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[yousuto]

The Essential Guide to Cleanroom Foam Swabs: Perfect for Precision Cleaning and Electronics Care

When it comes to cleaning delicate equipment, tools, or hard-to-reach surfaces, precision is key. Whether you're working in electronics, automotive care, or semiconductor industries, the right cleaning tool can make all the difference. That’s where YOUSTO's Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs come in. These highly reliable and durable foam swabs are designed to meet the stringent requirements of cleanroom environments while offering precision cleaning for a variety of applications.

What Are Cleanroom Foam Swabs?

Cleanroom foam swabs, particularly the pointed versions, are specialized cleaning tools made with high-quality foam tips and sturdy polypropylene (PP) handles. These swabs are built to handle sensitive tasks that require a gentle touch and high absorbency. With their pointed tips, they are perfect for cleaning slots, grooves, and intricate areas where traditional cleaning tools might not reach.

Key Features of Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs

Lint-Free Foam One of the standout features of these foam swabs is their lint-free construction. This is particularly important in cleanroom environments, where even the smallest particles can affect the cleanliness of sensitive equipment. The foam material is carefully chosen to ensure no fibers are left behind during cleaning.

Pointed Tip Design The pointed foam tips make it easier to clean tight spaces and grooves in electronics, PCBs, machinery, and even cars. Whether it's a slot in a printer, a groove in a circuit board, or hard-to-reach areas in a car, these foam swabs provide the precision needed for thorough cleaning.

Durability and Absorbency Made with open-cell foam, these swabs offer exceptional absorbency. They can soak up liquids, dust, and other contaminants effectively, leaving surfaces clean without any mess. Their sturdy polypropylene handles ensure they are durable enough to withstand use without bending or breaking.

Certified Cleanroom Quality Manufactured in a Class 1000 cleanroom, these swabs are designed to meet the high standards required for cleanroom environments. They are perfect for industries such as electronics, semiconductor manufacturing, automotive detailing, and any application where cleanliness is critical.

Variety of Applications These foam swabs are not just limited to electronics or cleanrooms. Their versatility makes them ideal for a wide range of applications, including printer cleaning, toner cleaning, mold cleaning, and even automotive detailing. Their ability to clean both delicate electronic components and tougher industrial surfaces makes them an essential tool for professionals across various fields.

The Ideal Tool for Electronics and Semiconductor Industries

In industries like electronics and semiconductors, precision and cleanliness are paramount. The slightest amount of dust or debris can cause significant damage or reduce the performance of sensitive components. Cleanroom foam swabs like those from YOUSUTO are designed to meet these high standards, making them an indispensable tool in these fields.

Electronics: Clean delicate circuit boards, display screens, and other components without leaving any residue.

Semiconductor Manufacturing: Clean chips, wafers, and other sensitive equipment in a controlled, lint-free environment.

Automotive: Remove dust and debris from narrow slots and grooves in vehicles, ensuring a clean finish during detailing.

Why Choose YOUSUTO Foam Swabs?

You might be wondering why YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs stand out in a market filled with various options. Here are a few reasons why these swabs are the top choice for many professionals:

Affordable Quality: provides these premium foam swabs at an affordable price, making them accessible to both small businesses and large corporations.

High-Quality Materials: Made with premium foam and a robust PP handle, these swabs are durable, effective, and designed to last.

Easy-to-Use Packaging: Each package contains 100 swabs, and with a convenient resealable bag, you can keep your cleaning tools organized and ready for use.

Customization: Need specific sizes or designs? YOUSUTO offers customization options, so you can get the exact foam swabs that best suit your needs.

Applications Beyond Cleanrooms

While cleanroom environments are the primary focus for these foam swabs, their functionality extends to several other industries as well. From cleaning automotive components to delicate optical surfaces, the pointed design makes them an excellent tool for precision work.

Automotive Care

For those in automotive detailing, the tight spaces between vehicle parts can be a challenge. YOUSUTO’s pointed foam swabs can easily reach into these narrow areas to remove dust, dirt, or even fluids without damaging the surface. Whether you’re cleaning air vents, seats, or console grooves, these swabs are a must-have.

Printer and Toner Cleaning

Printers, especially laser printers, accumulate toner and dust in hard-to-reach places. YOUSUTO foam swabs are ideal for gently cleaning these areas without leaving behind any particles. Their absorbent foam can soak up toner, ink, and other residues with ease.

Mold and Slot Cleaning

Whether it's cleaning industrial molds or tiny slots in machinery, the pointed tip of these foam swabs provides the precision needed to effectively remove dirt and debris. Their durability ensures they can handle the tough cleaning tasks that come with these environments.

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Ordering YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs is simple and efficient. With various packaging options, including bulk buys, you can get as many as you need for your business. And with fast delivery times, you’ll have your cleaning tools on hand when you need them most.

Final Thoughts

Cleanliness is a critical aspect of many industries, especially those working with delicate electronics, semiconductors, and other precision equipment. YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs provide the perfect solution for professionals who need to keep their equipment and workspaces spotless. With their lint-free foam tips, ergonomic design, and high absorbency, these swabs offer unmatched precision and efficiency in every cleaning task.

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[superiorcleanroom]

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Deep Cleaning Made Easy: Exploring the Benefits of Foam Head Cleaning Swabs and Efficient Cleaning Swabs!

One of the main reasons why Foam Head Cleaning Swabs have gained popularity is their ability to provide unparalleled precision. The foam tip is not just gentle; it's intricately shaped and designed, ensuring that it reaches into the tiniest crevices and corners.

[yeomanhealthusa]

Discover the Versatile Line of Puritan Medical Swabs and Applicators

At Yeoman Health and Wellness, we take pride in offering a comprehensive range of high-quality medical supplies and wellness products. As a trusted distributor, we are excited to present the full line of Puritan medical swabs, kits, and other single-use applicators and Puritan tongue depressors.

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Break down of my melon soda float prop for my Sailor Jupiter Bunny Suit build. You could easily tweak this for any other drink prop and the majority of materials were sourced from Daiso, including the tray it velcros to so it's fairly low budget.

Materials:

-Desired cup/glass for drink (I would advise sticking with plastic versions for weight and safety reasons) -Plastic ice cubes -Masking or Washi tape -Clear seed beads or Caviar beads in multiple sizes -Clear craft glue -Super glue -UV Resin & alcohol dye OR Stain Glass window paint (Gallery Glass would be my rec) - Some sort of thin, clear plastic sheeting I used part of a salad container -*Muddle spoons or straw or similar decor (polymer clay sprinkles, glitter, any sort of inclusion) -*Foam clay & an ice cream mold or scoop if you want to make a float -*Acrylic paint -*Velcro or Magnets if you would like to stick to a prop tray that you can also remove for photos

*= optional materials

‼️ SAFETY ADVISORY ‼️

If you choose to use UV resin for this you must have proper PPE. That means gloves, respirator with appropriate filters, mixing cups, well filtered workspace, and knowing how to properly dispose of scrap. Do not pour it down drains, please cure all runoff or extra fully before disposing of in household waste. Resin that is still in it's liquid state must be disposed of in chemical waste, this includes paper towels or anything else used to "clean up". You can take a moment to read more here or do your own googling for proper precautions before getting started.

The first thing I did was make my ice cream scoop since it needed to cure for a few days. I found this great little scoop mold I shaped the foam clay too and froze for a bit. Once it was firm enough to remove I set it by a window to dry. Then worked on making a clear plastic base that would fit inside my glass and act as the "top" of my "liquid".

When the base was done and fit snugly to my glass I primed my dry ice cream scoop in glue. This was partly to keep a barrier over the blue foam so the color didn't leach, and partly to give the acrylic paint something to bite into without being absorbed by the foam. Then it was painted a nice shade of vanilla and glued to the plastic base with craft glue. I poked two holes on the underside to also add a pair of short metal flat head wire supports to make sure it didn't peel off. The supports themselves were set with super glue, a bit overkill I know.

Between my paint layers drying I was also puzzle piecing in ice cubes in the glass to see what combination looked the most appealing. However, it also needed to accommodate that clear plastic base so there was constant test fittings. The trick here with fit is you want the cubes to fit snug vertically but not touching the sides of the cup too. You need that wiggle room for the UV resin/window paint. If it rattles around on the sides a bit that would be ideal.

When I found a composition that worked I carefully super glued each cube only where it touched the other cubes. Sometimes superglue oxidizes a little funny on clear surfaces and it can leave a sort of foggy buildup. In those instances you can wipe it away with an alcohol swab to keep things looking clear. As with the step before I keep checking the fit to the glass to make sure I have proper clearance to keep the base level.

When my cubes were one weird unit the fun began! I mixed some different sized clear seed beads (you can also use caviar beads) in some clear pva glue. You want a more dry mixture so it helps to let it set up a bit and get sort of gummy. The idea is replicating how bubbles accumulate in carbonated drinks, so keeping it at points where you would imagine they would get trapped under cubes helps. Of course so does referencing an actual drink lol. I just piled on and semi sculpted the beads in chunks and waited for them to cure.

Of course this same bubble detail was added to the clear base under the ice cream scoop as well. This time just around the perimeter of the scoop. At this point I realized I was forgetting something, the cherry! It is actually an earring I lose the pair to lol. I also cut out a small slot in the plastic base to fit a straw through. On the right you can see how everything looks at this last and final test fit before the "soda" portion was added. The washi tape was used to keep the inner lip clean of UV resin later, but also to mark where my base should be resting.

Putting the cubes and top layer to the side I got to mixing my UV resin. As a point of reference I used just under 1 jumbo tube of the Daiso clear resin which is around 20g or .70oz of product. I mixed some liquid pigment to the shade of green I wanted and got to pouring. Keeping the tape on I poured all of my resin in and kept turning my glass for even coverage. Once that was good to go I sat outside for about 5 minutes slowly turning the glass in direct sun until the resin set enough to stop moving. At this point the washi tape was peeled off. Then I left in on my porch to finish curing in the sun until the following day. The cup will get warm to hot depending on the volume of UV resin so please be mindful. If you were to use window paint I would build up the color over a few days in thin coats and like a silicone brush. When the cup was fully cured I fit my cubes back in and the clear base, and added the straw to the little divot to make sure it all fit well. It did so I went ahead and removed the straw and added some super glue to the top most cube that laid flush against that little sheet of plastic and pressed the ice cream scoop on the base firmly into place. Once it was in I slipped the straw through the divot on the side and mixed a little more green resin that was poured around the ice cream scoop to seal it all in. Then it was once again left on my porch for a full day. If you were doing this in window paint a thick layer on top and texture it to look more like a drink. Though do to it's want to self level there may be some mild resistance until it starts to set up. When my prop was fully cured I added some velcro to the base so it would stick to my drink tray and be peeled off for photos not pictured lmao. Badda bing badda boom it was done!

Lightweight, fun to make, and fairly low budget this is a prop you could make with things from most dollar stores not just Daiso. Personally I think the dollar tree two part acrylic champagne flutes would be perfect for this.

[incoherentchanting]

the way he’s looking at him the way he’s looking at him the way he

crying. throwing up. weeping. pissing my pants. shitting my pants. sliding down the wall. clutching at my pearls. shaking. screaming. pulling out my hair. bashing my head into a wall. sobbing. mourning. sorrowing. dehydrated. swabbing the deck. throwing myself overboard. falling to my knees in a walmart. foaming at the mouth. punching the air.

[exeggcute]

oh also I can share my horrible/funny pre-op story now lol. so two weeks beforehand I had an appointment to make sure my surgeon was on the same page about what I wanted, go over recovery and care instructions, pay the final balance, whatever. and they gave me a "care kit" in a little bag that included gauze and antiseptic swabs and other shit I'd need. and when I got home and opened it I was Freaking Out because there was an unlabeled specimen cup in there full of pale yellow liquid. which of course I assumed was a random urine sample they'd accidentally thrown in the bag. legit was on the verge of calling the whole thing off and demanding my money back until I remembered like "wait... weren't they supposed to send me home with some kind of antibacterial soap......?"

so I shook the sample cup and the liquid started foaming lol. it was the soap for my morning-of shower. and I mostly want to blame my surgeon's practice here since they're the ones who didn't put a label on a specimen cup with a broken seal and a hefty amount of yellow liquid in it, but it's also partly my fault for jumping to conclusions because when they kept talking about "medical soap" I absolutely 100% expected it to look like this:

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Content – defiant whumpee, noncon touch and nudity (not sexual), torture (on screen and off screen), blood, gaslighting, waterboarding, burns caused by hot water; tell me if I forgot about something

Whumpee was sitting in a bathtub filled with lukewarm water and lots of foam. The sweet smell of chocolate shower gel was all around, making him want to taste the bitter soap. The soft splashing of the water and the howl of the wind as the gale was raging outside could be heard.

And everything would be perfect if Whumper wasn't sitting on a stool opposite him, holding a foaming sponge in his hand, with which he gently washed his body.

Whumpee said nothing, but instead of looking down at the pink water hidden under the foam so as not to look at his tormentor, he showed his objection by sending Whumper hateful glances again and again.

When Whumper suggested a bath earlier, speaking to him in his sweet voice that only feigned concern, Whumpee immediately protested, despite the blood sticking to his body and clothes. He didn't want to lose the last thing Whumper hadn't taken from him yet. He didn't want to lose his dignity. But Whumper paid no heed to his displeasure and compelled him to obey by force.

Whumper wasn't violent. After kicking his body when Whumpee called him names and dared to disobey him, he carefully removed his clothes and told him to sit in the bathtub, saying it was for his own good.

Even so, each of Whumper's seemingly tender and gentle touch stung him like a blow. He couldn't help but revolt as he washed the blood from his hair and touched his face to wash away the blood, dirt and tears. Now he involuntarily shuddered every time Whumper swabbed his wounded, bruised body in circular motions.

Whumpee should be grateful. After all, Whumper wasn't torturing him right now. After all, the bath was a respite from the constant pain, from screaming until his throat was torn, from cutting his skin with knives or electrocuting him. But for him, it was worse than torture.

Whumpee could stand the pain. Even if it sometimes lasted for hours, Whumpee knew it wouldn't last forever, and that eventually either Whumper would stop or Whumpee would pass out. He was able to survive the abuse by gritting his teeth and thinking about what he would do to Whumper if he could only break free. But now, as Whumper watched his naked body closely and dared to touch it again and again, he felt more and more stripped of his privacy. He felt dirty even though he was in foaming water. And he hated it with all his heart.

Whumpee hissed as Whumper swabbed over one of his fresh wounds, rupturing it and causing a trickle of blood to flow from it again. Whumper hadn't bothered to treat him before, as he decided to inflict shallow and deeper wounds over and over again for fun. He just rinsed him with water and started washing him. This made Whumpee feel pinpricks of pain all over his body, which became even worse as foam oozed from the sponge.

It really was a torture.

"Do you like your bath?" Whumper asked after a long moment, smiling.

Whumpee gave him a hateful glare again.

"No," he answered shortly.

"Ah, so I understand that you prefer when I torture you?"

"I didn't say any of that, you motherfu–"

Before Whumpee could finish his venomous statement, Whumper in an instant grabbed him brutally by the hair and shoved his head under the water.

Whumpee tried to pull away and jerked his head up to lift it out of the water and catch his breath, but Whumper held him tight and wouldn't let go, even as Whumpee started desperately scratching his arm with his nails. His eyes stung from the shower gel, and his lungs were quickly begging for air and burning with pain. Whumpee finally started to scream, but then he involuntarily inhaled dirty water into his lungs and began choking and digging his nails harder into Whumper's hand as if in a last resort.

But before he could lose his strength and pass out, Whumper yanked his hair again and pulled his head out of the water.

Whumpee began coughing and choking on water, and only after some time was he able to fully breathe the precious air. His eyes watered so he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, his lungs burned and his head ached, but still Whumpee knew it was worth it.

He couldn't clearly see Whumper's face as he approached him and looked into his eyes, but he knew from experience that Whumper wasn't pleased with his disobedience.

"I hope you've learned something from this and that in the future you'll think before you talk to me like that," Whumper said calmly, as if explaining the rules of behavior to a child.

Whumpee responded by taking advantage of the short distance between them and spat saliva in his face.

Time has stopped.

Whumper stared at him in shock, analyzing what had just happened, then disgustedly wiped the saliva from his cheek with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

For a brief moment, nothing happened.

Whumpee's heart was beating fast, because he knew that Whumper would never let him go and that in a moment, in a few minutes or seconds, he would scream in pain, and yet there was a wide smile of satisfaction on his lips.

But then Whumper smiled as well, confusing him.

"I see you must really love the pain," he said, then dropped the sponge into the bathtub and grabbed the shower head, then turned the water on the hottest setting and turned it on.

The water didn't burn him right away. At first it was just warm, but it was getting hotter by the second. Whumper grabbed his arm with his other hand and pinned it to the back of the bathtub to keep Whumpee from escaping and directed the boiling water at his torso.

It was so much worse than shower gel in the wounds, so much worse than being waterboarded. All Whumpee could feel was heat and pain, intense pain that went on and on and on and on, taking away his ability to think. He didn't even know when he started screaming and crying and trying to break out and mentally begging for it all to end.

When Whumper graciously finally turned off the water and hung up the shower head, Whumpee could only cover his face with his hands and tremble, having no strength left to cry, too exhausted for anything else.

"Why are you panicking?" Whumper taunted him, smiling. "Isn't that what you wanted, to feel pain instead of my touch? Hey, I'm talking to you." Seeing that Whumpee was silent, he grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face.

Whumpee didn't answer this time and only looked at Whumper one more time with his hateful eyes before losing consciousness.

[weirdopponent]

Things they didn't tell me about HRT:

Something is happening to my body.

I noticed it this morning,

foam on my chin,

underneath the blade

were dark green scales.

Mere specs

like the few hairs on my chin

that have only just started growing

and that I do not want to stop.

I looked it up online;

"T side effects",

"T side effects skin conditions",

"T side effects skin conditions reddit"

Something is happening to my body.

I noticed it this afternoon,

my blood was boiling

so hot, no one could touch me

without flinching

"More blood cells,"

my doctor says when I call him,

the both of us not talking about

the way my prescription this month had extra refills

I breathe out

and smoke burns the inside of my throat

raw.

Something is happening to my body.

I noticed it earlier this evening,

my teeth so big

they stick out against my lips

and break the skin

I cannot kiss you without hurting you.

The dentist offers to shave them down,

but I don't want to be caught without a weapon

or an out

I've never had much of an appetite for

red meat.

Something is happening to my body.

It woke me up in the middle of the night,

in a cold sweat as if from a nightmare,

my hands shake on a water bottle I can't get a grip on because

instead of my gentle hands there are claws.

You told me I was home, and you would go where I go.

Something has happened to my body --

I welcomed it

It lets me defend the things that are mine

like the single-use needles, the syringes, the vials and the swabs,

you, and the place we have chosen to live

[thatsnotmymilkman]

*the nurse drops some chemical on the swab and the blood foams up and explodes*

"Hm."

*the nurse turns to me*

"So you've been injected with about a gallons worth of recreational drugs from weed to that black tar. That explains why you acted like a rabid animal*

Was fetty in there?

"Mhm."

That explains why I'm foaming at the mouth

*Francis keeps his distance, looking over his injury*

[yousuto]

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[contentloadingandstuff]

Mortuarius - Chapter II

He struggles against the restraints. To no avail, as the metal cuffs hold firm despite his desperate efforts. Still he fights with all his might - there's nothing else he can do. He sees only darkness, the blindfold's softness a mockery of his position. His nostrils are filled with the choking, stinging smell of antiseptic. The lab's cool air makes his naked body shiver.

A hand, covered by a rubber glove, is placed over his mouth. Something cold and wet is rubbed across a part of his neck before he feels a sharp sting. He jerks, but the substance quickly spreads through his veins. Waves of spasms shake his body, making his limbs tremble and quiver. They feel fuzzy, then numb. Heavy, clumsy, like timber. 

His mind clouds quickly and he starts choking back coppery foam. His body bends upwards in desperate search for relief. 

Heavy limbs. Cut them off. He wants to cut them off. He would rather not feel anything in them for his entire life than endure this. 

He hates this feeling.

His chest suddenly feels heavy, as if being crushed in a Lawachurl's hand. He coughs out more red foam. 

It's bad. Maybe they messed up, and he will get to actually die this time. 

He hopes so. 

A pair of arms grab his left thigh and stab a short, fat needle through the muscle. The warmth of feeling spreads through his paralyzed limbs, the numbness replaced with a searing pain in the relaxing muscles. It burns as if he was on fire, but from the inside. 

He labels it closer to frostbite than to real fire. He wonders if there will be burns or if it will just be black and blue. 

A mask is forced on his face. He doesn't protest. There's no energy left in him to do so. 

He can feel his lungs decompressing, and the crushing feeling fades. Slightly. 

He isn't grateful for this relief. There's no point. 

"One fifth of a syringe of solution C16 seems to work, although only partially. Taking into account the exceptional resistance to toxic substances of the test subject, I conclude that this portion wouldn't be able to function as intended. Give him a few hours and we will go again, this time with three of ten. Noted? "

"Noted."

The voices fade out into darkness, but the remnants of pain remain. The once stabbing pain turns to a scraping one, and grows in intensity. It's like sandpaper being dragged over exposed muscle tissue. 

He knows that feeling well. 

Denki awakes with a gasp to the sight of the Watcher sitting casually on the edge of the bed, a leather-clad book in his hand. Upon hearing the human groan, he stands up at once. After grabbing a metallic cylinder and removing the cap, revealing a long needle, he stabs it right below Denki's left breast.

Denki fights back, pushing through the fiery pain. He grabs Watcher's arm at the elbow and tries to force it away. His heart is pounding as he struggles with the undead's grip. His mind is buzzing with desperate call outs towards his whole being. He needs to resist, to push him away, to escape. His ferocity grows as more and more of the ampule's contents are pumped into his system. In a last ditch effort, just as barely any fluid remains, he punches Watcher's hand with his own, breaking the needle. 

Before he can turn and attempt to raise up, something pins his body to the bed. His eyes dart between his arms, but the force remains unseen. Blood is now seeping from his small wound.

"Calm down, fool." Watcher pays no mind to Denki's state, retrieving the broken needle tip from his body. He promptly swabs the wound with a piece of gauze. "This is a sedative. It will help the pain. Deep breaths, human." 

Upon hearing his voice, his heart slows slightly. He does as instructed while Watcher observes him carefully. The adrenaline fades out, and panic is replaced by a feeling of shame. 

Shame. He was treated so well, and yet he did something so unthankful. 

"I'm sorry sir." He says weakly, looking down at the slightly bloody gauze.

Watcher scoffs. "Sir? Do not call me that. My title is enough." He offers Denki his hand. "Try to sit up now." 

Stinging pain resonates through his spine as he pushes himself upwards. Watcher's cold fingerbones guide him to rest his back against the wall. He shivers at how cold the stone is, as his loose shirt does nothing to insulate him. 

"How are you feeling now? Any pain, any uncomfortable sensations?" 

"I'm nauseous. My stomach hurts…" In that awful, familiar way. "... but it's just that I'm hungry. The pain is better now. Thank you for the medicine."

The Watcher nods his head. "Wonderful. Let's get this body some nutrients. Come on now." He raises up. 

Denki sighs and slowly moves his legs to the side. He looks down at his legs. They are completely hairless, and the skin is somewhat paler than before. 

What he finds the most surprising is the complete lack of injuries, or even their leftovers. On the pristine skin there is not a single flaw. Not a single scar that he remembers. He takes a closer look, and still he discovers more. His worry grows into fear, and then into panic. 

There isn't a single scar he had before. There isn't a single mole he remembers. His legs, his torso, his arms aren't skinny. 

"This is n-not my body! W-what did you put me in?" He can't believe his eyes. 

This feels like a dream. Or rather a painful, alien nightmare. This isn't him. This is something else. 

He is somebody else. 

"Of course it isn't, human. Your previous vessel would not sustain your soul for more than a few days, maybe weeks if we would be lucky. We transplanted your soul."

"Into w-what?" 

"This vessel has been designed based on your body structure, but has been vastly improved to perform even in the harshest conditions. Your face is still as it used to be, do not be concerned with that." Watcher opens the heavy wooden door, revealing the room behind it. Denki spots a table and a few chairs. “Come on.”

The skeleton leaves. With some effort, Denki is able to lift himself up. His head starts spinning, so he pushes himself up against the wall. He rubs his temple, and that’s when he feels it. 

There’s a sense of heaviness in his arm, a slight delay between the intent and the movement. He moves his arm again, and feels just the same things, on top of a strange feeling of limpness within his muscles. It feels as if the limb was pulled not by itself, but by strings. It feels just like… a puppet. 

He turns towards the door, and places a few careful steps forward. His legs are infested with the same sensation. Although with some difficulty, he manages to move towards the door, all the time paying great attention to each slow step. 

One leg after the other. This time, nothing hurts, more importantly - nothing is broken. He remembers walking with a broken leg. The current sensation is much alike, yet it doesn’t feel as agonizingly painful. Just… strange. 

He passes through the doorway and enters what looks to be a dining room. It is nothing like what he remembers from home - the table and chairs suggest a mainland-style interior. The first thing that catches his attention is the exquisite artistry of the design. Although barely visible from afar, the sides of the black furniture piece are riddled with small silver runes. Despite the overbearing simplicity of their design, he can clearly make out what they represent. A fly. A spider. A scorpion. A moth. A wasp. A hornet. A locust. There is a break and, painted in a golden color, is the same eye symbol as on Watcher’s stole. He approaches the table and touches the decoration softly. The material is hard and cold, like stone. 

“Black marble to be exact.”

Denki snaps towards the undead, who is now sitting in one of the two exquisitely decorated chairs. 

“E-excuse me?” He hopes he just misheard something. If not, that would mean…

“Yes, I can read your mind. How do you suppose I came to know everything about you, Sakurai Denki?” The skeleton laughs, the voice echoing through his empty ribcage. “I asked you about the name out of courtesy. To break the ice, you understand.”

Denki doesn’t know what to think anymore. He walks towards the chair, and glances at the seat. He probes the thin pillow with his hand, and, assured, he sits down slowly. His limbs simultaneously sigh in relief. 

Another door, located behind Watcher’s seat, opens, and a man holding a tray comes into the room. Denki traces his movements as a porcelain bowl is placed in front of him, filled to the brim with grayish rice. Next to the bowl is a simple, metal spoon. 

In the meantime, Watcher takes a clay bowl from the hands of the newcomer. Denki spots white pockets inside it. 

He turns towards the other human. He is wearing a white apron, two thin, drooping strands of gray mustache decorating his wrinkled and worn face.  Despite his well-kept appearance, it was painfully obvious that time has not been kind on this man. Denki spots his slanted eyes and speaks out in Inazuman, shyly. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think you’ve mistaken me with someone.” He looks towards the Watcher, clueless. “Is this… really for me?”

“Is the meal not to your liking, Master Denki?” The chef replies in Inazuman, although his Liyue accent is clear to hear. 

“Master”? Denki quickly shakes his head. “No, no, I just…” He can’t find the right words. 

“It has been long since you ate like this, hasn’t it?” The Watcher asks, and reaches into his bowl. He retrieves one of the wrappings, and undoes it with his thin, skeletal fingers. Much to Denki’s surprise, a round, slightly transparent object is hidden within. It’s outside has an iridescent shine to it. 

“I… yes. I am just…” He clears his throat, looking back to the bowl. 

“Would you like some soy sauce on the side, Master Denki?” The old man smiles gently at him. “Our rice may not be Inazuman, but I prepared it to match seihakumai’s taste as much as possible.”

Denki takes the spoon in his hand, and slowly takes a small amount of grains off the top. He eats them, carefully tasting them. They are somewhat hard and a bit bitter, but fairly good overall. 

“If that wouldn’t be a problem t-then… Yes, please.” 

“I will be back shortly.” The chef leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

Denki takes another portion, this time larger in quantity, and inspects it. He finds nothing except the gray rice on the spoon. After another short moment of hesitation he eats it all in one bite. He takes another spoonful, now sparing just a quick glance. He speeds up, shoving portion after portion of the bare rice into his mouth, so fast that his throat barely has time to swallow before another dose enters his mouth. 

Denki forgot how hungry he was. This rice, as bare and devoid of addons as it is, is the best he had tasted in his life. He doesn’t care if there are pins, needles or razors inside the bowl. He wouldn’t mind them anyway - just the chance to eat rice again is worth all the pain and blood. 

He practically inhales the dish, but tastes not a single metallic drop of his own blood. 

Perhaps he got lucky. 

“T-thank you, I… Thank you!” He exclaimed, earning a nod from the Watcher. Even if he had no lips, Denki could sense he was smiling. 

“That was chef Liao Wei. He has been working here for over fifty years. His cooking is impeccable, I must admit.” Watcher lifts one of the gemstones up to his jaws, and crushes it. The remains drop down on the table, joining a small pile already there. 

“What are those… “ He stops. He steadies himself, and adds in an unsure, whispered tone: “... Watcher?”

“Ley Line Candy. You have heard of Ley Lines before, yes?” 

“Yes, I did. They contain memories, right?”

“That is correct, human. Within this small piece of crystal a memory is contained.” He lifts it up towards the lantern adorning the ceiling, and Denki can see a slight greenish tint on the inside of the candy. “The memory resonates with my Core, and I can experience it again. Those contain Sunsettia. Do you want to taste one?”

“A… Core? Do I have one in this body?”

“Yes, you do have one. It is necessary to keep your soul contained. It should work.” Watcher passes Denki the treat. “Crack it with your teeth.” 

Denki does as instructed, and immediately a peachy sweetness hits his tongue, a sensation of soft pressure on his gums and teeth, just as if he was biting into the fruit itself. He can tell it is a ripe one, just from the taste. He removes the crystal pieces from his mouth, placing them into his empty bowl. The taste lingers for a good while before fading out. 

“This is… fantastic. Truly incredible. How come you are able to get those memories from the Ley Lines?”

“That is a professional secret, I’m afraid.” Again, Denki feels him smile, even despite his skull remaining blank. He senses no sarcasm or mockery in his voice. “Now, Sakurai Denki, I expect you have a lot of questions about your predicament. Ask now, and I will answer you.”

Denki considers this for a moment, before crafting his reply. “Where am I?”

“You are in the city of Castra, the capital of the Necro Archon’s nation. You would not be able to find it on any maps of Teyvat, aside from our own of course. For centuries it has been hidden from mortal eyes.”

“For what purpose? I-if I may ask.” 

The Watcher bites down on another piece of candy. “Strategic reasons. The Necro Archon’s relationship with The Seven is complicated, you see. I’m guessing you want to know more about him?”

Denki nods. Liao Wei comes into the room, and places a small, wooden saucer, filled to the brim with dark liquid. Just a whiff confirms the contents. Much to his surprise, just when he is about to ask for seconds, a bigger bowl of rice is placed in front of him. Chef Liao thwarts his attempt at speaking. 

“I hope you don’t mind, Master Denki, but I brought you a second serving. You don’t look like a bountiful eater.” He bows slightly. “Forgive the comment.” 

“N-no, it’s fine, chef. And please, call me by my name. I don’t deserve-”

“I apologize, Master Denki, but this is what courtesy requires.” He quickly backs towards the door. “Now excuse me, please. I will go prepare the dessert now.”

He leaves before Denki can utter a single word. Watcher chuckles. 

“The Necro Archon chose him personally.”

Denki furrows his brow. “How come? Isn’t he unable to taste? Since, he’s the god of undead…”

“He can take on many forms, both living and undead. Though most times he remains in a skeletal body, on occasion he changes to a mortal one. He visited the official cooking contest under a mortal disguise, one that he removed only in front of the winner.” He sighs. “Liao’s face will forever be ingrained in my mind.”

“What is his name?”

“His divine name is Beleth, although here, in the nation of Umbra, he is known as The Great One.” 

“Great One… If I am allowed to ask, how did he earn this title?”

Watcher scoffs. “His might is beyond comparison in the mainland. Throughout history, The Great One bested gods of power beyond the human mind to comprehend. For centuries He has been watching over the people of Umbra, granting us protection and mercy. Respect is the least we can do in return for His kindness."

"I understand." Denki adds the final spoon of sauce to his food. "What happened to Inazuma while I was… gone?" 

"Well, I don't have good news. The Fatui conspiracy resulted in a civil war, and the introduction of the Sakoku Decree. Inazuma has been sealed off from the rest of the continent."

Denki nods slightly. He moves around the final grains of rice on his plate, speechless. 

What was he expecting even? The Kamisato Clan to rescue the situation? Kujou Sara to see through the lies? The Raiden Shogun to save her loyal subjects? 

His head throbs. He moves his hand to caress his forehead. 

"The sacrifice of yourself and your parents has gone to waste. Nobody questioned the Archon's decision. Especially not the Guuji. Lives sacrificed, by soldiers, nobles and commoners alike, all for nothing."

"S-stop! Do you have to r-rub it in?!" Denki lashes out, but quickly hides his face in his hands. "Just… please. Don't." He does his best to hide the quivering of his voice, to little effect. 

"Not all is lost. You are back, Denki, the last of the Sakurai. The Necro Archon gave you a chance, one you should not waste. A chance for vengeance."

Vengeance. A part of him wants to lie down, to never get up again. He doesn't want to feel the pain of this new body, he doesn't want to remember past agony. He just wants to go, where it doesn't matter. Beyond this world. A part of him wants the peacefulness of death. 

Yet another craves for something more. He held onto his life, his final possession for eight painful years, just to trample on his effort now? He survived, prevailed. He is still young. He has the time to make things right. To make then pay. 

He grits his teeth, and wipes his eyes with his forearm. 

"What is the price?" Denki looks up at the Watcher. "What does The Great One expect in return?" 

"Your services, Sakurai Denki. You will be fed, clothed, kept warm and trained, and as payment the Necro Archon will make use of your skills. You have already been brought back here, have you not?" The Watcher leans forward, and tilts his head slightly. "Rejection of such an offer would be foolish and disrespectful of His generosity." 

Denki takes a deep breath, finally regaining clarity of mind. "I accept the offer. Help me, and I will join your ranks."

"A good choice, human." The Watcher raises up. "Come now. Let us meet your new mentor."

Thanks for reading!

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