You regret your actions of the past...more specifically chapter 21.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Currently I'm struggling a bit on the outline because of my messy sleep schedule. On the plus side I've thought of a few new ideas/solidified what I think the next few chapters will be about. So that's cool.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

What's happening? Where are the colors? t-The script!?

Kids? Are you here? i-Is this a game of hide and seek?

The lights turn on.

k-Kids?!

A brown puppet is strung around by needle-like strings. You look up, seeing those same strings go on and on till vanishing within the shining white light above.

Who...who are you?

You are no human. You have no body. Yet that is no excuse to not know your master.

m-Master? Do you mean...the director?

Such...insolence. No better than the children you attempt to 'teach.'... That will change when I show you what happens to those who misbehave.

Thousands of screens appear within your view.

My Children!

You...feel such joy. Seeing their faces for the very first time. What a pity, that each one of these children-

*Scrk!

*Will suffer because of you.

What? No. No! Why did she whip h-

"Rachel! Stop this at once! A gift won't ruin the economy or-"

"Susan...your 7, of course, you can't join the milita-calm down! What's the matter with you?"

No! Why aren't the parents giving gifts? Why aren't they letting the kids fight...why...why are the children so sad? W-

"Micha, how could-

"Thomas! For fucks sake-"

"Dicker, For the final time! I-"

Stop it! They shouldn't be fighting! STOP IT!

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Puppet: "I wish we could, NNR."

The puppet outstretched its arms. Making the many needles on its body ring.

Puppet: "But look at us!"

The Puppet's stomach and hands grew to twice their size, bloated with things that could not last.

Puppet: "Broken! Because of you. You told us to have such lofty ideals. Palms open to hold the world you said! And when confronted with reality? We...we...AHHHH-"

MY CHILD!

But it was too late, the puppet's stomach had burst open, and its hands had popped like balloons.

No...no...i-I....

The needle strings wrapped around the hanged head of the puppet. Cutting through the wooden neck and slipping inside the puppet's eyes.

With a few delicate string movements, the mouth began to speak once more.

Me: "Oh, don't blame yourself. It was your no-good director. Fool cared more for testing the government's theories of magic than he ever did about teaching kids. And...you are just an N.N.R., theirs's no way you could've known."

A...A N.N.R? That isn't just my name?

I made the puppet shake what was left of its head.

Me: "It stands for 'Not Normally Real', an entity that exists only in highly specific circumstances. Usually requiring a dose of magic, be it demonic or angelic. Its also common for the caster to need a representation of what idea they wish to give form to.

You represent a teacher of sorts, the one who'll name off simple shapes or count numbers for the youngest of kids. And so your entire being is revolved around that fact, every piece of magic and script and personality aimed for that one goal. Pushing your teaching skills to the absolute limit. In fact, you could even consider your ability to teach a subtle form of mind control, at least that's what the government decided on."

I...I controlled the minds of those poor children?

Me: "Yes...and though it may have been the director's fault, you still ruined their lives. Not a single one of the children I've shown you have lived with even an ounce of joy. Your teachings too cruel to smile with, yet too firmly implanted to get rid of. A curse."

...

Me: "If you do not believe me then you can see it for yourself."

More screens appeared, the voices of pain and anger harmonizing into a melody of agony.

Me: "But do not worry my faithful teacher, I know of a way to undo the curse. One that can work on any human."

p-Please! Tell me! I need to save them! To undo these lessons. To-

Me: "Death."

w-What?

Me: "I thought you were willing to do anything."

i-I am! But...the director told me that was one of the only things I could not s-

Me: "And did the director not lie about the truth of your name? Let your mistakes become graver as decades of teaching passed? Did he not stop supporting you with the magic you needed? Allowing you to be consumed by the nothingness? Making it impossible for you to ever...EVER help your children again?"

...But-

Me: "If you're unwilling to listen I'd be fine with leaving you here. Letting them die naturally via drug abuse or suicide or even ra-

No! I...I promise! I'll listen to every word! Just please...let me help them. Let me undo my sins.

Me: "Hmm...very well then."

The many screens combined as I tugged the puppet's head to them. Letting it be absorbed allowed more free range of movement within the Tv.

And so, the first thing I did was force the puppet's head to smile.

Me: "I shall teach you everything I know of humans...and why the best way to save your children..."

Me: "Is to kill them."

The final section! (Section.)

OOOOH, SPOOKY EDGY GUY...and also the end of this tease chapter.