𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉 || 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

X - the dirty work

The game of tag was straight up said exhausting, both physically and mentally. Therefore, when the kids finally sat down assembled in the dining room in order to eat lunch, that obvious activity of the day brought an unusual amount of delight to many. 

Nevertheless, these children didn't ever get a break and so after lunch, it was time for the traditional daily tests. The constant lowering of Y/n's scores made the girl herself weirdly happy. She knew well that despite mom's uttered words about her not being sent out, she would be sooner or later, that's how this world worked. She obviously wanted to escape with everyone, and taste the appealing flavor of freedom. But the more she would go around and ponder about how the escape should be played out, the more she came to the conclusion that she was only a pawn in a chess game. She could be sacrificed at the right time, to contribute to the win of the game. Sending her out would create the perfect gap in the main caretaker's attention and provide an opportunity for the rest of the children to escape. But everything would come at its right time.

Currently, Y/n had her own escape, but from the library that is. She made a quick escapade to the children's bedroom dropping off a good amount of newly written stories in the drawers of the intended children and then started pacing to the kitchen.

With more energy than usual, which could be the cause of the overdose of adrenaline she received from the game of tag, Y/n slipped into the kitchen through the dining room unnoticed by the other children that were cleaning there. But as soon as she crossed the threshold and her glance landed on the spotless workplace, her face twisted into a wry expression, ever so perfectly mirroring the disbelief she felt inside. And the dishes were clean. The girl sighed, her paranoia almost swooping Y/n off her feet.

They should be gaining strength for the escape. They are already doing so much.

The girl marched out quickly from the kitchen, leaving invisible dust behind her as she stepped into the dining room.

"Y/n!" The called girl smiled hearing the sweet voice.

"Oh, hello Sherry."

"Y/n! You know, I got an even higher score on the daily test today!" The little girl flashed a wide smile, showing her white milk teeth.

The mentioned older girl bent down in front of her little sister, not being able to wash off her smile that was tugging her lips too. "Tell me, Sherry, how many points did my little princess get?"

A small giggle erupted from the child's throat before answering. "You might not believe this, but I got 163 points!"

Y/n rose her brows in an impressed manner.

Close, very close.

"I am so proud of you!" The older girl spoke genuinely while gently patting her little sister on the head. "Soon enough you will be as smart as Norman!"

"Really?! You think so?!" Sherry jumped in excitement, her fists tightly shut together as she punched the air on her sides.

"Of course little one." Y/n said standing up again. "Now, about Norman, have you seen him and Ray?"

"Oh, I actually have!" She giggled happily, still not being able to contain her excitement at the words that were uttered by Y/n. "They did the dishes and headed straight to the pantry afterward."

I jinxed it.

"Thank you Sherry."

And so Y/n was in motion again. Pacing down the hallway, aiming for her one goal, the pantry. Primarily, the girl wanted to open the door of the pantry hastily, startling those two inside. That until she heard the snippets of dialogues that were exchanged on the other side of the entrance. Hence, Y/n waited, her hand resting on the doorknob, lightly smirking for herself to the fact that the escape was such a difficult task that they, Norman and Ray that is, were considering those drastic solutions to some of the problems.

The conversation was going on for a good while now, and the girl realized midst that there would never be the so-called 'right time' of stepping into a conversation like that. But she still did. Clearing her throat quietly and putting on a smile, Y/n hastily opened the door and stepped inside.

"I don't actually think it's impossible to kill them, but-" Ray halted vaguely, still keeping his back towards the door, his eyes shutting tightly probably cursing himself from uttering those words in that exact time.

"How many times do I have to say that the dishes are my duty?" The girl asked, ignoring the sentence she heard so well.

"Hello, Y/n." Norman greeted brightly.

"Wait, Y/n?" Ray turned quickly around meeting the girl's eyes.

"It is indeed I, yes." She smiled revealing her white teeth. "What were you expecting? A demon?" She giggled, the action not reaching her eyes and then reverting to a straight face. "Although, I might kill you if you keep doing the dishes."

"Anyway..." The girl continued, with an upbeat undertone in her voice, her eyes waltzed from one boy to the other, before shutting the pantry door behind her. "...' it's impossible to kill'... kill who? Who do you have in mind?"

But both Ray and Norman remained silent, their expressions were unreadable while their glances either looking at one specific point or rushing around.

"Mama and sister Krone, am I right?" Y/n's eyebrows rose playfully while her smile deepened. "I'm pretty sure it won't work. I'm with Norman when it comes to the way of thinking that they have some kind of notification system."

Both of the boys' glances stopped at Y/n making her flash a close-eyed smile. "...and yeah, keep Emma and the others out of this, that's important for me. However..." The girl's expression darkened. " I don't appreciate doing the dirty work instead of me, whether it's cleaning or killing. I don't want the beautiful hands of yours to be sprinkled with blood."

"How much did you hear?" Ray asked, looking astonished.

"You know what they say-" Y/n reached out to one of each boy's shoulders. "The walls have ears. Keep that in mind."

Retreating her hands she was ready to turn around in order to head out from the pantry, but Ray stopped her with a question the girl was expecting to come sooner or later.

"So you are okay with that solution?" Ray asked.

Y/n's expression became inert when she turned her hues at the boy. "At this point, I'm okay with anything as long as you three and my siblings get to survive."

There was a quick exchange in glances between Ray and Norman which produced a new thought in Y/n's mind that made her quite uneasy.

Wait, did I say something grammatically incorrect?

She inspected the uttered sentence quickly and corrected herself. "The three of you meaning you two and Emma that is." Y/n smiled but stopped doing that as soon as she discovered that the two boys weren't sharing the same happy expression as she was.

Therefore she turned around and was about to leave the room when she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. "And remember about the dishes." Y/n uttered before leaving the pantry.

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