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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 4488
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ;
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"𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!" 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 Phil, who was running into the dining room.
"Hey Phil, no running in here!" Gilda says to him.
. . .
"Hi Emma, morning'!" Norman says, waving at Emma.
Emma looks at him, a bit frightened.
"C'mon, smile." He whispers into her ear.
. . .
"Listen Emma. We have to act like nothing happened. Sure we might have broken the rules by going to the gate last night, but that doesn't mean we saw anything." Norman says to Emma.
"But we left little bunny there.." Emma says back.
"That's right, and we have to assume Mom found it. But that doesn't tell her anything about who left it behind." He says, trying to reassure her.
"Mom was laughing at breakfast. She doesn't show it on her face at all." The orange-haired girl says to him, worried.
"And that's what we have to do too. Otherwise she'll notice that something is wrong. We can't let that happen, so smile." Norman says to her, giving her a comforting smile.
. . .
"The delicious food, the white clothes that show when we're dirty, our regulated lives.. All of it is to keep up our quality of life as merchandise. The only thing left for us to do is wait while we're shipped out randomly." Emma explains to Norman.
"But the demon confirmed it wasn't random. He said "Another six year old. They've all been average lately." The white-haired male responds.
"What's it mean?" Emma asks him.
"Based on what the demon said, our ages determine our grades of meat. And if I remember correctly, the siblings who were shipped out before were all between six and twelve. If six years old is ranked as normal, then the highest quality must be-" Norman explains.
"Twelve years old. But what about our scores? Meat won't start tasting better because of how well it did on some test, will it?" She answers, then asking him.
"True. Results weren't announced unless we received full marks, which means-" Norman starts.
"The shipping order?!" She blurts out, coming to a realization.
"Yeah. When we turn six, we're harvested in order from lowest test scores up. And once we reach the age of twelve it seems we get shipped out no matter what." Norman answers.
