Time - TPN fanfiction (discontinued)

Eavesdropping

3rd person POV

In the dim library stood an incredibly enthusiastic, boisterous, and joyful girl full of life, with athletic ability and an outgoing personality. Her hair is a pale orange colour that is short and unkempt, sticking up at all angles around her head and worn parted to the right with a single lengthy lock snaking upwards to one side from her parting and another from the base of her neck.

Another kid who seems to be aloof, introverted and snarky. He's a slim boy of average height with somewhat messy short black hair, parted to the right so that the longer, chin-length clumps on his left obscure much of his face. Around the sides, it appears to spike upwards, following the shape of his head, and he also has triangular forest-green eyes with noticeably small black irises.

And on the other side of the library stood a boy with short, tidy platinum blonde that's worn parted to his left, a prominently longer piece curving upwards on the side of his head, resembling a horn of sorts, and narrow, inward-tilting blue eyes. The most distinctive physical trait of him is his thick eyebrows.

Those three children convene in the library's dark corner to discuss their current emergency predicament about the escape.

"I was so focused on the transmitters that I didn't even contemplate the possibility of additional adults being sent." The platinum blonde started with a dissatisfied tone in his voice. He could at least predict how things would turn out so that they could be properly prepared, but it's so unexpected.

"We should be happy about this." The ravenette responded with his arms folded across his chest and his back against the bookcase. His expression remained uninterested as he spoke.

"Happy? Why is that?" As she asked the ravenette, her countenance was filled with wonder and confusion. "We've gained three new sources of information. Carol , (Y/N) and Ms Krone." The ravenette gave an uninterested response.

"That's a good point." The platinum blonde turned around to face them, nodding in agreement. "Of all things, where did they come from?" The ravenette made a point out of the obvious. The platinum blonde walks over to the table, his arms resting on the top of the chair for support. "Carol is Conny's replacement. In other words, they're replenishing the goods." With a solemn expression on his face, he stated.

"Yes." The ravenette replied in agreement. "Given that this is a farm, there should be a resupply base that continuously produces one-year-olds." He went on. "Does that mean we all originally came from there?" The girl asked the obvious question to confirm her curiousity as she tilted her head. "Probably." The ravenette replied her query. "And then there's Ms Krone." He pointed out.

"Learning that there are other adults beside Mom is a big deal." The platinum blonde uttered. "That means there might be other farms out there. And were these adults under demons' control since birth, or were they captured and converted?" He reaffirmed his point of view. "What we know about the outside world changes depending on the answer." He finished with a serious expression.

"What about (Y/N)?" The girl questioned her viewpoint. "What are their reasons for sending her here, especially when she is older than the newcomers? They normally arrive as a one-year-old, but not this time. She is way older." She muttered audibly. The newcomers are often newborns around a year old, but this time is completely different. It makes sense to replace Conny with Carol, but what about (Y/N)?

"You're right." In agreement, the ravenette replied. "But our top priority should be figuring out how to get everyone out of here." He continues. "And also finding where the transmitters are." To be completely honest, his facial expression completely contradicts what he is saying. He seems to not give a damn about it.

"I checked , but I found no signs of anything being implanted anywhere on my body." She proceeded to wandered her hands around her body to signify what she had just stated. "Nothing on our clothes or shoes , either." The platinum blonde continues.

"If we look at it from the point of view of standard human technology , it has to be a device that transmit radio waves." The other boy explained. "But that would mean it's powered by a battery. Something with a battery life of over a decade, and so tiny that it doesn't leave any surgical scars. Sounds too advanced to have been developed using the tech of 2015."

"Meaning?" The girl asked curiously. "It'd be difficult to find and destroy it based on our expectations of how it works. And if it's demon technology, there is nothing we can do." The ravenette responded flatly. "True." The other boy nodded in agreement. "What? Doesn't that mean we're screwed?" The pale orange hair inquired. The ravenette turned to face the girl as he responded uninterestingly. "We're screwed, all right."

"That can't be!" She clutches her hair in disbelief as she exclaims. "Actually , even without figuring out how it works , it's possible to guess." The platinum blonde said. "Yes , we have to think about it from the enemy's perspective. What device and what location would be more convenient for them?" The ravenette stated.

For a few while, silence pervades the room before the platinum blonde's eyes widen with realisation. "Carol!" He remarked, leading the ravenette to nod. "She just got here , she might have one." The girl tilted her head in perplexity before realising. "Right! A surgical scar from the embedding process."

They continue to talk about the transmitters in the dim of the library but no one- no one ever realise that there is another young and sneaky kid who can't keep her eager ears away from eavesdropping.