𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾 [TPN X Reader]

3.12

TW: Heavy Gore/blood, descriptions, Mental health problems, s*idcide warning, cussing
(These warnings will continue through the rest of the story)

"You didn't make it" was what Norman said when he noticed his two childhood friends- they stood amongst the dozens of dead bodies. Emma wasn't in time to stop the massacre what was done is done. "I'm happy your safe" he smiled.

at times, determination...is a cry for help.

They've already put a crack in the world. The Throne had fallen. "No."

"No matter how hard it is you can't give up!"

The Norman in front of Emma looked like a small child. "Let's live together Norman!" Emma and Ray held out their hands for him.

....
[Emma]

The Queen ended up having two cores... the whole fight was problematic but with the help of Sonju, and Mujika We got over it!

But the Queen spouted something out of her mouth

"Maybe I should've kept that Ratri child with me?"

Who else would it be, other than Y/n.

That means helping us wasn't a suicide mission!

Even though they parted to warn the other children about the demon army it was too late. They were already taken to Gracefield house.

"So we have to hurry!"

...

[y/n]

This isn't the first time I've seen Peter so crazy,   Since Lambda I haven't seen him this way— but this was proof He wasn't to be trusted with children.

I have to step in.

Walking into the room where some hostages stayed, I watched my brother point his knife at poor Jemima. The guards relaxed a bit when they noticed it was me. Giving me a nod.

"Sir, that's enough— aren't you too old to be threatening kids?" I scoffed, pulling Jemima away from him just a step. He sighed when He stood up, while brushing off the dirt I'm assuming.

Peter noticed my tone, "No need to be mad that Dove left early, I was taking precautions." He laughed. Ugh.

I turned to the hostages, "Before Mr. has to return to other methods— please give him and answer, and no harm will befall the girl. For the moment atleast." I ordered.

I heard a few whispers of my name, they we're surprised to see me... but this was inevitable. This was always my position in this uniform suit serving the Ratri clan.

Anna soon fessed up, obviously not wanting Jemima to be hurt. I was relived, because Peter was gonna get that information.

...

Peter left to attend business with Isabella, leaving me in a room with kids who recognized me.

"Y/n"

I huffed, 4 guards total in the room. Not a good time to strike a conversation with an hostage.

"Don't say my name, cattle."