UNDER SUPERVISION [COMPLETED]

09 - Details Check

Chan's POV

Joshua simply shot a smile at us while we walked towards the mess. While the shorter guy gave me a puzzled look.

"So what brings you here today, Sowon-ssi?" He asked. On a closer look, he wore a trench coat with a black turtle neck under and similar coloured pants.

"Woozi, we need to fill out details regarding Lee Jung Chan's ability Scribe's Text."

"Lee Jung Chan...," The shorter person known as Woozi muttered. He looked up and thought for a bit while holding his chin. "Hyung, can you pass some papers from the corner?"

"Sure."

"Come sit on that stack of papers there, Lee Jung Chan." He gestured me to a pile that had piles of papers on it in their packaging. Was there a reason for only the presence of one chair? The chair that Woozi sat in?

I sat down anyways, surprisingly comfortably.

"Would you mind explaining what Scribe's Text does?"

Here we go.

"Anytime anyone touches my skin, this entity called Scribe kills them. Usually with stabs from it's claws. Every time Scribe does so, Scribe sends a message to me on my phone with the human being called 'a piece of plastic' all to 'protect me' and whatnot."

"Can you communicate with Scribe?"

"Yes."

"Elaborate please."

"Scribe can't communicate with me physically. Only with texts and... calls..."

I've never actually heard Scribe before but I can remember it clearly.

Picking up the phone, "Scribe, I've told you repeatedly." Mom started with a low grumble that increased as the call went on. It was past midnight and only the streetlights made anything visible in the vast darkness that engulfed the night. "Don't harm anyone around him unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Seeing her state of distress struck a cord with me. But I couldn't communicate with the being.

She paused her raging self as she heard the response. Grumbling in frustration as such. "Look. As long as my husband and I are around, I won't allow you to do so." Another jumble of words strung across to her ears. "It's a deal then." She quickly snapped the phone down and turned around towards the door.

I never understood what that situation meant at the time but I knew it helped me befriend all the other kids at school. To play and have fun with them but...

"Is it possible for you to ask Scribe to not harm anyone who touches you?"

It's been a year or was it two since I haven't seen both of my parents. Irene gifted me my own phone which had basically nothing but her own contact number in it. A chime happened, and a pop-up notification popped up.

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Hello Chan.

How are you?

Chan

Hello

Who are you?

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I'm the one who protected you all this time

From all the garbage that every other human is