The Watcher's Report

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The HAVEN incident may have been humanity’s first glimpse into our world, but it is hardly the beginning of our story. 

Long, long ago, when the Earth was new and no humans roamed the land, we came into being. The origin story is one passed down in legends of our kind, depicted in murals and literature alike. Although accounts differ depending on who you ask, the story always goes much the same.

Meteors were not uncommon back in that time. The Earth was still new, and the debris around it in space was still adjusting to its existence. One such meteor, dyed an inky black hue, crashed into a vast valley. On impact, it split into many pieces and scattered around the globe.

Inside the meteor was our ancestor, a viscous black liquid that lived and breathed. It’s kind spread after the impact, taking to caves and dark places. Where did they come from? What were they? Even we do not know exactly; the details are lost to time. We call them, simply, the Ancients.

The Ancients were a simple yet refined species. Pure and unabridged by need for food, water, or desire. However, this new home was not like the one they came from. On it were frightening creatures of the like they knew nothing of. Dinosaurs, monsters were everywhere, and they could not survive in such an extreme place. They began to dwindle, gathering to converse via telepathy on how to survive.

They came upon a simple solution. They must evolve. The Ancients, you see, were vastly simple in exchange for unlimited knowledge and life. They had existed before perhaps time itself, and spread to other worlds after some event forced them from their home world. With their vast knowledge, they gathered in a single cluster…and converged into one, singular being.

This was the first of our kind. The first “Cutise”, as HAVEN has dubbed us via codename. Our true name is one you would not be able to comprehend in our native tongue, dear reader. 

The first Core awoke with infinite potential and newfound ability to adapt, overcome, and survive this food chain operating system.

If you can’t beat them, after all…You must join them.

Tackling the top of the food chain became commonplace for our kind, and the clutches they raised were natural born hunters. Taking the skin of whatever was the most powerful creature they could find always led to protection, power, and prosperity. Our people were saved. 

However, all good things must come to an end. The end of the time of dinosaurs was upon us. Meteors and volcanic eruptions destroyed the land. Fire, lava, and death consumed all in clouds of ash. All manner of life scattered and struggled to survive, the ocean the only real place to escape to.

Cutise were not exempt to this fate. Many of our kind perished, but we did not go extinct. Some smart individuals hid underground, in the ocean, deep in caves, and some…were lost to time. This was what happened to the one known as subject #0000, who now goes by the skin-name of Junko Nakamura. The Core was encased in amber, after hiding in a tree trunk during the fallout. A tar pit later formed around the area, sealing him away until the humans eons later found and released him. 

Although HAVEN discovering our kind was disastrous, humans have been living among our kind for hundreds of years without ever having realized it. Anyone aware was swiftly “converted” or an ally. Now, they hunt our kind. HAVEN’s sentries have flooded the world, but they are no match for our tenaciousness. After all, if the Ancients could survive the dinosaurs and our ancestors survive the end of an age, then we can survive a few silly humans biting off more than they can chew. 

The Progenitors will assure our kind stay strong and prosper, and slowly but surely earn our place at the top of the food chain alone. 

AS for myself…I am simply someone who watches and waits. I want our kind to flourish, and for our stories never to be lost to time. Perhaps we shall meet…Or perhaps not, if you are careful enough.

Now, I will be going back to sleep for a little while...