Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.37) Notatus

Bates Motel

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     As Y/n drifted off to sleep, the Bates Hotel seemed to hold its breath. Downstairs, Norman sat in the high-backed chair, staring at the static on the television. His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

     In the early hours of the morning, probably around 2, Y/n awoke with a start. Her brains activity prevented her from getting a good night's rest. She reached her hand to her neck and felt a bite mark, it bled...

     'Water'

     She exited her room, careful with quiet feet as she looked down the hallway. There was a mirror at the end of it. She stared at herself for a bit, her hair was a curly mess. She patted down her bed head and nodded a bit as she made her way downstairs.

     She made her way to the living room lobby. She stood at the sound of TV static, seeing Mr. Bates there entrapped by the TV that held no entertainment, just noise to what she assumed, to drown out his mind. She more often than not did this when she was younger too... 'oh...that's...me too, me too' She thought to herself as she also stared at the static TV from behind, like being lost in a trance. He looked up as she approached, his eyes reflecting a strange mix of anxiety and something deeper.

     "Everything alright?" Y/n asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

     Norman blinked, seeming to snap out of a trance. "Miss L/n, you should be in bed..." His voice was low, almost threatening. Had she interrupted him? His train of thought perhaps?

     "I couldn't sleep," she admitted running a hand along her face. "I thought some water might help. My throat is dry."

     Norman nodded slowly. "The kitchen is just through that door," he said, pointing to a doorway behind the front desk. "I'll get it for you."

     "No, no. It's okay. You look like you could use a break. I'll get it myself," Y/n replied with a small, reassuring smile. She couldn't risk being drugged or poisoned.
She made her way into the kitchen, the old-fashioned charm of the room contrasting with the eerie atmosphere of the rest of the motel.

     'This place is actually kind of charming? The taxidermied badger in my room, however...I wonder how much formaldehyde was used to make it. I think it might be possessed or something... No it's just creepy.. Beautiful, however it would look better with glass eyes rather than clay eyes.' She found a glass and filled it with water, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. She groaned in approval. There was nothing like water.

     When she returned she noticed that Norman hadn't moved, as to be expected. She approached him cautiously, draping a blanket over his shoulders, her motherly instinct kicked in. "Here," she said gently. "You of all people need rest. I know it's probably tiring to stay up all night in case of oncoming guests. "

     Norman looked up at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and confusion, she was...cherishing him wasn't she? She was taking care of him? That meant she lived him right? "Thank you, Miss L/n. You're very kind."

     "Call me Y/n." She said with a tired look on her face as she looked out the window by the lobby doors. "It's no trouble, really. You've been very helpful."