𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙~𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD AND GORE

3𝖗𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖔𝖛

𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖙𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖘𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖉. "norman?" otto asked his once colleague that was now bound by the hands. "norman's on sabbatical honey," he turned to look over his shoulder menacingly, "no more darker half, did you really think that i'd let that happen? that i'd let you take my power just because you're blind to what true power can bring you?!"the newly introduced goblin's eyes flashed rapidly between the three heroes that stood before him, watching intently when sparks of purple flashed under the eldest's skin. with one firm look to his aunt, peter signaled for may to be ready. the woman slowly tipped from the room without much notice to the tense figures that occupied it. she snatched the readied antidotes from their places in the fabricator and stuffed them in a bag quickly for safekeeping in case things decided to go sideways for her past neighbors and her beloved nephew.

"you don't know us,"y/n shot back only making the man's grin widen. "don't i? i know you all better than you'd think. you fight for us to save yourself from what you were made for, ms. connors. and you two well...i saw how you both were trapped to fight for his aunt's holy moral mission. we don't need any of you to save us. we don't need to be fixed!" the air seemed to shift as the words fell from norman's lips and he could feel it just as well as the rest. he looked around to his fellow varients with a new sinister glint in his eyes, "these are not curses, they're gifts." otto shook his head in objection, finding peace in the small time he had without the weight of the malfunctions breaking his mind. he was grateful for the weight being lifted from his shoulders, "norman no."

"quiet lap dog," norman shushed the turned man quickly as he eyed those who wore weary looks. the machine secured to max's chest beeped in the still room almost like a timer to those who heard it. picking a side was a timed thing now. "you don't know what you're talking about," peter said as the three heroes subconsciously formed a line. it would act in two ways, none of them could get out the front door, and may would be able to escape safely. "i've watched deep from behind norman's cowardly eyes and i've seen you all struggling to grasp onto everything you want while the world forces you to choose," the beep sounded throughout the room again saying again that time was ticking," god's don't have to choose, we take."

y/n caught the motion of max's hand before the teenagers at her sides did and so she acted on impulse. "may get out of here!" she shouted to the woman as she sent a blast straight into max's chest. he had ripped the machine from himself but he didn't have the opportunity to block the sharp strike. it knocked him back into the wall leaving an imprint where his body was. the witch would be focused on the man from her past while the two teens faced norman who snatched his webbed hand from its restraint.