psy·chic
/sai·kuhk/
noun
a person considered or claiming to have 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙘 powers; a medium.
~
A female who has always been fascinated about medication and treatments starts her journey at 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒, join her as sh...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲
The three top scorers we're doing the laundry- hanging the clothes, to be exact- they resumed their discussion about their plan, gathering more info whilst doing so '𝘞𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.'
"A transmitter" Emma said, remembering the occurrence at the field "-i never thought she would go that far" 'The human meat from this farm..' "𝗧𝗼𝗽-𝗼𝗳-𝘁𝗵𝗲-𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳, huh.." Norman said out loud 'We are 𝘁𝗼𝗽-𝗼𝗳-𝘁𝗵𝗲-𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳?! Enough for them to go such lengths..?' The ginger thought to herself, her hands slightly trembling, the (h/c-ette) noticing, holding her hands, which calmed the ginger's thoughts "The key to our value is our 𝗮𝗴𝗲 and our 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀. "𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭" extrapolating from what the demons said, we can assume that our age most likely determines the meat's rank" norman stated "mhm, and if i recall correctly, all those who were 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 were between six and twelve. And if six years old is the 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹, then the 𝘁𝗼𝗽-𝗼𝗳-𝘁𝗵𝗲-𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 must be.." Y/n said, the truth dawning upon them "𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱..!" "Then what about our scores?" Emma mumbled "-𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿!" Snapping her fingers on her non-dominant hand, norman and y/n nodded "We weren't told our scores unless we got a perfect score. That's why we never noticed..probably" Norman said, having flashback's of what the demon's said that night. "Once we turn six, we get 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 in ascending order of our scores. And once we turn twelve years old, we get shipped regardless of our score." Y/n said shakingly "So basically our shipment got postponed because of our perfect scores?" Emma questioned affrighted "I still don't get it though, why rank us by score?" Norman queried, this made his siblings pondered and question themselves of any possible answers "And is there ang meankng behind the 6-12 age window?" Emma suddenly asked, catching the attention of her friends "The size of our body? That can't be it..they'd care mote about body weight in that case.." Emma mumbled "...." Y/n whispered, her eyes wide as saucers. The faint sound confused the two "huh?" "What did you say?"
"𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻!" The (h/c-ette) now loudly say, the two's breath getting caught up in their throat, but nevertheless, the albino immediately recovered "It's said that the human brain is developed for 90% by the age of six. Others also told that by twelve, it's completely developed.." Norman said, pointing to the side of his head "- 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀!" "That means.." Emma started "the brain must be the most delicious and well-developed brain, even more so.." Y/n said, slowly understanding why and how "Eat..our brains?.." Emma said, terrified '𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 "𝘵𝘰𝘱-𝘰𝘧-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.' "First comes the rope. Let's go back to the house and look for it" Norman said, now heading towards the house "i actually have an idea where we might find some!" The (h/c-ette) cheerfully, facing her friends while doing so-
