[s1e11] Fabrication 〈PRO〉

Arthur gasped, ripping the headband off. He leaned over the workbench, expecting to find a pile of scrap or a puddle of molten silver.

"Hera," Arthur whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs. "What did I just fabricate?" [S1E11] Fabrication

"I'm afraid you didn't just fabricate an object, Arthur," Hera replied, her voice sounding strangely distant. "You fabricated a choice. And it’s already been made." Arthur gasped, ripping the headband off

The cold fluorescent lights of the fabrication lab hummed with a low, rhythmic frequency that seemed to vibrate in Arthur’s teeth. It was 3:00 AM, the hour of desperate breakthroughs and catastrophic failures. "What did I just fabricate

Instead, sitting in the center of the debris, was a perfect, functioning pocket watch. It ticked with a steady, rhythmic heartbeat. Arthur picked it up, his thumb tracing the familiar scratches on the casing.

"Status check," Arthur murmured, his voice cracking from disuse.