Pigment (Millard Nullings X Reader)

Carol Danvers, Baby!

"I'm from the future," I told the kids. Is this how it felt to be a protagonist in a Sci-Fi novel? "I come from the year 1972, to be exact, and I'm here about what will happen today. Me and my partner, an invisible man who is currently downstairs, are trying to record information about what everyone does today before the bombing of Cairnholm begins. We have actually been doing this for years now, by relooping September 3rd of 1940 over and ove again. Tonight, the orphanage in the marshy area near this town will be bombed, and only one person comes out of it alive. Any questions?"

The younger kids kept exchanging looks with one another before they all looked to their eldest. She seemed to be taking in all of the information that was given to her, and didn't actually know what to make of it. I must admit, it would be a genius lie if it wasn't for the fact that every single thing I said was true. Sure, I said it in a manner that made it sound more fictional than fact, but that was the point. 

The eldest (okay, it bugged me that I didn't know her name, so I began calling her Sophie) lowered her bat. Her guard was off, and I allowed myself to look smug. At least they weren't bugging Millard, like he was worried they would. Instead, I just told them exactly what was supposed to happen today, possibly ruining their mental stability. At least they'd forget it all by tomorrow.

But then Sophie raised her bat up at me again, and gave me a scary look.

"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard!" She hissed, and I shrugged. "If you don't tell me something believable, I'll..... I'll smash your head in!"

I stopped to think, before saying, "Would you believe me if I told you my actual name is Carol Danvers?"

Sophie seemed hesitant once again.

"Does this mean you will finally be honest with us, Danvers?"

Oh, this was hilarious!

"Okay, look, I can prove that I'm not part of your world," I promised. "With my mind, I am able to bend reality. Just watch."

There was a new trick that Miss Peregrine taught me a couple weeks ago. Through colour manipulation, we also figured out that I can contort visuals for a brief matter of time. It's not complete shapshifting, but it looked like it from afar. It was like when someone projects an image onto a white screen; The screen is still there, but it's appearance was altered slightly.

I pretended to change my appearance entirely. Different coloured hair, and a new set of eyes. For a bit, I tried my best to look like Emma Bloom, with Sandy hair and sharp eyes. The kids in front of me gasped, and Sophie's eyes went wide.

"And, I can do this," I said, and immediately became invisible once again.

One of the kids let out an ugly gasp, and I allowed myself to run down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as I could. I stopped to find myself in the kitchen, and sighed. Everything was completely normal here, and it took me a bit to find Millard. He was crouching near the corner of the kitchen, and I made my way to him.

Bradley Smith was currently making some kind of breakfast that honestly looked like he was trying his best at it. When I got close enough to Millard, I let myself reappear for a split second, so only Millard would notice. This way, I caught his attention without hurting his data.

"Four out of seven of the kids are awake and moving," I whispered.

Mr. Smith was swearing, while trying to get a can of peaches to open with a butter knife, so I didn't worry that he would hear me. Millard wrote down the time of his struggle, and I allowed myself to sit down on the tile floor. Maybe if I didn't tell him what happened upstairs, everything would be fine. Hopefully.