#gach

You've come use to your now lacking vision - atleast enough for you to walk around the orphanage without a guide and close by your home. You couldn't go out and wander freely to explore without getting lost, you still struggle walking on the streets. You use your hand to help guide yourself down the stairs, taking each step slowly, one at a time. You feel someone run into your side.

"Ah- Sorry [Name]!" The boy calls out as he rushes past you still. You could smell something in his hands that makes your stomach growl a bit. You manage to reach the bottom of the staircase as more children rush past you with their quick sorries and shoving. You kept a tight grip onto the railing as they move past you faster.

It only came to your mind that those children were probably chasing after the first boy for whatever food he had. "Hey..." Your voice came out soft as the shouts of the children's scrambling faded away. You turn your head back and let out a soft sigh.

You take a step towards the entrance, feeling for the door handle to realise it was open entirely,  as you lean forward to take the handle, your footsteps a bit forward, though knocking against the bottome small step of the door, causing you to fall forward, using your hands to save yourself from the fall.

"Shit..." You groan a bit as you wipe off the dirt from your hands before feeling around for something to grab on.

"[Name]?" Olive's voice calls out as a couple of steps came and a hand found itself in yours to help pull you off the ground as you caught yourself from falling once again. "What are you doing outside?" Olive had been coming over more and more recently - you can only assume she possibly feels some weird sort of guilt for your loss of sight or pities you. Though you honestly don't mind her coming around more now that people don't hang around you so much anymore - not including Tamsy. That boy seems to be attached to your hip with gorilla glue. 

"I wanted to go on a walk." You state simply. You want to, but you know you can't really go out alone. "Shouldn't you wait for someone to escort you?"

"Mhm, I'm gonna look for a big stick. Then I can use it to help me walk." You let go of Olive's hand as you reach out in front of you, touching a lamp pole as you got far enough before turning left towards the exit, keeping your hand out to the side to feel for the lamp poles with each step, counting them as you pass each one silently.

"There isn't that many trees around... And I doubt you'll find big enough of a stick for that." Olive's voice was right behind you - telling you that atleast she was keeping up with you atleast.

"Well I can hope. Maybe it can be like a cool vital instrument. Walking stick!" Your voice laughs and jokes softly. You had gotten a vital instrument before this all happened. It appeared during that night, you managed to attack and harm a trash beast

Your hand grabs for the bandana that shifts in appearance as you swing it, slicing through the neck of the beast as it crumbles into pieces. A vital instrument now in your hands.

You've attempted to summon it after, though it didn't seem to do anything after. What happened to it now, did it break? did you lose it and you've been wearing a different one all this time? You can only imagine what could be the reason for this sudden change. Maybe because of your injury... Your vital instrument doesn't work anymore?

Though it wouldn't make any sense, why would your vital instrument stop working when you got hurt and it didn't break? Your thoughts stop as you touch the wall, feeling along to find the arch that lead out of town, continuing your walk.

"[Name]. We should walk back..." Olive spoke behind you as you continued to walk ahead. "We're going to get lost."

"No we won't." You hum and turn towards the voice with a smile. "You're with me. So you'll make sure we can't get lost." Your voice hums happily as you turn back around, walking along the path - now one without anything to lead you along as your feet step ahead - were you going straight? did you curve into the road or dirt? You truly don't know.

You stop a moment, bending down to sit on the ground, reaching to grab your shoes, tugging them off. "[Name]?!" Your feet free as you pull your socks off as well, keeping them in your arms as you feel the dirt and rocks beneath your feet. You've trailed off the road towards the dirt atleast you can tell that. You push yourself off the ground, balancing yourself as you take a step ahead, using your feet to tell you what is ahead.

You start to speed slightly taking smaller steps as you can only assume your body adapted to going down a small hill. You reach out as you walk, feeling a wooden tree infront of you. You smile a bit, letting the bark texture press into your hands as you slowly move your hand along the bark, you can only imagine what this tree looks like, is it covered in leaves? did it's leaves fall off yet or could it be dead. So many questions linger in your mind for a moment.

"[Name]! Slow down! You're going to trip." Olive seemingly managed to catch up to you now after your walk around in the dirt. You hold the tree, walking around, using it to help spin you around and around. "I'm fine Olive! Look at me gooo!" You chirp a bit as you spin around the tree.

Olive watches you for a moment before a small smile rests on her face at seeing you have some sort of fun, the first fun you've seemed to have in a honest while... The first fun she has ever seen you have since she got adopted. She always felt you never were truly free and happy with every responsibility on your shoulders.

Now you don't seem to dread that weight anymore - as sad as you express now to be - she knows the part of you that disappeared in the role of caretaker will eventually come back up, the real [Name]... the [Name] that she had given their name to.

A sudden scream cuts off your two's fun as your head turns in the direction in hopes something would tell you what is going on. Olive reaches to grab onto your wrist. "[Name]. We need to go." The fear in her voice catches your attention. "What's going on?" You can only ask as she pulls your wrist.

"Trash beasts... They're... they're breaking into the safe zone..." Trash beasts? this far out? Considering you don't know how far you truly walked away from the town, the rattling of fences, it tells you that you walked out further than you thought you did.

You stay still for a moment as Olive grips onto your hand, though her body freezes up, stopping pulling on your hand entirely. You felt your own stomach drop at realising what could be happening. The trash beast spotted the two of you.

You should be running, yet your body didn't react that way. Something told you to stay put in that moment. You pull your hand away from Olive as you stood what you believed was in front of her. Your head focused forward as you notice something off right in front of you, a thread of red?

"[Name]... We need to-" The beast suddenly rushed forward, Olive grips onto you as her eyes shut tightly behind. This was it, her death to the hands of a trash beast.... though in a couple of moments, nothing happened. Her eyes opened to see you standing infront of the fallen beast, it was right on the ground, struggling to pull itself up off the ground.

You stood there almost still, your hands held out as your bandana fell down around your neck. Your head turns towards Olive who stares back at you.. Though something was different as she stares at you.

The soft glow in your eyes. A bright color she couldn't take her eyes off of.

You on the other hand stared in the direction she was in. Threads of colors filled your vision. Colors of bright reds, greens and orange fill your back vision. The one thread moves around in directions, such as the one infront of you moments ago

Your gaze glances at the one thread in your hand that leads right down to the floor, you just pulled on it and clearly something happened now that the trash beast didn't attack you. You look back towards the orange thread, it was shaking around in it's spot as it seemed to match the tone of Olive's voice.

"[Name]? What happened... The beast just fell to the ground"  You look back at the thread infront of you, the red thread still in your hand, did you tugging on this thread cause the trash beast to tumble forward and not hit you? the thread pooling around the ground as it slips from your hands in that moment before it moved to shoot up. You push back, forcing you and Olive to move backwards as Olive looks to see the beast shooting up from it's laying position.

"It got back up! How did you...?" Her eyes wonder back over towards the bandana around your neck, and the glowing hue in your eyes. It suddenly hit her on what was going on - and it seemed to come to a realisation to you as well 

"I think... It's my vital instrument." You reach up to your neck as you glance down, the glowing hue of color around your neck and white threads wrapped around your wrist tells you this, your ability must have adapted to your now lacking sight somehow and given you this ability.

You watch the thread of red in front of you move, following the thread as you reach and grab onto it once again. As you pull it to the right, the beast swerves right to run into what you could only imagine is a rock or tree of sorts based on the noise.

"I can see these threads... I think it's telling me what's going on!" You turn your head towards the orange thread behind you. Olive steps back as she watches you. "You can see threads? I can't see any..." Her eyes glance around, it was clearly something only you could tell. Atleast she can tell you aren't in full danger if you can predict the future a bit.

"Yeah its like.. connected to that thing infront of me. Every time I pull on it, I hear it bashing into stuff or falling like you said." You watch the thread move jaggedly up as it disappears slowly, guessing that the beast  was catching up to the thread itself.

 You back up, feeling the wood of a tree pressed against you, You glance behind, there wasn't anything to tell you what was truly there, yet the feeling of bark against your skin tells you enough to know. You glance back as the thread is going straight towards you, you pull it forward before pushing to the side, feeling the beast rush past you suddenly. The large noise of the beast ramming into the tree, you use it as a stepping stone to push you up the tree, you continue to reach and climb up, feeling for the next possible branch before reaching as high as you think you could go before deciding to jump down the tree in hopes the thread would catch you.

You hear your name being screamed for a moment as you fall, you shut your eyes for impact though you stop suddenly as the thread couldn't be pulled anymore, you push your leg out, feeling the ground maybe an inch away as you pull the string once more - snapping in your hands suddenly. As the body of the beast falls to the ground with a 'thump!'.

"It's disintegrating... " Olive tells you as she stares at the body disappearing. You stare right towards where you heard olive's voice, the orange thread fades slowly to a green then white color before the threads disappear from your own sight.

"Holy shit." Olive looks over to you as the glow of color fades from your eyes and bandana. "I just did that..." You still stuck in that awe state, a voice calls out towards you  "Hey..."  You hear some footsteps approach. "You dealt with that Trash Beast... We can't thank you enough..." The voice thanks you over and over. "Please do something for you. Anything"

"It's no problem, really." You wave your hand out slightly. You smile towards them as a warm feeling in your chest bubbles up. 

You aren't useless... 

You stop for a moment before thinking. "Actually... There is one thing you could do for me."

...

"You almost got killed by a trash beast?!" Tamsy seemed more worried about you than you are. You were stuffing your own face with fries as you finish up chewing your food and swallowing. "Mhm! I killed it too! My vital instrument started to work again. Though it was weird." You reach towards the basket of fries, feeling to grab another one in your hand.

"It's like it gave me vision or something... Like these threads or something that tells me the future." You chew on the fry after dipping it in your saurce of choice. Tamsy stares at you. You got some weird sight? You defeated a trash beast? What the hell?? 

"It's really weird, I mean, I can activate it willingly.." You swirl your fry in your sauce as you think for a moment. You close your eyes before the glow comes back as you open your eyes to glance at Tamsy, or at least the thread that would be coming off of the boy. "It's like... Oh! You know that manga about the guy with that blue and red power and his blue eyes are really sensitive but he can see information about-"

"I don't read comic books. it's not literature" "Boo Tamsy! You gotta read it! Manga is real literature!" As you finished up your food, deactivating your ability in the process, Tamsy took a thread to wrap around your wrist loosely as he takes your hand in his. 

"Let's get going. We don't want to stay out too late. You can complain about your bad literature another time." Before you could get even a bit pouty and annoyed you could hear the slightest humour in his voice that you smile a bit and shake your head.

"Fine Fine. But you gotta read them sometime! I promise it's good." Tamsy looks at you and smiles softly. "Whatever you recommend, I know it will be good." You stop for a moment before realising something.

"I can't read anymore!" Tamsy stares at you before a laugh slips out from him, a decently loud one - with a small snort - as he uses his free hand to wipe away any tears forming from the laugh. "It's been months and you only noticed now." His voice was soft and amused at you. You're so funny and adorable with that.

The rest of the walk went as normal, Tamsy continued to listen to you as you both reach the front door.

Tamsy pushes open the door to help you inside carefully to make sure you don't trip over anything. Though he heard screams and a shout from the living room. A bottle smashing against what seems to be the wall or someone's head - Tamsy honestly couldn't tell.

Your head turns in the direction and start to step in that direction. "[Name] we should go-" The tugging of the thread wrapped around Tamsy's wrist  was strong as you push towards the door to push open the door of the living room. Tamsy glances in the room at the sight.

The younger children - some his age as well - were all huddling and hiding within the room as the man who drank too much stood around the room.

"All you shits! Who went diggin' round and stole my shit. I'll kill you!" He shouts louder. Your hand tugs on the thread and Tamsy attempts to pull you back, though it snaps with ease suddenly. 

You move your hand up slowly as you push down the bandana around your eyes, the threads of different colors around the room let you figure out what was going on barely. Though based on the one bright red, and angry, you knew this was the caretaker.

"I did." You state simply towards the guy, the lie simple as it comes out. He glances back towards you as he swings the bottle right towards your head. Threads of red appear in your own vision as your hand moves, gripping onto it, pulling it down, causing the guy to stumble and smash the glass down on the ground.

You step back a bit as you glance behind you towards the children - where the rest of the threads stood - your head nudging towards the door to tell them to move. The older children grab onto the little ones and pull them out as they rush away quickly. You see a red thread aiming towards you as you move back quickly as it swings at your head. Your hand grabs onto the thread as you move to the side.

A second thread aimed for your stomach that you dodged as it swung fast past you. It swung back though as you focused on that, the other hand moved to swing down at your head. You knew you couldn't react in time so you were ready to accept your fate before you see in a single second tons of red threads around you before something shot around the room, grabbing the body and arms of the man, stringing him up like a puppet - you can only imagine it's Tamsy.

"[Name]." Tamsy grips onto what you could only assume is his vital instrument - too large for the boy to hold in one hand. He watches you as you glance back at him. Sudden a rush of children come out, crying and calling your name once again as you bend down to their heights.

"[Name]! It was scary!" "[Name] you can see again?!" "[Name] hug me!" Wails and cries surround you as they pull and tug on your arms and torso to get you down.

You missed this feeling, the feeling of being needed by them. You relax in the moment, letting it take you before your eyes glance up, the one thread that was attacking you earlier still hanging up in what you could only assume is Tamsy's ropes while Tamsy still in the back. The person still tied in blue ropes, a gaging and choking sound coming out of him.

You glance back down at the children clinging to you, these children who wish for you to be able to step up and take over the orphanage once again. The same routine as before.

You realise something. You can't do what you did before. You can't be what these children want you to be. Not again. You can't be the only one holding up the home and then let it crumble and break away again at your disappearance

You hold the children close to you before you shut your eyes, the glow disappearing as you slowly stand up, making the children let you go.  You look in the direction Tamsy the thread still red around him as you glance back at him. "You can let him down."

Tamsy stares at you like you were insane. "He was going to hurt you, [Name]." He states to you. "Why won't he do that once he is let go." You could hear the male starting to struggle to breath, the thread of red dimmed down into an orange as it became more jaggered and seemingly panicked. You could feel the struggle and pain he is in.

"He won't... If you keep doing this, he is going to die from your ropes." Tamsy would rather want that to happen. This guy has done more shit to you that he could probably count on his hands. As much as the idea of killing someone isn't good in Tamsy's mind. He'd rather watch the man be on the edge of death before letting him go and then repeating it over and over again til Tamsy believes its enough. Though as you look at him, he can't do it. He taps his vital instrument on the ground as the ropes shift back, wrapping around the distaff before it changes back into it's original form.

"Thank you." You smile softly in his direction. The boy felt warm inside at hearing your praise. Though he couldn't help but watch you. You're still so sweet and kind to someone who has brought so much suffering on you. What an angelic, passionate, and kind person you are. He smiles a bit at your praise, and praising you himself.

You turn towards the person gasping for air as the children grip onto the back of your pants. "Now listen to me." You don't see how the man's gaze glances up towards you as you stand over him.

"We are going to have a talk. Like two adults." You state out to him as you hold a hand towards him. "No cursing, beatings or using weapons. Just a conversation."

One that will hopefully create a better foundation for this home.

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So you talked.

The first time you've ever sat down with the man who has tormented your childhood after you came into this life. Everything came out, the suffering you've lived in, the lack of food and pain he gave you and everyone.

Tamsy stood outside door while you talked with him - he could only listen as his hand grips onto the distaff in his hand.

His face scrunches up at each word that came out of that man who was probably sitting across from you. The sob story of a century. The death of his spouse due to the polluted zones as she was a scavenger. How she use to be his everything before she died and that's why he fell into shit.

Before Tamsy left, he saw the red rope imprints in the man's skin - some that would turn to blue later on - everything Tamsy did to him to hold him back from harming you. Tamsy wishes he could have continued to strangle the man. 

"Sorry."

That word that Tamsy heard come out of your mouth made him feel angrier. His grip so tight that he could have snapped the distaff in his hand apart. You never have to apologize to that monster. Why the hell are you reasoning with him. He gave you shit for years and that's what you tell him?!

You should have gotten rid of him, let Tamsy continue to choke the air out of his lungs. You don't deserve to sit across from that monster and say you're sorry.

"Sorry for what I have caused."

Like hell he is. Tamsy is seething. He grips onto his own distaff more as he glances down at it. He could just walk in and strain the guy once again. That guy is useless to his weapon... But then you would be upset. He has to let you continue to talk.

Though every moment he stands outside that door, listening in makes him more and more upset. Tamsy glares down at the weapon in his hands. He presses against the door still, his hands tight around the distaff. If he hears one more sorry or apologetic word come from your mouth, he is going to burst in there...

While on the otherside of the door, you had to make a choice. One that would change the fate of the orphanage itself. You had to decide all of this. But you knew what you wanted to do. The threads gone by now, you kept your powers off, you wanted to show the man you trusted him not to attack you.

"I want you to leave the orphanage." 

You stated simply. You press your hands together before you take a deep breath. "I'm not telling you to leave straight away. For the next two years, I will be here to take care of the place while you pick yourself up, find a replacement and get a home." You explain a bit towards the man across from you. "I may have accepted your apology, but many others won't. And I want everyone to be safe, with or without me around."

"You don't have a job any more with those men since you lost your vision."

"Earlier today, I managed to get a job. The company of people who fix up the fence around the polluted zone and build the walls around the town.  They gave me the job to keep the trash beasts from getting through when they are building or repairing. So don't worry."

The man was silent for a moment, his life in this house, one he built up from the beginning with his wife. The woman of his dreams, the one who died in bed holding his hands as she was trying to discover more plants before she got sick from being nearby the polluted zones. She started the orphanage and cared for all the children that came and went.

He loved her, he did everything for her. He fell so far from who he use to be, drowning in drinks for years - slowly killing himself. He glances back up at you. He can tell how determined you are, his heart tugging at strings at seeing the reminder of his wife in you. He turned into shit, someone his wife would have hated.

The only way to have his wife forgive him... is to let it all go.

"Alright. I'll start finding a job... and I'll get someone new." He pushes himself out of the chair before turning around. "I won't upset her anymore..."

You listen as you hear him walk away. You push yourself out the chair to reach and start walking towards where you remember the door is, you gently grab the handle before pulling it and slipping through the door.

"Why did you forgive that prick." Tamsy's voice suddenly fills your ears, making you jump slightly at the sudden noise. You rest your hand on your chest as you let out a small laugh. "You scared me Tamsy."

"Sorry. Still, why did you forgive him. I wouldn't have. Especially what he did to you all these years." You could hear the hiss in his tone of voice. You glance in Tamsy's direction.

Why did you forgive him? You could have easily just left him to suffer and force him to leave the orphanage right away. 

"Holding a grudge against him won't do anything in the long run." You hum softly. " I think that because I finally got to have a conversation with him, learn about him and what he has been through... I managed to understand and become a better person out of that. And I can hope he will too."

You smile a bit before a laugh comes out softly. "Plus, I've forgiven my parents over the years... If they never let me go, I probably would have never met you." You tell the boy softly before continuing your way up the stairs. You felt lighter than before, maybe it was getting all of that off your chest.

Tamsy was left standing there, he watches you as you walk away from him. You're a perfect person. So forgiving and understanding even to the monsters of this world who bring you down. He can only wish to be as forgiving as you.

Tamsy's eyes glance back towards the room where the man sat. He glares towards it for a moment. He would never be able to forgive someone like that who harmed you. Though he is partially hypocritical at those words. He's thankful for your parents abandoning you even if that caused you pain.

If he ever ran into your parents, he would thank them first... before making them suffer for hurting you.

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Mc's actual ability is revealed. So have a yap fest~

MC's ability is entirely focused on them seeing small bits in the future to change and use to their advantage. It comes out as a bunch of threads they can redirect and make the moves unstable for their opponent. It can immobilize or even kill. Their eyes are the 'sacrifice' made to be able to see in the future in their ability - which Enjin mentions to Semiu during chapter 131 that she could go blind if she looks into the future too far after placing her name on her vital instrument. MC had just lost their sight when unlocking their vital instrument and so they've gotten the ability of time without needing another sacrifice, though they don't have their name on their vital instrument either like Semiu yet. The threads are just a reference to Tamsy lol as it goes into showing how different they are as people. Also the colors are a small reference to tell [Name] how people feel.

Originally the caretaker was actually going to die to Tamsy's hands in the last chapter during the concept phase of writing this book. I ended up scrapping it as I changed the point in time of when Tamsy would actually be willing to straight up kill someone who hurts [Name]. And because MC's life had been so dark, I needed [Name] to have some sort of a resolution for their childhood section of the story. The caretaker is in no way a good person, the only reason he is getting forgiven here by [Name] is because [Name] as a person wants to believe that past actions don't determine a person so they can grow as a person too.