Chapter 2

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(Y/n) wanders around the dark hallways of the Grace Field House, a lamp in her hand to guide her to the right path.

Her (e/c) eyes gaze at the library door, her lashes flutter as her eyelids blink a few times.

Without any hesitation, she walks towards it and slides it open, Norman and Emma are located at the big table while Ray sat on one of the ladders.

The 10-year-old casually walks in and sits on a chair across from Emma and Norman, their faces were tense but (Y/n) shrugs off the uncomfortable tension.

"Alright, what do you guys want to talk about?" (Y/n) starts, glaring holes in Norman's skull, knowing he's the one that could explain it easily.

'Don't tell me it's about that crap they were talking about.' She laughs in her head at the stupid thought.

"It's... About the House..." Emma nervously states, a vein pops out of (Y/n)'s forehead and her head tilts to the side, letting her (h/c) bangs droop.

She sighs and kept her poker face on, "Continue..." She slightly grumbles while her fingers gesture a bit.

"(Y/n)..." Norman's tone softens, "This place is a farm... We're being raised for livestock so that demons could eat us..." Emma and Norman tilt their heads, preparing themselves for the questions and sobs, but nothing.

"Okay then." She says, the trio stares at her in mere confusion.

"What do you mean 'Okay then'?" Ray whisper-yells, (Y/n) shrugs her shoulders and bends her left arm, resting her chin on her palm.

"Look, whatever prank you're playing," Their eyes widen even more at her words, "I'm not gonna be a part of it." She finishes.

"(Y/n), this isn't a prank!" Emma desperately shouts, sweat starts to roll down the Antenna's forehead down to her chin.

"You guys are really immature, what are you all? Five?" The 10-year-old mocks, repeating Ray's sarcastic comment.

The girl stands up from her seat, her hind legs pushing the edge of the chair away, giving her some room.

"If this is a prank or not, I still won't join. My goal is to get adopted and become a mom. You guys can't stop me!" She proudly states, Ray was at a loss for words, his bottom lip slightly parted.

(Y/n) pulls out her pocket watch and checks the time, '11:11' She thinks to herself, shoving the round object back in her pocket.

She gives the trio her signature smile, the smile Ray fell for.

"Make a wish, it's 11:11."

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