PRIDE YOUR IGNORANCE ( THE PROMISED NEVERLAND )

TEN: END OF ARC

06:00 AM, January 17, 2046

Norman's thinks that his time at Lambda has not been pleasant. Letting himself be lead to the familiar testing room, he connected the wires to his head before the test signalled him to start.

I miss them. I wonder how they're doing? Did they make it? Did they bring [First Name] with them? Did Emma save Ray? I know she did, she'd never let him die. 

The tests were the same as always— 200 questions, changing every day. The doctors wanted to turn him into something akin to a superhuman intelligence. He thought it was disgusting— creating a superhuman to please the demons? What? 

Taking his mind off it, he focused back on his test, knowing the scientists were watching him. They were always watching him, praising him, constantly reminding him of his separation from his family. He hated them. He wanted out of Lambda. He had to test their boundaries, see what will get him in trouble or not— he knew they wouldn't (couldn't) kill him, so what was the next best thing? 

Finishing the test, he was lead back to his room, the door immediately locking behind him. Sitting at the little table, he messed with a rubix cube, sighing. Putting it down, he rested his head in his arms, tired. 

What can I do to get out of here?

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He woke up at 12:00 to eat lunch, resorting to reading the books kept in his room. It was like that for hours, interchangeably reading books and doing puzzles. Everyday was the same, a constant repeated cycle. Wake up, eat, do the tests, occupy himself with books, eat, occupy himself with chess, eat, occupy himself with puzzles, sleep, repeat. 

Today was different. He was pulled out of the room at 14:45, something about 'getting the room ready' and 'double room'.

It made him think— Norman always wondered why his room had a bunk bed. It was built like it was meant for two people, yet he's been the only one in there for almost three months now. Getting the room ready?  A roommate, maybe? 

The scientists lead him to a temporary room with an older boy in it, who introduced himself as Vincent. He had dark skin, glasses and two intersecting scars on the top of his head, assumingly from a surgery. The doctors told him he was also an intelligence experiment, one of the valued ones. 

Norman wondered if he could be an ally. 

They played chess for about an hour until a scientist he didn't recognize pulled him back out, a woman with dark skin and curly hair (her name tag said Elizabeth Frazier) who seemed nice enough. She lead him back to his room and unlocked the door, smiling at him softly before pushing him in. 

He was greeted by a [body description] frame sitting criss-cross on the top bunk, their head angled down, picking up and moving around a card deck. He froze up at the [hair colour] head of hair, the door closing behind him alerting the person. 

They looked up, making eye contact, before letting a shit-eating grin form on their face and leaning back on their hands. [First Name] stared down at him, a mocking look on her face, snickering.

"Hey, ratface. How've you been?" 

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HEYYYYY sorry i lied it has not in fact been 2 hours. this is the closing chapter of this arc WOOOO!!! im taking a brief intermission (NOT A HIATUS) to get my shit together, prewrite chapters and finally solidify my plan for this upcoming arc. see yall soon 👹👹

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