𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Emma, Astoria, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at Grace Field House orphanage, and under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom", all the kids have enjoyed a comfortable life. Good food, clean clot...
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ᥫ᭡ ❛ FALLING ❜ ♫
━ a ray tpn fic! ˎˊ-
009. ━ ❝ ARE YOU OKAY? ❞ ✩
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DISCLAIMERS !
strong language , mild violence
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IT'S MOM! WHAT should we do?!
Which is it?
Did she notice, and come back?
Or has she not noticed at all... and just came back to do something else?
Don asked himself trying to convince himself that everything was okay and he was just overreacting.
Next to him, Gilda was trembling with fear.
Calm down, what would Emma and them do?
Emma and them...
"Do you think what they told us is the truth?"
"If you think Emma is lying to you, come back to me."
Is it really a lie that they're alive?
Are they really...
No! Emma would never tell a lie that cruel!
Gilda felt a hand wrapping around hers. She hesitantly took it and reciprocated the movement. Not a moment later, she felt Don lifting her up by the hand and dragging her towards the ladder in which they had come down.
"We should get out of here!" Don whisper-yelled to her.
Gilda nodded, adrenaline running through her veins as they made their way to the ladder quickly, "Yeah!" She whispered back.
It's okay.
Maybe Mom hasn't noticed anything yet.
Quietly, swiftly so she won't see us.
They crawled up the ladder quietly and opened the hatch and climbed up. "Let's go." Don whispered.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
ASTORIA, EMMA, RAY and Norman all walked down the stairs, "I'm surprised, it's to be expected from Ray or Astoria, who both read books all of the time." Norman mumbled, holding onto the stair rail as he took a step down.
