𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

"Wait, so you're telling me that this thing makes noise?"

"Yes, but only when there's danger."

Jschlatt stared at the bell that hung from a wooden post on a cobblestone pedestal, meant to alarm people that the village was in danger. 

Usually it would signal that pillagers were raiding the village.  Pillagers wasn't the official term, but that's what people tended to call the nomads that constantly stole from them and killed their people. 

"Can I make it make noise," Jschlatt asked.

"No, because people will freak out.  And for you to keep seeing things, we need you to keep a low profile," Wilbur replied.

Wilbur turned to walk down the hill that the bell sat on, but tripped on a stone stair.  He had failed to see the stair case up the hill.

Before he could go toppling downward, two arms wrapped around his waist, holding him upright.

"Don't tell me you're fucking blind Wilby," Jschlatt said.

No response.  Wilbur had completely missed an entire staircase, he might as well be blind!  And he constantly tripped or walked into things, and constantly missed minor things.  He knocked over small things constantly, and people always laughed at him, but he just didn't see some things. 

"Come in Wilbur~" Jschlatt said in a seductive tone.  "Tell me, are you blind~"

Still no response.  Wilbur didn't need another person laughing at his poor eyesight. 

"Tell me Wilbur, how many stair are there~"

Wilbur looked down at the stair case.  Towards the middle, things were a bit blurry, but closer to the bottom everything merged together creating a mess of colors and warped shapes.

He had always thought this was normal, so wouldn't Jschlatt not be able to count the stairs either?  Or maybe since he wasn't human he saw things better.

"There's sixteen stairs Wilbur," Schlatt said, a little annoyed.  "Seriously dude, can you not fucking see?!"

Wilbur just solemnly shook his head.  Still no words.  Jschlatt sighed, and pulled Wilbur closer towards him.  Then he removed an arm from the human's waist.

He slipped something on Wilbur's face that was held up on the bridge of his nose.

It was a gold pair of rounded glasses.

The bottom of the staircase was much clearer now, and Wilbur could clearly see all sixteen steps.

"Better Wilby~"

Wilbur stood up a little straighter, looking around.  He was finally seeing the world clearly.

He could see every separate blade of grass and leaf on trees.  He could see every shape and thing in the distance. 

A smile crawled onto Wilbur's face, spreading ear to ear.

"This... this is so much better!  Thank you."

Jschlatt felt something.  He never had this feeling before.  No one had ever thanked him either.

He was the devil for primes sake!  No one was grateful for him, and everyone saw him as a bad guy.  He was a monster, heartless, and soulless.

Yet Wilbur had just thanked him.

He hadn't even done anything major, just gotten him a pair of glasses.

"Come on, there's one more place I want you to see," Wilbur told him.

Then he grabbed Jschlatt's hand and began to lead him down the hill, looking at everything, seeing it all for the first time.