Pride Your Ignorance | The Promised Neverland

One: A Body From the Balcony

October 12, 2045 - 4:30 AM

[Name] doesn't think of herself as kind. Heinous and immoral (with some nuance, of course), she was a perfect match for Gracefield House-- no, correction: Gracefield Plant Three. Being at Gracefield with her dearest mother and her favorite babies, [Name] finds her life to be pleasant.

If you ignore the part where she indirectly murders children, of course. Working with her mother since the day she could talk, [Name] was quite the little nepo-baby. Perfect test scores, a perfect mother, a perfect experiment. 

Sitting on her bed, her legs hanging off the edge, [Name] sighed, standing up to begin her morning routine. 

Take her medicine dry and deal with the acid reflux. Get dressed, get her transmitter. Go to Mama's office. Go prepare breakfast. Wake the babies.

As she walked out of her room, the creak of the floor made her wince. 

She didn't bother knocking on Mama's office door-- it was just her, after all. She silently yawned (a feat she had gained over the years) as she opened the door quietly, smiling at her Mama when she looked up.

"Good morning, my dear. Did you take your medicine?" Mama immediately asked, and she nodded, taking no offense to it. It was a crucial part of her day, after all. 

"It's Conny's shipment day," [Name] spoke for the first time since she awoke, and Mama hummed. "Do you want me to go with you again? Or do you want me to stay?" She looked over her Mama's shoulder as she did some paperwork for Grandma, reports on the children and their scores. 

"We'll see," She said, and [Name] nodded. She didn't particularly enjoy going to the gate, because as much as she despised these kids, she didn't want to see them be murdered. Plus, the Ratri man would come to see her if he knew she was going to the gate with her Mama, and she definitely didn't want to see him.

She's not sure why she asked. Maybe it's brain fog? Maybe she's just stupid? Oh, well.

"I'll go prepare breakfast." 

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As she finished breakfast, she sat down to eat, a slightly small amount of food on her plate. She was sitting on the floor, a habit she's had since she was little. Eating quickly so she could get to the nursery, she thought about Conny. 

Conny had been an annoying baby. She usually enjoyed all the babies' company-- they were cute and, for the most part, quiet. But Conny? She cried and cried and cried, and then cried some more. Very, very occasionally, [Name] had thought about suffocating her with a dish cloth-- but that was a tad far, even for her. She would never hurt a baby. They were too precious, too innocent.

Conny was still annoying if you asked her. However, if you were to ask her, she would also tell you that all 38 of the Gracefield residents were annoying. Lost in her thoughts, she quietly swore when the morning bell rang-- she had lost track of time, and it was 6 o'clock already. Getting up, she quickly speed-walked to the nursery, though she knew it was inevitable to come across someone else. 

Coming across Ray, of all people, though, was certainly just her luck. He glared at her and she glared right back, shoving past him and to the nursery.

She smiled lightly as the door creaked open and then shut behind her, looking at all the cute little ones with adoration.

She wonders if the children remember their bonds with her when they were young babies. She knows they didn't-- except one, of course, but she didn't like to think about that. Shaking her head to shoo the thoughts away, she picked up Belle from her crib, the little baby's thick brunette hair messy. She cooed, smoothing out her hair and making her wake up.