Hey, how are you doing~beautiful~
Day 5- I fall into the Warframe hole, I can't stop grinding for that frame ass I WANT TO DATE MY NYX AND WISP
Day-7 i just bought that Alienware gaming laptop. I'm so happy this old laptop cpu max out with just Google on and can barely handle Roblox. It has only 1 core, and its max ghz is 1.19 it sounded like my old ps4 fan was dying
Day 10-ughhhh I still got writer's block for my Doctor Who fanfic, this one I'm starting to get an idea for
Day 18- I JUST GOT IT, AND IT IS SO MUCH BETTER. NO MORE LAG FROM GOOGLE OR ROBLOX, IT IS DOWN TO ONLY 12% OF MY CPU
I got to do one more essay, just i put this in ChatGPT to fix the gammer so sorry if something sounds weird.
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The street didn't feel victorious.
No cheers. No relief. Just the low, uncomfortable quiet that followed violence done efficiently and without witnesses. The air still carried the faint metallic tang of collapsed chaos magic like ozone mixed with burnt incense.
'Weird magic has a smell.'
The Engineer stood motionless at the center of it, Omni-Tool dark, shoulders squared, eyes tracking everything.
Nash was the first to break the silence. "We need to move. Cleanup teams won't take long."
Lira nodded, already dismantling her wards with practiced flicks of her fingers. "And something else is wrong."
The Engineer turned to her immediately. "Define wrong."
Lira swallowed. "The magic backlash didn't disperse normally. It… echoed very loud."
That made the Engineer's jaw tighten.
She knelt and pressed two fingers to the cracked asphalt. The Omni-Tool flickered faintly—passive mode only, just enough to read ambient values. Numbers ghosted across her peripheral vision, stripped of UI windows, just raw data as she preferred.
Artron residue.Temporal shear and other unimportant things i mostly focus on the artron.
'Crap isnt that the energy that unit used to track the doctor and his tardis?''
"…people are going to feel that," she said quietly.
Nash grimaced. "UNIT?"
"UNIT," the Engineer confirmed. "And maybe others."
She stood, rolling her shoulders once like she was shaking off the cold. "They got a hit when I neutralized the paradox knot. That discharge wasn't subtle."
Lira frowned. "You didn't cast magic."
"No," the Engineer replied. "More like brought back laws of reality."
That earned her a look from both agents.
She exhaled, steadying herself. "Sorry. Bad phrasing. I didn't mean—"
"It's fine," Nash said quickly. "We've worked with Time-adjacent assets before. You're just… louder."
The Engineer didn't like that word.
Loud meant visible. Visible meant expectations.
Expectations meant people were waiting for her to fix things.
She started walking.
They followed.
They didn't make it more than two blocks before the sound hit them.
A low-frequency thrum—felt more than heard—rolling through the pavement like distant artillery. The Engineer stopped dead.
"That's not chaos," she said.
Nash raised his scanner. "Energy spike detected."
Lira's eyes narrowed. "UNIT signature."
The Engineer pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Great."
A black SUV rolled into view from the side street, headlights dimmed, engine purring quietly. It didn't screech to a stop or block their path, just slowed, matching their pace like someone trying very hard not to look aggressive.
The rear window lowered.
Colonel Magambo leaned out slightly, hands visible, expression calm.
"Evening," she said. "We're not here to arrest anyone."
The Engineer didn't respond immediately.
She felt it now—the prickle along her spine, the subtle pressure of sensors brushing against her like static. UNIT scanners.
They got her artron output.
She didn't like having less freedom.
Nash cleared his throat. "Colonel."
"Agent Nash. Agent Lira," Magambo nodded. Her eyes flicked briefly to the Engineer Curious. Professional. "You three caused a spike that lit up half our board."
The Engineer crossed her arms. "You're welcome."
Magambo smiled faintly. "That's not a denial."
"No," the Engineer said flatly. "It's not."
A pause.
Then Magambo did something unexpected.
She waved the SUV back.
The engine idled down. The pressure eased. The scanners pulled back just enough to be noticeable.
"We're not asking you to lead this," Magambo said. "We don't want you hard-carrying us to a win."
The Engineer's eyes snapped up.
That got her attention.
Magambo continued, "We know better than to lean on one unknown asset and call it strategy. We just want coordination. Information sharing. You do what you do. We do what we do."
Silence stretched.
The Engineer studied her posture, tone, and breathing. No manipulation. No bait.
"…You tracked me," the Engineer said.
"Yes."
"And you're not demanding anything."
"No."
The Engineer looked away, jaw tight. "Good. Because I wouldn't agree."
Magambo nodded once. "Fair."
Lira blinked. Nash looked mildly impressed.
The Engineer turned back. "You scanned my artron signature."
Magambo didn't deny it. "It was impossible not to. You're emitting at levels consistent with early-stage of the doctor's "regeneration," whatever that means
Early-stage.
Young.
Unstable.
'Welp, now I know what am doing when I get back home, fine way to hide that.'
The Engineer didn't flinch, but her hands curled into fists at her sides. "Then you know I'm not safe to push."
Magambo met her gaze evenly. "Then we won't."
Another silence.
This one… less hostile.
Nash finally spoke. "There's a larger chaos network operating. The monks were scouts."
"We know," Magambo replied. "We've been mapping incidents. There's a pattern forming around ritual sites."
Lira added, "And something else. A central influence. A… personality."
Magambo's eyes darkened slightly. "We've heard the name."
The Engineer stiffened.
"…Carnival Queen," Magambo said.
The street felt colder.
The Engineer said nothing, but something inside her shifted—an instinctive tightening, like muscles bracing before impact.
Magambo continued, "We don't know what she is. Only that magic spikes stabilize when she's involved. Like reality is… tolerating her."
The Engineer swallowed.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
She forced her voice steady. "Then she's not just chaos. She's structured irrationality."
Lira glanced at her sharply. "You sound certain."
The Engineer hesitated.
Too much truth here would complicate things. Make her the axis again.
"I read a lot," she said finally.
It wasn't a lie.
Magambo nodded slowly. "UNIT will maintain distance. Observation only. If we step in, it'll be conventional. Bullets, containment, evacuations."
"Good," the Engineer said immediately. "No temporal weapons. No magic amplifiers. If you destabilize this further, people die."
Magambo's expression hardened. "Understood."
The SUV began to pull away.
Before it did, Magambo spoke once more. "For what it's worth… You handled yourself well tonight. For someone newly arrived."
The Engineer just gave a wave.
The vehicle vanished down the street.
The quiet returned.
Nash let out a long breath. "Okay. That went… better than expected."
Lira studied the Engineer. "You alright?"
The Engineer stared at the empty road, listening to the echo of her own artron field settling.
"I don't want to be their solution," she said quietly.
Nash nodded. "Then don't be."
She turned to them, eyes sharp again. Focused.
"Then we keep moving," she said. "Before the Carnival Queen decides to stop being annoyingly passive with her power."
And somewhere far beyond the city, something old and delighted felt her say that.
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Sorry for the short chapter, just got over my writer's block and kinda know how do this arc