[Saturday, 30th of May]
"Do! Doo doo, doo doo, do do!"
Despite her alarm constantly bugging her, Dahlia refused to get up.
Today was a Saturday and she was planning to possibly sleep the whole morning!
Yet, sowhere in the back of her mind, was sothing she had deed important today even as she wrapped her pillow around her head.
"Doo doo, doo…"
'Episode 1! The 10th season!' the lady, instantly sprung up from the bed the mont she rembered!
Swiftly retrieving her phone from the bedside table, Dahlia's eyes widened in shock when she saw the ti!
"9:27!" she exclaid while frantically getting off her bed, her usually long, glossy, dark-brown hair with caral highlights, ssy and disheveled.
And so was her white blouse and her blue wide-legged, cropped jeans, the one she had been wearing yesterday.
Yet, as the lady, dashed into her small living room, her amber irises, locking straight onto the remote peacefully laying on the couch, Dahlia jumped onto it like a spring chicken, instantly putting on the TV and switching the channel over to DreamLand Inc's broadcasting channel.
Seeing the short comrcial ending, just as 9:30am struck, Dahlia exclaid in relief!
"Just in ti!"
Sure enough this was sothing a kid would be heavily reprimanded for doing but in Dahlia's case, a lady who already had her own apartnt, no one was here to nag at her, much less reprimand.
No sooner had the comrcial faded off though, the next thing that ca up, was of course, [The Curator], one that caused Dahlia to subconsciously yet gently rub her hands together in excitent.
The show had started, beginning with a recap of the incidents that led up to The 9th Curator, dying and getting trapped in the spaceship from the previous season.
"Truly was a terrible season…" Dahlia muttered with a frown, although it did nothing to reduce her excitent.
And so, now watching as the TV screen, showed the destroyed spaceship with a single, silvery cocoon lying in the middle of its destruction and blaring danger alarms, Dahlia, watched in curious excitent as a singular hand, jutted out of the cocoon.
This wasn't anything new to her as other reiterations of The Curator, usually had a similar introduction, just after their tamorphosis.
Watching as The 10th Curator, fully broke out of said cocoon, his expression genuinely confused, Dahlia watched as he slowly walked towards a wall, waiting for his mories to fully register.
'Probably will try to act all tough once he starts getting barraged by his mo-'
Dahlia had not even completed that statent when The Curator's 10th exclamations, startled the heck out of her!
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"Arghh!!! I'm awake! I'm fully awake!"
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A bit taken aback but still genuinely surprised by the way this iteration of The Curator, was already behaving, Dahlia watched with eyes wide open as he wobbled about, his body, not fully gyrated.
Suddenly, she was reminded of herself just a few minutes ago.
"What the…?" the lady lightly chuckled in genuine amusent, only for her to hear The Curator's next few words;
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"tamorphosis. New… face. Young. Too… young…"
"I don't like it!"
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No sooner had he said those words, Dahlia burst into laughter as she stated;
"At least he's self-aware!"
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"Damn Kalis! Damn Immortals! I'll wipe them all!"
"Human babies cry when they co into earth's great stage of fools!"
"Sanity is overrated anyways!"
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Watching as The 10th Curator, forcefully had his mories returned to him, watching as he then stabilized to say the word, "Brilliant!" with a mix of shocked amazent in his eyes, Dahlia kept watching as he frantically began running about the destroyed spaceship.
"Well, color surprised…" Dahlia soon muttered in amusent, pleasantly surprised as she watched the 10th Curator, take all of his mories in a completely radical yet awestruck manner.
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"Oh oh oh!!! This is absolutely brilliant!"
"Hahaha! Of course you'd try to trap in here! Where else if not, The Void?!"
"Yet, interestingly, after years and years of evolution, you guys still find so way to be brain dead, stupid! Haha!"
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As the lady watched on, completely hooked by The 10th Curator's introduction, a singular thought, soon arose in her mind.
"What's with this, crazy, chaotic energy?!" Dahlia quietly asked herself, not realizing just how stupidly wide the grin on her face was!
Never would she have ever reasoned that The Curator could ever behave like such a mad man, especially considering how much more brooding and serious the past iterations had been.
And yet, him being all disoriented and chaotic in the raggedy suit as he soon jumped off the space ship with the words "Alley-oop!" a few seconds later, only served to let a small, excited squeal, escape from her lips.
Grabbing onto one of the couch pillows, feet curled up in tingly, hyped-up spikes of dopamine rush, Dahlia watched the next few scenes that played out.
"Darn Kalis… wonder what sort of diabolical bullcrap they're up to this ti…" she mumbled to herself as the scene where their General was reporting to their Emperor about The Curator's escape played out.
Continuing on, a bit interested in Kiera's character after she was introduced but still wary that they would make her a romantic partner The Curator would be interested in this season, Dahlia hoped that it would at least be done properly.
As the episode continued on though, with The 10th Curator, after crashing through the roof of the restaurant, Dahlia giggled a bit as she watched Mason jump back with a frightened shout;
'Ha! Coward!' the lady giggled, after which she then watched as The Curator, having left the pile of rubble, spoke in between coughs while dusting himself.
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"First… few hours of tamorphosis. Very capable… of doing so extrely… dangerous stuff without dying… again."
"What if it was actually… the… void? No. No. Rubbish. They aren't… that advanced."
"Besides, I'm okay. At least… I hope I'm okay."
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'I love the way he says 'rubbish' with such disdain at the Kalis… goes to show that he really does hate them…' Dahlia mused, only to giggle again at The Curator's, next few words after he had asked what was on the nu and questioned Kiera about what she thought his new body would like;
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"Livers! I've got new livers!"
"Totally forgot about that! Not fully human. One takes longer to stabilize!"
"I don't like the color."
"Of your livers?"
"Yeah."
"B-But, that's impossible."
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"Hybrid physiology Kiera. You wouldn'-" Dahlia had almost completed her statent when The Curator, said sothing similar.
Squealing once again in tingly excitent, especially because she had predicted The Curator's next few words, Dahlia kept watching on as The Curator frowned when Mrs. Choi revealed that he was younger-looking than Kiera and that he had also blown a hole through her roof.
"He must really hate being younger-looking when he's technically far older than everyone in the restaurant combined together…" Dahlia chuckled as she kept watching, only to be bewildered when everyone in the restaurant froze as if in stasis a few seconds later.
'Oooh~… Interesting…' the lady inwardly comnted, her expression curious.
Wondering what was happening, Dahlia, watched as The Curator, instead, maintained a very calm expression, different from all the chaos he had been showing off since and instead, picked up Mason's phone while apologizing.
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"Oi! Do you know how much work I've put into this planet? And you were just gonna, vacuum all the biological energy out of it?! What?! While I'm around at that too?!"
"You lot. Get to my coordinates, now!"
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Watching as he threw the phone aside while saying the words; "All right. Ti to put on a show.", along with also picking up a seemingly normal spoon, Dahlia's dopamine levels which had started spiking up again as a result of her growing curiosity, spiked even higher as she heard The 10th Curator, humming the the of the show.
'Oh!!!' Dahlia could only exclaim marvelously in her mind as she stood up on her sofa, pointing to the screen in amazed realization and familiarity!
Shocked, beyond words to say at the cinema she was experiencing in the very comfort of her own ho, the lady wasn't even allowed to fully process her shock when the the of the actual show, quietly began playing in the background as The Curator walked out of the restaurant and moved amidst the other frozen humans while altering the atomic structure of the spoon.
Watching as he looked to the sky and then, glanced over at the attire in the pawn shop he had previously spotted, Dahlia, realizing this Curator probably didn't give a shit, laughed out loud when he walked into the shop and looted the outfit.
'Co to think of it, it was the sa attire in the audition…' the lady mused as she ca to a certain realization.
"That ans he was the actual person who gave The 10th Curator a dressing code…" she muttered in awe and respect of the young star.
But the show wasn't over so she quickly brushed aside her thoughts when The Curator began talking to the aliens who had used a temporal frequency on earth and were planning to disregard The Curator.
"Big mistake…" Dahlia muttered out loud with a knowing gaze as she watched what would transpire.
Even as at now, the young lady was still standing on her couch with her pillow in hand.
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"Sure. Sure. Though, before you start gallivanting through earth, vaporizing innocent humans and stripping them of everything they hold dear, do a favor and pull up, the Fatality Index."
"You have one, just like every other sentient being in the universe."
"Under cause of extinction."
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Hearing The Curator, say those words in the most flippant way possible, Dahlia was a bit concerned if The 10th Curator, with this new iteration, had lost the dangerous edge that his other iterations had.
Sure they as fans, were the ones clamoring that they didn't want a clone of the 5th Curator anymore but still, The Curator was always ant to retain certain core qualities even as they tamorphed from one iteration to the next.
His dangerous edge was one, not just her, but fans in general would be quite disappointed if they scuffed.
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"Well? What are you waiting for?"
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Dahlia, watching as The 10th Curator, did in fact, maintain his more flippant attitude, felt quite disappointed, even as the the slowly built up…
But in a heartbeat, that disappointnt vanished as a genuine chill, a mixture of both awe and imnse hyper-excitent, ran up her spine as she watched The 10th Curator's flippant attitude, slowly morph into an extrely cold and nacing expression, the Curator's the, finally reaching its cresecendo;
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"Run."
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"Let's go!!!" Dahlia pumped her fists up into the air as she jumped on the sofa a few more tis with a stupid grin!
She was so glad that The Curator was just as nacing as his previous iterations, even with his new persona.
And so, watching as the main space ship, thought it was a good idea to attack The Curator because he was defenseless, Dahlia cackled in imnse joy when it bolted away after The Curator casually deflected its attack.
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"I can never catch a break, can I?"
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"Unfortunately you can't, Curator!" Dahlia excitedly responded to his rhetorical question with a light chuckle.
Anyone who probably saw the young lady now would wonder if she had gone insane.
But no.
She was just overly excited at the mont.
Now staring at the screen as a certain key, one she and every fan of the show in general, knew clearly well was both a mini-Horologium and the interspatial key to his pocket dinsion, ford like a chain around his neck, Dahlia squealed the loudest the mont The Curator stated after using it at the pawn shop door and accessing The Index briefly;
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"Oh you sexy, brilliant da! You've redecorated!"
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'Um, can I, pretty please, be The Horologium?!' the lady inwardly asked as she stared at the screen with a bit of a swoon and a hopeful gaze.
Little did the lady know, that not just her, but several other ladies around the world, thought of the exact sa thing…
Yet, as the next scenes played out with The Curator, picking up his construct gloves and running into the restaurant to fix what he had previously destroyed, all while also rightfully returning both the spoon and Mason's phone, Dahlia burst into laughter after The Curator whom had ran back out, stared at the naked mannequin through the pawn shop and defiantly refused to return the long coat;
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"Never!"
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Now staring at the screen as Kiera ran out a few seconds later after he had already left, Dahlia was once again intrigued when she heard the lady stated with a genuinely befuddled expression;
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"The impossible man…"
"Why, do I know that…?"
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And just like that, ending the first episode on a high note, Dahlia, watching as the credits rolled, exclaid in denial while extending her hands towards the TV screen;
"No! Don't end!! I don't wanna wait till next week for the second episode!!!"
Yet, as if ignoring her, the credits kept rolling, causing the lady to pout in retaliation.
However, considering how pumped she was, all whilst still standing on her couch, a certain realization, soon hit Dahlia once "Kyle Kestis as The 10th Curator." slowly rolled past in the credits.
Not once, during the entire minute of the episode, did she see Kyle Kestis or Alex Hunt as The Curator.
Rather, it was solely The Curator and The Curator alone she kept thinking of as she watched the show!
And that exactly was why, about a minute later, after the realization fully dawned on her, the lady, covered her mouth in shock as a few words, escaped her lips in a quiet mutter;
"My goodness… Kyle Kestis is phenonal…"
Islands In The Stream by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.
Thank you for reading!
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