I pulled at the strings in front of me. Untangling them and giving the nightmare lords back control over their bodies. Most think that it is the Nightmare Master controlling them. I guess he still is since he's telling me what to do. Should I feel regret about doing this, or perhaps disgust? 

Of course, but after cutting out my own emotions, I felt nothing really. I don't know how word of my abilities got out. Most people just knew me as a useless blind kid born to an important family. No one knew that, despite being blind, I could still see things. These things are what I call strings. 

It's a little hard to explain, but I guess I can still try. Strings are something everyone has, and each of them represents their emotions and other things. When I move the strings a certain way, I can control someone's body completely. I can also use them to look into someone's mind. Not only seeing their memories, but literally seeing out of their eyes. 

The strings are my only way of seeing the world. Even though it is a bloody and unfair world, if I had emotions. I probably would be happy that I got to see it. I can also cut out memories and emotions, but I can't quite remember how. I know I did it to myself, but I have no memory of doing so. 

I somehow knew the Nightmare Master was coming for me and prepared myself. Which he claims is a breach of our contract, but since I'm not dead, it must not be true. He's just pissed off that I bested him. Brushing away those thoughts, I grasped Ringmaster's string and was about to unravel them when a nightmare eye appeared in front of me. 

How did I know? Well, those things aren't exactly the quietest creation. Nor were the steps of the person following behind it. Who, of course, has to be the Nightmare Master. I mean, he's the only one who knows I exist since I can't leave this place. 

Not even the other nightmare lords know I exist. I wonder what they would do if they not only knew about me but knew that it was actually I who controlled them. Would they forgive me thinking of me as the victim? Would they blame and hate me? I won't know until all of them complete their first trial. 

As my contract states, I can't leave until all of them escape. 

Stepping away from the string, I bowed in the direction I heard the eye. "Hello, Nightmare Master. May I ask what brings you here?"

He chuckled, knowing I addressed him in front of the eye on purpose. I think it amused him that I would dare to do this; it's kinda hard to tell emotions when I was not only blind but also emotionless. Usually, I would look at people's strings. However, under our contract, I couldn't do that. Still, how could I not do something?

He had told me ahead of time that he was going to be broadcasting this year's trial to the whole of Nightmare Land using the eyes. Then he walks in here with one of them filming me and expects me to do nothing. I would have considered that funny. 

"I was thinking, since you aren't really contributing anything to the show, that you can do something for me."

I tilted my head and flashed him an emotionless smile. "What do you want me to do, some tricks?" 

Before he could respond. I hopped onto one of the remaining strings and walked out to the middle of the hole. Did I forget to mention that I live in the huge nightmare eyes up in the sky? Or that my room has a vast hole in the middle of it, and the only reason I don't fall to my death is the strings I weave across it. Of course, since I released a few strings, parts of it are now uncovered.  

Throwing my hands to the side, I let myself fall back. I fell through the air for a second before my knees caught on a string. Okay, so I might have weaved actual string throughout the fall, so I never actually fall to my death. I might be emotionless, but I don't want to die either. 

I glanced up at the Nightmare from my upside-down position. "How was that?" 

He hadn't even bothered to step out of the shadows, not at all afraid that I would die. I think he was afraid that if he got too close, I could see his strings without even trying. I didn't bother to tell him that was impossible. 

"Just get back up here." Was his only response to my words. 

I climbed up easily using the strings that I had placed. I might be blind, but I have been here for too long not to know where everything is. Granted, I fell the first couple of times, but the Nightmare Master saved me. I sat down in the middle, on top of what was left of the nightmare lord's strings after pulling myself back up. 

"So... If you don't want me to do tricks, then what exactly do you want me to do? Only I can see the strings, so my ability isn't something that can be shown off. Unless you want me to torture someone using their strings in front of the camera. A little been there, done that, but it's whatever."

"Are you done?" He asked with a sigh. "For someone with no emotions, you speak too much." 

"Rude," I stated in response. 

A low growl of annoyance left him probably before he could stop it. He never likes to show his emotions to me since I always offer to cut them out, since they are bothering him so much. Just because the contract states that I can't touch his strings without permission. Does not mean I can't ask him. There are so many things I can do to him once I get permission.