F*CK I DROPPED IT

Suspect

"Y/N-chan."

Emma whispered as you rocked a crying Carol, getting her to fall asleep.

"Yes, Emma?" You asked softly.

"I trust you."

That was sudden, but if you were correct, the trio was suspecting there was a traitor in their midst. You were a perfect candidate. Ray could be making them think it was you, but you heavily doubted it. Yes, Ray sort of sucked right now, playing with Norman and Emma, but you were sure Norman had even figured it out by now.

They wouldn't find out about you.

"I trust you too. And I love you," you replied. "And everyone at Grace Field."

You placed Carol down, then walked over to Emma, reaching out for her hand. She gave it to you, and you held it tightly, as you crouched down, meeting eye level with her as she sat on a chair.

"You've seemed... different recently," you said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched. That seemed like you had an ulterior motive, you remembered. The chip in your ears. "I know you're worried about all of us, right? Things are changing, with Krone, with Conny gone. But you'll be alright, yeah? Everyone's here for you. We all love you."

"How do you know that? That I'll be alright?"

"I just know you will. Even without me, you'll be just fine."

Emma's eyes widened suddenly, and her grip on you tightened. "What do you mean, without you?"

You looked to the side, and sighed. "Ah, well, mama told me...

Someone's wanted to adopt me."

"Huh?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "That's exciting huh? I'll try to write, unlike everyone else, and just"-

"No!" Emma looked around, eyes darting from place to place, before lowering her voice, and her hand was tightly grasping yourself, it hurt, your hand hurt-

"We're cattle."

"Huh?"

You looked up at her eyes, her desperate eyes, her eyes that would never be innocent or pure, that had seen things you'd seen through a screen but never in person, her eyes that told you how much she cared for you, how much she didn't want even you to die.

"We're cattle," she rushed, eyes looking to the door. "They ship us out, there's demons, come meet me and Norman and Ray one day, I'll explain it better, there's a traitor with us, we get eaten not adopted, and I'm not letting you get eaten."

You huffed to keep going, but you quickly put a hand over her mouth.

'Someone's coming,' you mouthed quickly, before you take your hand off her mouth and go over to Carol's crib and drape the blanket over her, when Krone came in.

"You girls alright?"

You both smiled. Innocent. Happy.

"Of course!"