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this is from her sister's pov. (seok yaebin)

Among the countless lives altered by the meteor, my little brother was one of them.

My name is Seok Yaebin, and Matthew is three years younger than me. To everyone else, his story begins with a meteor. To me, it begins with a birthday.

⤷ May 28, 2006.

The day Matthew was supposed to turn four.

Our hometown in Vancouver was filled with sunshine that afternoon. Family members crowded the house, relatives brought gifts, and everyone was busy preparing for the celebration. I remember hearing laughter from every corner of the yard. It should have been one of those memories that stayed warm forever.

Instead, it became the day that changed my brother's life.

While the adults were occupied entertaining guests, Matthew wandered away on his own. Nobody thought much of it. He had always been curious, always exploring places he wasn't supposed to.

Somewhere near a grassy field behind the party, he found a crystal fragment.

At the time, none of us knew what those crystals truly were. The meteor had only struck weeks earlier, and reports about its effects were still scattered and uncertain.

To a child, it probably looked enticing—a tiny glowing gem hidden in the grass that looked like a candy.

When Matthew found it, he picked it up.

And somehow, before anyone could stop him, he swallowed it.

No one saw it happen.

No one knew.

Not even me.

I regret every single thing about it.

But, who am I to blame? I was only 7 that time.

I was also ignorant.

The party continued as if nothing had changed.

But something had.

In the years that followed, I watched my brother become someone trapped between moments.

Before that day, Matthew's ability was harmless. He could occasionally skip short distances without meaning to, but it never caused any real concern. After the crystal entered his system, everything changed.

The skips became longer.

More frequent.

More dangerous.

Sometimes he would disappear from one room and reappear in another.

Sometimes objects moved without explanation.

Sometimes entire conversations vanished from his memory as if they had never happened.

I remember the fear in our parents' eyes whenever it happened. I remember how hard they tried to find answers. Hospitals became routine. Specialists came and went. Researchers studied him. Scientists ran tests.

For years, nobody could tell us what was wrong.

And all the while, Matthew continued losing pieces of himself.

The memory loss started small. Forgotten errands. Forgotten names. Forgotten promises.

Then it became birthdays he couldn't remember celebrating.

Vacations he couldn't remember taking.

Moments that mattered.

Moments that should have stayed.

As his older sister, there was nothing more painful than watching him smile through it.

Even now, I don't know if that's bravery or stubbornness.

Maybe both.

Years later, the truth finally emerged. Research surrounding the meteor revealed that exposure to its crystalline fragments could drastically alter a person's abilities, amplifying them while introducing dangerous side effects unique to each individual.

Everything pointed back to the fragment Matthew swallowed on his birthday.

His uncontrollable version of The Glitch.

His memory loss.

His exhaustion.

His disconnection from reality.

All of it traced back to that single moment.

That moment when I was an ignorant, 7 year old child.

Oh, the regret in my heart... The regret that I am feeling while I write this.

Until this day, my heart is heavy. I couldn't do anything to help my little brother. It was my responsibility as the older sister. I believe, my parents think so too.

When Vindicate Academy was established to monitor and educate individuals affected by the meteor, Matthew was admitted almost immediately. For the first time, he was surrounded by people who understood what he was experiencing—people whose powers had been warped by the same phenomenon.

I was relieved.

For years, our family had felt alone.

Now he finally had a place where he belonged.

Today, Matthew is a third-year student at Vindicate Academy. Most people know him as the cheerful one. The guy who jokes around. The one who always seems optimistic no matter what happens.

What they don't see are the journals.

The reminders.

The effort it takes for him to hold on to memories that most people never have to think twice about keeping.

Sometimes I wonder how much of our childhood he still remembers.

Sometimes I'm afraid to ask.

But despite everything he's lost, Matthew keeps moving forward.

He keeps making new memories.

Keeps making new friends.

Keeps choosing to smile.

And maybe that's what I'm proudest of.

Because even when The Glitch takes pieces of his past away, it has never managed to take away who he is.

i̷ ̴w̸a̵n̶t̸e̸d̴ ̷t̵o̴ ̸w̸r̷i̸t̷e̸ ̷t̸h̵i̷s̶ ̵f̴o̷r̵ ̸y̸o̵u̶,̶ ̶m̷a̴t̶t̵h̴e̵w̵,̷ ̷m̸y̸ ̸l̸i̶t̸t̶l̸e̷ ̷b̴r̸o̵t̷h̸e̶r̸.̷ ̵i̶ ̷l̶o̵v̸e̸ ̶y̸o̶u̸.̷ ̷p̵l̸e̴a̵s̶e̵ ̶d̴o̶n̵'̸t̸ ̸f̵o̶r̸g̸e̵t̶ ̷a̵b̵o̷u̴t̵ ̶m̶e̶.̴ ̸i̷ ̴w̶i̵l̵l̵ ̴c̴o̷n̵t̸i̴n̸u̵e̷ ̵t̷o̴ ̷s̶u̴p̷p̸o̴r̴t̷ ̷y̸o̶u̵ ̵f̴r̷o̶m̵ ̵a̷f̵a̸r̵ ̷w̷h̷i̶l̶e̶ ̸i̴ ̴d̴o̸ ̶m̴y̵ ̸b̷e̵s̵t̵ ̴a̶s̸ ̷w̶e̵l̷l̸.̸

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also known as: quantum skipping

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name: minalinsky

nickname: mina / nyx / chara name

timezone: gmt+8

writing style: mainly mirroring (will adapt to your own writing style!) but can do para, 3rd pov, semi-lit to lit

speed & activity: a bit of a fast replier, will only open rpr on workdays (mon-sat), cannot reply on sundays /sobs

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full name: seok matthew

date of birth: may 28

age: 23

place of birth: vancouver, canada

orientation: pansexual

occupation: 3rd year student

pronouns: he/him/they

power: the glitch

status: single

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Matthew has the rare power to "teleport" or "skip" segments of reality, allowing him to jump from one position to another in a matter of seconds or disrupt his own motion. To anyone viewing him, his movements appear irregular since he will abruptly teleport or disappear for a few moments before returning with attacks that land long after they were launched.

reference: vanellope von schweetz, wreck it ralph

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The Glitch carries a severe mental cost. Frequent use causes memory loss, which can range from little lapses—such as missing a task he was about to complete—to the irreversible loss of beloved memories if he pushes himself too hard. Excessive use might also cause him to become disoriented, feeling distant from the present and creating delayed reactions to his surroundings. Repeated activation puts a load on both his mind and body, causing extreme tiredness, dizziness, and trouble discriminating between reality and skipped moments. As strong as his quirk is, each use could cost him a piece of himself.

reference: me (okno)

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likes:

keeping journals and scrapbooks

taking candid photographs of friends and memorable moments

collecting souvenirs, trinkets, and keepsakes with sentimental value

coffee shops, bookstores, and peaceful places where he can relax

working out at the gym to build his physique

dislikes:

hospitals and research facilities

losing personal belongings, especially his journals

the phrase "don't you remember?" (cuz he really don't)

feeling helpless during a memory lapse

pity or sympathy directed at him

hobbies:

journaling and documenting daily life

collecting polaroids and printing pictures

making memory scrapbooks

sketching places he wants to remember

making trinket shelves with the trinkets he gets from anywhere (he has one wall in his room dedicated for it)

fears:

forgetting someone important to him (especially family)

losing all of his journals and memory records

becoming a danger to others because of his unstable power

losing his sense of identity

[biggest fear] forgetting himself. that he has become a stranger in his own life.

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Height: 170 cm (5'7")

Weight: 58 kg (128 lbs)

Build: Lean and agile, designed for agility and movement above physical strength. Years of training have resulted in toned muscles and excellent endurance without making him look bulky.

Hair: Dark brown, silky, and slightly wavy. Typically worn in a layered, slightly unkempt style that frames his face and accentuates his young features.

Eyes: Warm brown eyes that have a naturally lively and welcoming appearance. They frequently have a playful brightness, although they can appear distant or distracted during memory lapses.

Facial Features: Soft, approachable features with a boyish charm. Known for his expressive expressions and easy smile that makes him seem approachable to almost anyone.

Complexion: Fair skin with a healthy complexion, often accompanied by a few training bruises or scratches from academy life.

Style: Casual, comfortable, and practical.

Oversized hoodies and sweatshirts

Loose jackets and layered tops

Cargo pants, joggers, or relaxed-fit jeans

Comfortable sneakers suitable for quick movement

Neutral colors such as black, gray, navy, beige, and white.

Accessories:

A wristwatch he rarely takes off.

Bracelets, rings, or small trinkets that serve as his personal anchors.

Always carries a notebook or journal for recording memories and important events.

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single, might look for someone that is patient enough to remind him of what he forgets.

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̷1̷̷0̷ ̷y̷̷e̷̷a̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷a̷̷g̷̷o̷, ̷h̷̷u̷̷h̷. ̷1̷̷0̷ ̷y̷̷e̷̷a̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷o̷̷f̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷̷e̷̷r̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷ ̷a̷̷l̷̷r̷̷e̷̷a̷̷d̷̷y̷.

̷i̷ ̷w̷̷a̷̷s̷ ̷a̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷o̷̷l̷, ̷b̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷n̷, ̷i̷ ̷w̷̷a̷̷s̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷a̷ ̷c̷̷h̷̷i̷̷l̷̷d̷.

̷n̷̷o̷, ̷t̷̷h̷̷a̷̷t̷ ̷w̷̷a̷̷s̷ ̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷a̷̷u̷̷l̷̷t̷.

̷i̷̷t̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷w̷̷a̷̷s̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷a̷̷u̷̷l̷̷t̷.

̷w̷̷h̷̷y̷ ̷a̷̷m̷ ̷i̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷k̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷?

̷s̷̷o̷̷m̷̷e̷̷o̷̷n̷̷e̷, ̷p̷̷l̷̷e̷̷a̷̷s̷̷e̷, ̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷̷e̷̷r̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷...

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he's a freshman, but he's been stealing my journals :(

i keep remembering him because he kept stealing my diaries. those were my lifelines, y'know?!??!? i can't survive without them, man.

like, idk if my body remembers him because everytime i see him, my body immediately starts to hug my journals tightly. ptsd, maybe?

please give them back. even though i know you won't give them back

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what matthew says about you

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what matthew says about you

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what matthew says about you

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what matthew says about you

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i really tend to go with the flow, so i'm more of a "give me an idea and i can add to it" kind of mun skjdbfjshdf;;

character development plots are VERY MUCH welcomed cuz i loooovee seeing my characters get slapped by reality that they needed LMAO call me sadistic or whatever but it's what every person needs yknow >_> pls get my point okno

my indecisiveness is like, 1000000/10 so uhm ought to let you know sknkndf;;;;