A Guiding Hand

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"-Oh, don't be like that. It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"I... Did we really have to-"

"-Ah, ah, ah! None of that! Trust me, you're doing great."

"But- Well, if you say so..."

As the voices get closer, you know for sure that one of them is Zinton. The venom under the sugar is unmistakable. The other voice, though... It's nasally and cracks often, but each word is pronounced with care. It sounds like he's trying to impress someone, if you're being honest. It's the sort of way a kid would talk to a teacher or a parent. So he's probably in middle or high school, maybe? And that would put him... 

'...around Noelle's age,' you realize, just as the two walk into view.

Zinton has his arm slung over the shoulder of a young bird monster. The kid is a little shorter than Noelle, but he's decked out in extravagant armor that makes him look much bigger- Not that it does anything to change the anxious expression on his face and the way he shrinks away from Zinton. The pink Addison has him locked in, though, and by continuing to shower the kid in praise, his ruffled blue feathers are starting to settle into a quieter sort of discomfort.

But that changes all too quickly when you feel your soul hum- And his soul hums in turn. The teen's feathers flare up, he whirls his head to look at you, and he's instantly on guard. Looking closer, listening to the echo of his soul, you see now that he moves through the world differently, just like Noelle. While it's a different sort of ripple than hers, you can see the world shifting for him ever-so-slightly. No matter what kind of cybernetic costume he wears, he's still undeniably different from the Darkners of the Cyber World.

He's a Lightner.

"Oh-ho! Look who we have here! Hello, Y/N, darling~" Zinton purrs at you, eyes narrowed despite his smile. 

"You know them?" The teen whispers loudly.

"Of course! They are a loyal customer, after all.~" You're frozen in place as he steps closer to you. He peers at you through menacingly lidded eyes, his irises a viciously vibrant pink. Usually they're hidden beneath his lashes, since his constant smile keeps him squinting, but now, it's like he's looking right through you. He moves closer, forcing you to step back until you're flush with the wall. 

Leaning in, he presses his long nose to your neck and inhales.

Whatever spell he had on you is broken when you feel his skin against your neck. You're about to deck him in his stupid pink face when he pulls back, lip curled in a disarmingly innocent smile. Unable to contain yourself but not looking to pick a fight with him in front of a kid, you shove him back hard.

"Get away from me," you snarl, skin crawling at the memory of his breath on your jugular.

"You haven't bought anything from the others," he comments casually, raising his hands in surrender and backing away but never dropping his stupid smug smile. "But don't think I can't tell that you've been around them! You're my customer, don't forget~"

"I don't give a fuck about the deal we made! No one in their right minds would ever kill-"

"-You don't care about our deal?" His eyes flash sharply, and you get the distinct feeling that he's trying to redirect the conversation. "Darling, did no one ever tell you how this sort of thing works~?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the bird teen edging away. Unfortunately, your attention draws Zinton's eyes right to him, and the Addison is next to him in a second.

"Berdly! My friend! You're not trying to leave, are you? We have a lot of work to do!"

The avian croaks indignantly.

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