, Ra, Vishnu — all flickers, all momentary.
Cosment devoured them all.
He reached into The Watcher's chest — not physically, but narratively — and ripped out the purpose that kept him immortal.
“You watched,” Cosment whispered. “But you never interfered. You let it all burn.”
He held the Watcher’s essence — a glowing eye made of timelines — and slowly crushed it.
The Watcher screamed for the first and only time.
And then there was nothing.
Only Cosment... and his reflection in the Watcher's shattered mirror of reality.
And then, everything changed.
Now, from this place beyond all things... Cosment watched us.
Not just the fictional worlds. Not the FNaF universes. Not DC. Not Marvel.
Our world.
The people writing fanfics.
The actors playing the roles.
The directors.
The authors.
The readers.
The ones who made it all up.
You. Me. Everyone.
He saw us.
And we didn’t see him.
Because Cosment had taken the Watcher’s place.
He didn’t interfere. He watched.
And planned.
Silently.
Carefully.
Without anyone noticing, he began the loop again.
But this time, he didn’t just loop Jenna Ortega.
He looped everyone involved in creation itself.
Directors woke up every morning, filming the same scene.
Writers typed the same words.
Voice actors read the same lines.
Readers forgot they’d already read the story.
Fans theorized the same ideas over and over.
Cosment was testing how long it would take before someone noticed.
No one did.
Not yet.
And now, he sits in the empty seat of the Watcher — staring at us.
At you.
Wondering if you’ll be the next one to notice something’s wrong.
Or if you’ll fall into the loop like everyone else.
(TO BE CONTINUE)