==>Become the Deaf and Blind Seer

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>You aren’t sure what a seer is, in fact, you may never know what a seer is. However, you are deaf and blind, because of a magic anon, and you are helpless. Your eyes are wide open in terror and uncertainty,and you can’thearanything.The world is on mute, the volume turned down and shut off in your mind and you quake. You can’t hear anyone or anything, and your speech is becoming slurred as a result, unable to properly hear the enunciation of your words.A soft whimper escapes your lips as you rubs your eyes with the heels of your hands, hoping that they’ll suddenly, magically, regain their sight to make up for the loss of your hearing.

You’re so afraid. Just like that, you’re reduced to how you were as a child, consoling yourself with false ideas and fantasy things to cope with the sudden change. Granted, it was only 36 hours, 3 days, but to be unable to hear the world you had become to adapted to… to be unable to hear the voices of your long-time friends, your teachers, anyone at all. It was horrible. You were unaware of how to use sign-language, you never had a use for it until this moment, and you weren’t sure if you could trust yourself to speak. You rubs you eyes, and rub, and rub, and the rubbing turns into pulling, and the pulling turns into clawing as you left scratches over-top of the skin of your eyelids, a scream of frustration tearing from your lungs.

Yet it fell upon nothing but your deaf ears.

“Somebody help!! Someone make it go away! Someone, please! Stop it!! Stop it, make it stop!! I said stop it, dammit! Someone make it stop!!”

>Your voice echoes in your empty dorm, yet you cannot hear even that, a simple echo, not even in your brain. You couldn’t even hear the words you were screaming.You were unaware if you you were even screaming at all. Were you even speaking? Was it all in your head? Could anyone hear you, including yourself? Did you even have lungs to scream with?

“Somebody help!!”

You’re in the same location as always, when you hear her panicked voice.  Terezi Pyrope, normally swaggering, confident, blissful in her disregard for her limitations, was never like this.  She sounded terrified, which frightened you to begin with: her voice was loud, uncontrolled, as if she had lost all sense of tone.  You have no idea what’s causing her to be like this, but it doesn’t take you long to track her down and hold a hand to her shoulder, uttering a rushed, harsh whisper.

Terezi?  What’s wrong?  Terezi?

You curse your blindness momentarily.  If you could see her, you might be able to tell what was wrong with her.  Was she injured?  Did she need immediate medical attention?  You didn’t know.  All you could do was ask.