𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 - 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 ✔️

024

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The day breezes by like any other, dull and boring. 001's day was interesting you were sure, you'd much rather be watching children than delivering Papa's coffee orders. Among other things, you'd become his personal caffeine supplier and the man could drink a lot in one day.

Being alone had left you a lot of time to think. Most of your thoughts were random, but there was this one consisting voice that rang in your head. "Is it bad that I have another plan?" it said.

Yes, you thought back, It was terrible. Those had been the last words you'd wanted to hear from him. After everything, you wanted to be done. You wanted to just give up. You had come to the conclusion that 001 had left his schemes in the past as well. The storm in his eyes had settled. You'd seen it yourself, though you should have known it was only brewing deeper in secret. Now, he was ready to release it and you could feel the waves of disaster arousing. If you weren't careful, it might break through like a tsunami. This time, you two could end up with a punishment much worse if caught.

And he was so willing to put all that on the line?

It angered you, yet you had agreed. He'd been dreaming of his escape since he was a boy and who were you to hold him back from that? You wanted to support him, but after all these years... it was growing harder.

"If we're really friends, you'll do this with me... through and through," he'd once said. Now that you were more than that, he'd expect you to be fully on board without a second thought. That would make you a good girlfriend, wouldn't it? It's what he wanted, but agreeing to his plan left a sunken feeling in your chest. Something wasn't right.

Papa's coffee was warm in your hands, this would be his third cup. The brief thought of poisoning him slipped into your mind. You chuckled it off, you'd just regained your sanity and you wanted a least a few precious moments with it. Besides, you didn't know what to poison him with or where to find it. Too unplanned, too messy.

"Not today," you mutter, half-joking, half not.

You arrive at Papa's office, waiting a moment after you knock for him to allow you inside. He takes your order of coffee without a word. The sheets of paper in front of him had his full attention.

With the majority of your duties complete, you retreat back to your room for a well-deserved break. You'd been on your feet all day and the slight ache of yesterday's strenuous activities didn't help. The idea of it all was still new to you, and it was different. You'd really done that. With a sigh, you collapse in bed and snuggle into the cold pillows.

"Sleep sounds really nice right now," you mumble to yourself.

Then, there's a knock at the door. It sounds off. They're too rushed to be 001's, too quiet to come from Papa's large and calloused hands, but no one else much knocked at your door. "Who is it?" you groan.

A paper is slid under your door and your heart sinks. You'd received enough love letters to last a lifetime. Thankfully, there's no heart on it. It's just a blank sheet of folded paper.

The shadow under your door walks away as quickly as it had come. When it's gone, you get up to retrieve the note. This time, the handwriting was way too neat to be 001's.

"124" was all it said.

"Huh?" What could that have possibly meant?

You scan the paper for any hint, any clue, but that was it. The only other words on the paper were to and from.