[Area] L A B Y R I N T H

"DΘ I REMEMBER? HΘW CΘULD I FΘRGET SUCH ∆ DISGR∆CEFUL MΘMENT? ∆N INTERLΘPER, BY THE N∆ME ΘF IS∆∆C GREENFIELD, TR∆PPED ME IN THIS DINGY W∆TCH! ∆ND HE DR∆INED ME ΘF THE V∆ST M∆JΘRITY ΘF MY PΘWER TΘ BΘΘT! TH∆T BITCH ΘUGHT TΘ P∆Y FΘR WH∆T HE H∆S DΘNE TΘ ME!" The watch yammers on about his imprisonment.
"∆ND YΘU W∆NN∆ KNΘW THE WΘRST P∆RT? I W∆S SUPPΘSED TΘ LE∆D THE REVIV∆L ΘF MY F∆VΘRITE PL∆NET! ∆ND HE FUCKING STΘPPED ME!"
There is a certain tone of anger and annoyance to his voice.

Chronos is relieved that his wish was worded sufficiently well enough, not to mention that granting it is within close range possibility.
The scarf-handed bitch that brought him here... Chronos is no stranger to those with grudges against him, even those he's probably never met, but honestly? fuck that guy that got him here. Definitely could have picked somebody better.
The tenseness of the moment doesn't seem to phase Chronos too much. he's too excited.
"YES. THEY ΔRE THE HΘRNED PEΘPLE FRΘM THE PLΔNET KΘRΘUS. SEEING ΔS THEY WERE MEΔNT TΘ RESEMBLE ME, IT SEEMED THE MΘST ΘBVIΘUS ΘF CHΘICES TΘ BECΘME ΘNE ΘF THEM."

Chronos emerges from the ruins of the broken pocketwatch, taking form as ethereal wisps of his essence gather once more.
No longer impeded by the broken timepiece, he can now see.
It seems he made the right choice to wish for life, he's got freedom out of it so far. He sees no reason to mess with anything, especially while he's being promised something very nice.

Chronos takes a quick scan about the room. It's not a place he's ever been to before, that's for sure.

The girl in the tube before him... has he... met her before? Something about her strikes him as almost... familiar?
He looks her over... She surely has the horns, but some of her features are... not quite what he would want to have.
"HM... SHE SEEMS... ΔVERΔGE. TΘΘ SHΘRT, THΔT'S FΘR SURE. FΔCIΔL FEΔTURES NΘT ΔNGULΔR ENΘUGH. WΔY TΘΘ SΘFT ΔND RΘUNDED... ΔS FΔR ΔS BΔSES GΘ, THERE CΘULD CERTΔINLY BE WΘRSE, BUT CLEΔRLY THERE CΘULD BE BETTER..."

it's at this point, as he's leaving the room, that Chronos finally notices Eniar.
The inverted appearance is unmistakable. why the fuck does he, of all people, have to be involved here?
As much as his grudge against him still burns, is it really worth complaining during such a monumental occasion?
...probably not, but he feels like it anyways.
Chronos glares at Eniar contemptuously, before being bumped forwards slightly.

Who. Touched. Him.

Chronos flinches and turns around, still with that ugly look on his face. He takes on a serious tone.
"...DΘN'T TΘUCH ME."

what the hell is going on here anyways?

He doesn't wanna look a gift horse in the mouth, but he's prepared to have some sort of skepticism as this process moves forward.

Chronos then walks towards the suggested door, noodle arm outstretched towards it.

"THIS BETTER BE WΘRTH IT."

For the longest time.... for as long as he could remember... likely ever since he emerged fully upon the completion of the second ascention, Chronos has had an absolutely massive set of mental defenses in place to avoid the detriments of guilt. It just simply isn't something that he needs when his purpose is to destroy, after all.
But, the weight forced upon him by this other party... it seems to bypass nearly all of them.
In his fear, Chronos cannot move on his own. He can only wordlessly stare back into the abyss before him.
The abyss that is slowly consuming him.

How is he going to get out of this one? Was this a trap? Was this mysterious "benefactor" ever going to grant his wish?

What the fuck is he even kidding? No amount of disassociation nor denial nor reframing can possibly save him from this.

Upon hearing his name, his chosen name, the one he chose to escape his past and revel in its power... a fear strikes him entirely. He can do little but jitter in place as the disturbing imagry and the consequences for his past actions assult him.

Why should he deserve his wish?
Does he deserve it?

...it had never been about deserving it. It was always more just a means to continue. A way to keep doing what he enjoyed. A way to return to the path of the destroyer and conquerer.
A way to escape from one of his greatest fears: death itself.

Chronos is far too petrified to say this out loud, but any sort of extrasensory perception would be able to detect such thoughts and intentions.

What is he willing to do for it however?

It's... hard to tell in this current state. He is far too preoccupied with the endless backlog of his own sins weighing him down. Ones that should have destroyed him years ago, if he hadn't blocked them out and claimed them as victories instead of tragedies.
That, and the emptiness between those words that reminds him of the only thing he fears more than death.

Needless to say, there is little that he can do now, if anything at all.

Hours had passed. At some point, Chronos has become aware of the noises not too far away.

...he's not alone here.

Then again, did he ever think he ever was alone in this unknown realm? As far as he knows, the wish granting figure from before is still watching him.

The question is though: are they a threat?

Who is he kidding? He's the biggest threat in this entire place! even without any of his standard powers, his words have been known to have enough pull in a pinch.

But... does he really want to hurt anyone else?

the echo of a conversation he once had... the boy who lost his body to him...
...he's having difficulty recalling it exactly, but he could remember the complaints against his behavior.

What should he even do?

...suddenly, his stomach grumbles.
He hasn't eaten anything since... when was the last time he's eaten anything anyways? Since the last time he had a body that needed food?
Where is Chronos going to find food in a place like this?
...that crowd might have something.
This... park seems like it could be a decent place to throw a picnic or something.

...he's gonna have to get up now, isn't he?

Chronos attempts to sit up. A sensation of lightheadedness for a short moment. He wants to lay back down again... but... he has to do this. Chronos cannot spend the rest of his new life cowering on the ground.

Chronos gets up, shakily. It's going to take a moment to get used to these legs. Not too long though.
He takes a deep breath and begins cautiously walking towards the party of eight, hoping to find some food or something.

"Horus" gladly takes a seat, ignoring the haters.
"Thank you, kind strangers." He replies.
The way that eighth guest ▲nnunci▲tes their a's... it reminds him of how he used to do the same... when he was at full power...
The thought soon passes as his appetite takes hold once more. Soon enough, he has a rather filled plate in front of him, having picked foodstuffs indiscriminately. "Horus" begins to eat, as if it had been an eternity since his last meal.
It takes only five minutes for him to finish his plate. It seems he's hit his capacity, satisfied.