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"Do you not get it? There's no getting out of here. Act like you're still ignorant of the truth and pride yourself on it. Getting out is a pipedream. Stop bothering me about it."
[First Name] could not give less of a shit about...
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"Wh-what?" He stared up at her, taking a step back. "You're—"
"I'm?" She mocked, picking up her cards and shuffling them. "I'm your roommate. Congratulations, Norman, you get the misfortune of being the person I inconvenience for the next year. Be excited."
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"What are those pills for?" Norman asked carefully over breakfast one day, making [First Name] look up from her card game to glare at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
Scoffing, she leaned back in her chair, taking a bite of her breakfast. "Numerous things. I've been a Lambda experiment since birth— it's what I was bred for. You wanna know so badly? Fine."
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Hugging her favourite experiment, Elizabeth led [First Name] to the mass experiment rooms, unlocking one of the doors and bringing her over to the corner. "[First Name], this is Barbara, Zazie and Cislo. I hope you'll get along."
Scrunching her nose at the smell and the rot, [First Name] looked around before scanning the three up and down. "Sure."
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"February 11, 2047. That's the day we'll set it into action."
"And how do you know that?"
"Let's just say I have a few resources."
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Scribbling down fake predictions, [First Name] put the notebook in the transfer box, running her tongue over her teeth. Locking eyes with Norman, she smiled darkly, nodding just enough for him to see.
Initiated.
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"It's my dream. We're connected at a subconscious level by now, I guess."
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'You're still fucking here? Why can't you just go away?!' [First Name] angrily thought, making the shadow man laugh.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Not until you realise what you need to do."
"Oh my God, I hate you."
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"Checkmate." Norman smiled at her smugly, watching as she glared at him, enraged.
"You should've been swallowed."
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"The folder!" Ray shouted, fumbling to pull a folder out of his bag. "You said it's called Goldy Pond? You mean a hunting ground?"
"How the hell do you know that, cyclops?"
"Let's just say I have a few resources."
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"James and Rachael Ratri are William Minerva and Amity Alloway. Siblings. How the hell did [First Name] know that?"
"You're telling me [First Name] had everything that's been happening so far in that folder?"
"Yeah."
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"The folder... I think it's important, Ray. Why would she give it to you without any ulterior motive? I think she was trying to help us in her own twisted, weird way."
"I think she was just trying to confuse us, Emma!"
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