Shit.. you really messed up.

It was stupid of you— really. You were stupid enough to belive that you could enjoy the Doll Festival with some friends; but of course, something just had to ruin it all.

You didn’t quite know what to do. Awkwardly standing still while Rudo, Riyo, Zanka, and Enjin all fought against Mymo. Hell, even Fu and Amo were being more productive than you. You weren’t quite physically strong, but you knew that. You always did.

Legs shaking; gripping your vital instrument in one hand while the other was balled in a fist. It all happened too soon— and you didn’t know what you were thinking when you jumped in front of Mymo getting ready to attack Enjin and the others.

You wanted to protect them.. not hurt them.

Your eyes open in a daze as you slowly flutter them open. The world was hazy and blurry, and you felt lightheaded. As you stir awake, on the verge of tears, you could only make out Enjin, the man who was like a father to you, crouched next to you.

But when he looked back up to meet your eyes— the only thing you were able to focus on was the blood pouring out of his scalp.

Blood.

Oh, God.. Tears already pricked your eyes, and you realized that you didn’t protect anyone; Enjin jumped in front of you at the last second, which was why you remained unharmed from the explosion.

One of your hands cover your mouth, tears falling and rolling down your cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry!” You gasp out, clutching your chest with your hand. “I’ve made e-everything worse..! ..I really didn’t mean to!”

He puts a hand on your back. “It wasn’t your fault, kid.” He mutters. “I was just unlucky enough to hit my head.”

“No.. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place!” You hic out, the once small sobs turning into a panic attack.

Pulling you in closer, shielding you from the world with his umbrella, Enjin didn’t say much. Just a small, “I’ve got you.”