Birds Of A Feather (Ray x Reader)

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YOUR POV:

The one and two year olds share a room with Mama and there are nine in counting. For an odd reason, only the oldest girls are allowed to help out with the babies—me, Emma and Gilda.

Emma opened the door as it creaked. We all set down the babies fresh clothing on a shelf before Emma and I set out for our mission.

I've often been told by Mama that the younger kids adore me. And sure the younger kids do, they always have. But I sometimes don't find myself being a good influence on them. I'm not fit to take care of children.

"You two are so good with kids," Gilda says to Emma and I.

I look over at the green haired girl and shake my head, "I'm really not. I told Ray I was going to wring one of their necks out once."

"They're just babies, Y/N." Gilda says, "what got you so mad that you said that?"

"They were just being annoying and not cooperating," I admit.

"But that's still no reason to say that," Gilda trails off as she looks over at Emma who is carrying Carol over to her bed. "Wow Emma, Carol already likes you."

Emma sets Carol down in her crib as Gilda takes a breath, "a-actually Emma, I wanted to talk to you about something."

Carol turns her head as Emma places a finger on her ear, bending it to reveal a small red bump. "Huh? What is that?" Gilda curiously asks.

"It's from where the doctors make sure we're healthy, at least that's what Mama said a long time ago," Emma explains. Emma then stretches Carol's ear out a bit and smiles a few seconds later, I couldn't help but do the same.

Emma found the tracker.

Emma reaches for her own ear and continues to look at Carol who smiles as she grabs Emma's finger.

The following day went as usual, wake up at six in the morning, get dressed and eat breakfast, tests and then recess.

"Time to play!" Emma yells with a bright smile as she jumps outside.

"You're such a kid," Ray says.

"Emma, hold on!" Mama calls out, "your collar is flipped."

"Huh?! I didn't even notice!" Emma exclaims as Mama fixes her collar.

I walk over to Ray who glances at me as we walk over to our tree. Emma passes us with a ball in her hand, "good work."

"Thanks, see ya later!" Emma smiles as she runs toward the field.

Once the coast is clear and once Norman and Emma enter the woods, we follow.

"The tracker is in our ears," Emma states, "it's really small too."

Ray reaches up for his ear, "now that you mention it, I can feel it."

"When I was little, Mama said it from where the doctors drew our blood to make sure we were healthy." Emma frowns, "I'm sorry I didn't say anything."

Norman smiles, "you did great Emma! We know the location, shape and size! We can move onto the next step—breaking it."

"I'm sure if we break it, she'll know about it," I state.

"When she checked earlier, my heart skipped a beat." Emma starts, "I wonder if she's always been checking.."

"Maybe. The signal can't identify a specific person. We can get close to the gate all we want and it won't tell her." Ray admits, "the tracker is useless."