F*CK I DROPPED IT

Slow

Things are moving by so slowly.

They had been anyways.

But finally the plot moved.

Krone left. She's probably dead by now.

Emma, Norman, Ray, Don and Gilda were going through with their initial plan, to scope the walls. If your memory served you right, Emma would break her leg, and Norman's shipment would be announced.

You'd spent your whole life knowing it would happen.

You'd heard, a few times, you remembered, Norman lived, Norman didn't die, it was a misdirect.

You really hoped that was true.

Please, please, let him live.

Isabella would let go of Ray today. She wouldn't need him anymore.

Everyone agreed not to let you get involved in this plan, in case Isabella figured it out. Krone knew the five of them knew about the secret, so there was a huge chance that Isabella knew as well. They wanted an older child that Isabella didn't suspect, just in case.
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You were walking down the hallway when Ray and Don turned a hallway and came running straight at you. Your eyes widened. "Did something go wrong?"

You knew it did, you were just a good actor.

And you were scared, because you could already imagine the crack and the scream of your dear sister.

Ray grabbed your arm and pulled you ahead, letting go once you picked up your own speed, running close behind him, with Don behind you.

As you ran through the woods, you heard a heart wrenching scream, and you knew the crack that came just before, the solid crack.

Once you'd made it over, you saw Norman behind watching in horror, as Isabella smiled at you, with a screaming Emma in her arms.

You watched as she tied a wrap around Emma's leg.

You watched the horror in everyone's eyes as Isabella announced Norman would be getting shipped off.

Finally.

Things were speeding up.