Us? (Errorink) [On Hiatus]

Chapter 33: 《"Weird"》

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-=Paperjam's point of view=-

The guards led us inside as we walked through the twisting hallways. Old paintings adorned the walls with the windows accompanied by porcelain white curtains pulled to the side. As we reached a room, the guards opened the medium double doors, and for the first time ever, I saw what the books said about our creator. A petite shape of a girl, black shoulder-length wavy hair, her bangs was a colour of white, a golden spikey ring above her head, wearing formal attire, and lastly, a black mask covering her face. I felt my mother's hand tremble, I looked at him, his seemed neutral, but I could feel fear radiate from him. What could he be afraid of?

"Ink, I see you brought your child."

Her voice was soft, soothing and calm. She lowered the book she held and turned towards us. A white girl frantically came in behind us with a stack of books, as she carefully placed it on the marble table beside the creator.

"I won't harm him, Ink. If you truly decide to keep him, I can not oppose your decisions."

[Weird, why would she hurt me in the first place?]

The creator spoke, standing up and walking close to us. My mother became tense, but I soon felt his hand gently relax. She then kneeled to my height. She lifted her hand up and patted my head gently with a small chuckle. I tensed up slightly, gripping my mother's arm tightly.

"How adorable."

She giggled lightly, standing up once again and hugging my mother gently. My mother shortly returned the embrace hesitantly and parted.

"Ah, Ink. I heard your son seemed interested in magic attacks and healing. But that is not the only reason why I asked you to come."

"This is Emma, Anika's work partner. Her professional medic."

She turned towards the white curly short-haired girl as she adjusted her glasses nervously, waving a small smile.

"G-greetings, I am Emma Sylvaine. . . It's a pleasure meeting you."

She smiled shyly, adjusting her glasses quite frantically.

"She is more than delighted to tutor Pj privately along with Lucas, as he seemed to catch both their attention."

"T-thank you. . . Your grace."

"My pleasure, dear."

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[Months came. . . And I improved my magic.
Miss Emma is so kind and caring, a lot like Mother.
Mister Lucas is so brave and determined.

Father kept buying me chocolates. . . I never knew why, but I never complained. Their sweet and yummy to eat.

Mother loved painting with me, telling me random stories he had. His pancakes were the best. . . Especially the strawberry jam filled pancake. . .

Uncle Dream and Swap kept hovering around me, asking if I would ever ask for a younger brother. They knew I was not 'intentionally' created, so I had to deal with their bickering.

Lux was the nicest friend I had, despite her being two years older. She taught me many things, and they were so interesting. . .

Her grace was so mysterious. . . She would be sweet, calm, and serious at the same time. It's. . . Confusing. She seemed to like reading and enjoying peace. Just like what the books illustrated. It's quite funny to know children and workers are not aware who created the schools, and even thought that the creator was a simple story.

I would hear whispers and gossips of the horrible 'truth' that lies in the books, yet whenever an elder visits the school, they seem to talk to the younger grades about the story more and the peace and delight that her grace brings. Of course, some believed, but some only mocked them.

I overheard a conversation with my mother and her grace about the buildings. She always reminded him not to tell anyone who did and just take the credit.

[No wonder many praised him for such.]

Yet, he looks reluctant but ends up agreeing. He would always check his notepad that he normally carries in case he forgot something. But. . . He keeps staying up, organising, fixing, and taking care of situations. He ends up being quite careless in some situations and clumsy at times, too. I remember. . .

I remember him carrying boxes from a portal and some papers and scrolls in the doodle sphere. He'd scatter inside those boxes and separate the papers and other form-related papers to its correct format. It would take him hours for it to finish until he found out that he followed an incorrect step in which re-seperating them once again. He even dropped some and had to pick up a big pile of it to organise. He nearly gave up but was motivated once again for whatever matter it was.

I met Kira once, seeing her train was quite an eye-catching event I had experienced other than being trained by Mister Lucas. She offered a few basics I knew and some tips. She was careful and instructful, quite detailed but hesitant. She was also interested in my magic of forming liquid to an object. Sadly, I only managed to replicate some shapes, and others were slightly difficult to.

Nightmare was. . . Quite bland. Expressionless, to be exact. It somehow gives me a tingle of déjà vu. . .

He judges silently, observing any movement that may come in use of him. Similar to her grace, he reads and is more in sitting peacefully. His office looked quite a mess because some papers were scattered, but that was it. I could always hear scribbling against paper inside when I wait for Father to talk to him, sometimes arguing too. I felt tense whenever that happened, seemingly wanting to shut the noise down and cradle myself. Although I always ended up freezing and just listening, silently feeling my hands form fists, wanting to claw my mind out.]

I silently wrote down, a single lamp lit near my bed as I scribbled against the paper with a sharp end pen. My eyes felt droopy, slowly dozing off and shaking myself once again and close the book quietly. I pulled the drawer under my desk gently and laid the book and pen in before closing it carefully without making too much noise. I scurried wearily towards under my blanket and cuddled myself to sleep, absorbing warmth from the soft sheets.