Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.38) Mater in I

Bates Motel

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As Y/n slept peacefully in her room, Norman's internal struggle reached a fever pitch. The desire to protect her warred with the dark impulses of his, "Mother." Her jealousy and possessiveness drove Norman's actions, and he found himself unable to resist, She was supposed to love him right!? That's why she acted like she cared? God brought her to him right? Right!?

Quietly, he crept up the stairs and approached Y/n's room, his hands trembling with a mixture of anticipation. As he reached for the doorknob, he hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.

"Do it, Norman. She's just like all the others. She doesn't deserve you. Nobody will live you like I will."

With a shaky breath, Norman pushed open the door and entered the room. Y/n lay asleep on the bed, her peaceful expression was not of such, no her brows we're slightly furrowed, like she was in intense thought, even in slumber. Norman's heart raced as he approached, his hands reaching out to smother her. Yes, her neck, her neck, the same place she seemed defiled. No.... It wasn't her choice....

But just as he was about to make his move he hesitates and something strange happened. Y/n began to talk in her sleep, her voice taking on a strange, otherworldly "If an angel were to bleed, how much and what color? Is their blood truly golden? When the fox comes does he jump the picket fence without knowing of the snare on the other side? What lest you doth?"

Norman froze, his mind reeling with confusion. He listened intently as Y/n's words filled the room, her voice echoing with a familiarity that sent chills down his spine. She let something in.. Something real... Something kindered...

"Norman, my dear boy," Y/n's...no it just came from her lips, it was not her voice however...the voice whispered, "What do you think you're doing? You know I wouldn't want this for you, my sweet child. What has become of you? You know I'll always be here, but the version of me you have laid in your brain...that is not me, it never will be. I am disappointed..."

Norman's breath caught in his throat as he stared at Y/n, his mind racing to make sense of what was happening. It was as if his mother's spirit had possessed her, speaking through her in a way he couldn't explain.

"Mother?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Y/n's eyes remained closed, and her body sat up slightly as she smiled, tilting her head in his direction. But her words continued, her voice filled with a strange mix of love and menace.
"You may try to run, my dear boy, but you cannot escape what you believe to be true, you must overcome these lies, or I will never be able to lay to rest...let me guide you..the real me, Norman...please?" He voice was pleading and kind...
Norman's hands fell away from Y/n's throat, his resolve crumbling in the face of this unearthly presence. He staggered backward, his mind swirling with fear and confusion.

"No, this isn't real," he muttered, gripping his head. "You're not here. You can't be here."

The one in his mind interjected with malice. "No! Don't listen! I-" but it seems she finally went quiet...for the first time in 10 years...her voice cutting through his thoughts like a knife. " She's a way out....and you know what you must do."

Norman backed away further, his breathing ragged. "No... I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to hurt her! She...shes an angel, Mother please!"

Mother insisted, her voice now more insistent, more cruel, more...desperate...
"You belong to me, Norman. Forever, you either kill her or go with her, so I can stay with her, she's so soft on the inside, Norman, so kind.....

Y/n opened her mouth again as the voice in his head died out.

so warm.."

She was switching up... Sounding possessive of the girl now. Y/n as she sat up hugged her own body with a sigh of touching something heavenly. His eyes darted around the room, desperate to escape the torment in his mind. He clutched his head, trying to silence the voice, but it only grew louder, more demanding.

"Get out of my head!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the empty halls of the Bates Motel. "Leave me alone! Wh- what's real!?"

In a fit of desperation, Norman stumbled out of Y/n's room, slamming the door behind him. He collapsed against the wall in the hallway, gasping for breath, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face as he fought to regain control, to banish the voice that tormented him.

For a moment, the motel was silent, save for the sound of Norman's ragged breathing. Then, "Mother's" voice faded, it was replaced with a kinder one....he felt different...tingly...like he was being followed, and for once when he looked in the mirror, he didn't see himself as his mother, but his mother was behind him instead...he quickly looked behind him and found nothing, no he did not have the sight...but he knew she was there....leaving him alone in the dark.

Norman dragged himself to his feet, his mind still a chaotic whirl of fear and confusion. He stumbled down the stairs and out of the motel, into the cool morning air, bumping into the Hanniger boy on his way out. He needed to clear his head, to find some semblance of peace amidst the madness.

As he wandered through the night, his thoughts kept returning to Y/n. She had spoken in her sleep as if possessed by his mother's spirit, and it had shaken him to his core. He knew now that he was not alone in his struggle, that the past had a grip on the present that he could not escape.

In the eerie silence of the Bates Motel, the battle between light and darkness continued, and the fate of both Y/n and Norman remained uncertain..... Why is "Mother" changing? Was it... All fake? Why is his mind quiet of the cruel woman now? What blocks her out...

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(Edited)

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