Misadventure [Promised Neverland x Reader]

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Year 2058

A clock ticked in time with the steps of well-worn boots as a hand trailed the wall of an extremely new home. Children's cries of laughter rang through the halls in a taunting manner. The woman smiled softly at this, lost in thought. A small girl, no older than five, tugged gently on her long skirt, reminding her that she should stay in the present.

"Mama!" the red-headed girl cried out. "Come look at what Luka and I made!"

Grasping tightly onto her hand, the caretaker of these children was dragged in the direction of the dining hall. All over the floor, dry pasta lay scattered about. Much of it had been fashioned in other ways: necklaces and abstract art to name a few.

"It's quite beautiful," Mama said to Rosalie, who was holding up a crooked dog painting.

"Does it get to go on the wall? Does it get to go on the wall?" Rosalie prodded.

"Of course it can. After all, everyone gets a spot on the wall at some point..."

In truth, this tradition was actually one she had taken from her previous home, Grace Field. Isabella had always put up a child's work until they were shipped out. She remembered her piece hanging up until the end before it was packed into her practically empty suitcase. If she searched hard enough through her minimal things, she would be able to dig it up once more, though she's not sure she could bring herself to.

The drawings on the wall always changed as time progressed and each child got better, or worse, and it seemed to brighten the bland white space a little.

Even though the times had changed, everything seemed the same as when she was a child just like them... only thirteen years ago. After Grace Field had burned down, this house soon took its place. The same old process started all over again.

Sometimes it hurt to think of the past, especially considering she was constantly stimulated by it. But there was no way to change what had already occurred. Her hand grasped at the clothing on her chest, knowing what lay below would kill her if any kind of opposition on her part occurred. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't.

Rosalie's crooked dog went up onto the wall towards the end where there was some extra space and she took a step back to admire her handiwork. Each child had one piece up, along with their name underneath. A bright white spot stood out in the middle of the wall, where a work once lay.

Why does this look so familiar?

Year 2045

Running to catch up with the eldest trio, the girl paused at the art wall. A blank spot was left where Conny's colorful drawing once stood. Her heart seemed to ache at this, and she wasn't really sure why. She knew Conny had supposedly moved on to a better place. A home with a traditional family. But that didn't stop her from being missed.

"(Y/N)?" A voice called.

Turning, the girl smiled. "Hey, Ray!"

"What are you looking at?"

"Where Conny's art used to be." (Y/N) frowned. "It looks weird without it."

"Of course it looks weird," Ray said, ruffling her hair. "It's missing."

"Well, you don't have to state the obvious!" She huffed, slapping his arm away.

Ray's head fell with a sigh. As if thinking the same, they both reached out a hand to touch the empty space.

Ray was always one to hide his emotions, but (Y/N) could see something was up. Hand faltering, she asked in a whisper, "She's gone, gone, isn't she?"