R47 woke up in a fluid filled sack. R47 dazedly looked around. Through the veiny sack, it could barely see other vibrating blobs. R47 started to feel weak. It started thrashing around, wings beating desperately. Eventually it managed to break the sack, and spilled out, limp.

  R47 rotated its eye around to look around. It was in a valley of purple grass. In the sky there was a massive floating purple ‘99/10’. The valley was littered with rocks and writhing eggs. As R47 watched wings, some clawed, others feathered, each unique, started puncturing their way out. Looking at its own wings, R47 realized that its wings were black, arched and resembling a bat’s. R47 didn’t know what a bat was, but it knew their wings were a bat’s. Similarly, it knew the red Demon Eye approaching R47 had dove wings.

  Reaching out mentally R47 asked the red Demon Eye: friend? The red Demon Eye returned a tirade. You filthy beast, I don’t know how your blasted kind trapped me in this body. However, you brought me to one of your nurseries and I, Hero Basic Bill, never let a monster live. Die you miserable beast, you…

  R47 was confused. How you… gift big words? The red Demon Eye ignored R47 and started aggressively brushing R47’s eye while mentally screaming murder… not brush, punch. The red Demon Eye’s futile punches tickled.

  Finally feeling up to moving, R47 started flying. As it did, a screen appeared before it.

  As R47 looked at each stat, what the stat did was planted in R47’s mind. Dexterity increases R47’s speed and fine motor control. Strength increases R47’s ability to exert force. Endurance increases R47’s ability to strain its body. Vitality increases R47’s regeneration, and lowers its death threshold. Wisdom increases R47’s ability to generate and precisely control mana. Intelligence increases R47’s thought speed and its ability to control greater amounts of mana. And finally, luck increases R47’s importance in the world, slightly boosting its every action.

  I, quick? R47 thought. R47 decided to test its speed by running away from the red Demon Eye, who started chanting about how fire will cleanse this corrupted sanctum. R47 zipped through the air, with a bouncing flight pattern. It felt a sudden change in temperature behind it. Swiveling its eye to look behind it, R47 saw the remnants of a fire ball, and the self proclaimed hero lying on the ground, wings faintly flapping. R47 connected to the red Demon Eye’s mind. You tried– death gift me. All it got back in response was incoherent screaming. I'll gift you death.

  R47 tried to expel this “silk” from its eye to peirce through the prone eye. It felt something… liquid move through its body before a thin sticky black thread shot forward connecting the two eyes, doing nothing in way of damage. R47 could feel the other end of the thread still inside its iris, waiting to be shot out. The red Demon started to glow, while chanting a familiar chant. Recognizing the tail end of the chant, R47 shot the other end directly at its opponent's iris, and threw itself to the right. While R47 was trying to avoid the fireball it knew was coming. It heard a loud shattering pop sound.

  [You’ve slain foe: Demon Eye R36 level 1. Experience earned.]

  [Skill [Weaving Eye 1] has leveled up once.]

  [achievement earned. Kin Killer 1: %5 more damage against creatures of the same species.]

  R47 stared at notifications. I gift you death? I gift you death. I gift you death! R47 jovially bounced around. Another Demon Eye, this time purple with fairy wings, approached, flying high. R47 connected to it. Friend? A psychic scream from the purple Demon Eye attacked R47’s mind. The scream somehow prevented R47 from using its wings. R47 dropped. Frantically, R47 shot a thread at the purple Demon Eye, who was already flying away. When it attached, R47 shoved all of its mana into the thread using its skill to make it contract. Both Demon Eyes briefly spiraled towards each other before barely missing each other. R47 fired the thread to separate it from the other eye. R47 was thrown up, still unable to move, while the other eye was thrown down. R47 heard a shattering *plat* sound.

  [You’ve slain foe: Demon Eye R72 level 1. Experience earned.]

  Suddenly able to move, R47 flew down to the ground to rest; the mana expenditure was exhausting. Deciding that most other Demon Eyes were foes, R47 hid in its old egg. Disconnecting from its eye, R47 entered a torporic state.

  *

  R47 exited its torporic state, and shuffled its way out of its old egg. The fluids were starting to solidify, making it hard to get out. Half way out, R47 noticed another Demon Eye, brown with scaled dragon wings. It connected to R47’s mind and asked: foe? R47 was confused then ecstatic. Foe? No, I– friend! The other eye seemed shocked that R47 wasn’t a foe. Not attack I? It asked, concerned. I gift you peace, if you gift me peace. A screen popped up in front of R47.

  [Would you like to sign a non-aggression pact with entity: R50?]

  Yes.

  [You’ve signed a mutual non-aggression pact with entity: R50. Don’t take aggressive actions towards it, or face consequences.]

  R47 felt something metaphysical tie it to R50, then fade away. R50 hovered before communicating. If friend not foe- R50 seemed to struggle to find the words before- what if ally? R47 internally debated. To it, the situation seemed to be that the Demon eyes were laid in this valley to grow stronger; the verbose Demon Eye called it a ‘nursery.’ None of the other Demon Eyes used thread, it seemed likely that each eye got its own ability. In a situation of survival of the fittest, where everyone is granted a unique ability varying in combat potential, it is the prerogative of those without a directly combative ability to band together to survive. While the thoughts that ran through R47’s mind were a lot simpler they followed the same idea.

  Yes, we ally.