||Hello Neighbour: A Better Timeline||

||Chapter 100: You Got A Deal||

Leonard stared at the wall.
"Ahem."
Norman.
"See you're back. . . Thought you'd be at home or the Banner."
Norman adjusted his gloves and hat,"Well, I've been helping Keith with this whole thing, and. . . Something happened, so I'll be talking to you.", Leonard raised his eyebrow,"Leslie died.", Norman nods, Leonard sighed and stood up slowly and Norman could see see where Molly had whacked him.
"Well; Congratulations: Crowface is now lose and free, nothing will stop it now."
Norman folded his arms,"I think we can handle it, if we can take on groups of Cult Members and there's only one Crowface: I have my confidence and hope.", Leonard shook his head,"Oh ho, no Norman: You have. . . No idea what you're getting into, or the others.", Leonard walked towards the cell, like he challenged Norman but Norman didn't step back, nor did he weaver.
"Crowface. . . Isn't a regular person, not even. . . Not anymore, but by the end of it's games you'll all be dead.", Norman frowned,"You seem confident that Crowface isn't human. . .", Leonard laughed, it was dry and no humour behind it, but insanity was,"Ha! That thing is far from human, strength, speed and especially mind games, and especially has hate for journalists like Quentin and Beatrix.", he grabbed the bars,"You nest hope they don't end up missing or dead, though. . . Wouldn't be the first time Beatrix went missing, maybe she won't be so lucky the 3rd time; 3rd time is the charm.", Norman glared, refusing to let him get to him,"Big talk; But from the tapes we found, it sounds like Crowface isn't considered by you lot: Are they a weapon to you?", Leonard shrugged,"I don't know, who or what it is, Gordon just told me how to handle it and usually hanlded it. . . An experiment from the cult if you will.", Norman felt sick, that was horrible to hear or think,"Really, I'm not gonna take that hood off and mask, find a missing person.", Leonard made a face,"If you're so unsure to trust me, why not use that ability of yours?", Norma shook his head,"I don't know what you're talking about.", Leonard pointed to him,"Your dreams, or. . . Nightmares as you say they are, I'd prefer to call them visions. I mean, how else could you have a dream about your friend being murdered, he ends up nearly dying and you also knew Crowface would hr in the school. . . I found your journal if you're wondering how I know this.", Norman felt uneasy, tense and wary as the atmosphere grew more thick.
"They're nothing more than dreams and nightmares."
"If they were, you wouldn't be seeking professional help or be so concerned about them. . . And, wouldn't you say they got worse or more. . . Clear after what Gordon did to you?"
. . .
"You know. . ."
"Gordon told me about it, how your own father was one of them for your safety and you ended up being on of their experiments, damaged your health pretty badly, huh."
Norman shook his head,"I'm not getting anywhere. . . We'll figure this out, maybe I'll ask Gerda.", and Norman left, Leonard sat back on the bench.
"Maybe you'll have more answers if you harness that power of yours and stop shoving it down."
"Good day you Sociopath!"
. . .
Leonard smiled.
"You're not the first to call me that."

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Norman breathed a sigh of relief, stepping out and paused for a moment.
A corner finished bagging Leslie's body.
Keith stood there, watching them leave.
. . .
"Keith. . ."
"Repeated bash to the head; No mystery, Crowface was 'kind' enough to leave a note."
Keith showed it to Norman.

'Lost His Game'

"Jesus. . ."
Keith nods,"And. . . While he was a Cultist, he was still my friend and I can tell he had remorse. . . I'll do what I can to stop Crowface.", Norman nods,"Is there anything I can do for you?", Keith sighed, patting his shoulder,"Go home and rest, relax yourself.", Norman nods,"Oh, uh. . . I can do that.", Keith sighed, this workaholic. . .
What was he gonna do with these people?

Not long after Norman left, taking his advice hopefully, Keith sat down and looked through all this Cult stuff.
There were drawings, symbols or. . . A language that did not look familiar in the slightest.
He'd definitely need to call in an expert to look over this, or he'd ask his wife cause she was religious amd understands this, maybe??
Keith noted all the tabs he looked at before but flicked through to find anything on Crowface or these 'experiments', rituals that they did.

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"So you finally tried a Golden Apple, what did you think?"
Nicky gave a thumbs up,"It was really good! I understand why you guys liked it so much and wanted me to try it, and you weren't wring when you said it made you sleepy.", Mya nods,"Yeah it is odd.", Nicky made a face,"Though, I don't think I'll have it again because I don't think all that sugar settled well as I threw up a day after.", Aaron nods,"Yeah. . . It does have a lot of sugar.", Mr Murtaugh was nearby listening to their conversation, while marking grades in his book and a thought hit him.
Why would a Golden Apple, something he assumed was full of sugar, make someone feel sleepy??
Mr Murtaugh closed his book slowly, having an idea.

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"Least it's not acid. . . If you weren't injuried, I'd slap you for having acid in this classroom."
Mr Murtaugh nods,"Yeah, that fair.", Camila adjusted her glasses, getting some of her hair ouf of her eyes.
"You believe something is wrong with The Golden Apples?"
Mr Murtaugh took out a bag,"I got one in case I wanted to try it, haven't had it in years especially when I had braces, but. . . When you think of a treat, treats aren't meant to put you to sleep, especially not this that was full of sugar.", Camila nods, that was odd. . . Mean, she knows a large amount of candy could put someone to sleep, but 1 Golden Apple?
Yeah, maybe Mr Murtaugh was onto something.

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Jay stepped in, taking his shoes off at the door,"Getting colder faster than I expected.", Luanne nods,"Yeah, and windy; I'll probably take Nicky to get him a new coat, besides I'll be heading a new jacket for a business trip later into December.", Jay nods, giving a thumbs up,"And also, got new keys for the new locks.", Luanne also gave a thumbs up,"Great."

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Molly smiled at Theodore.
"So: You understand. . . My work is complicated, it will take a lot of time and I'll probably change a lot like redesigning.", Molly nods,"I understand: And I'll ensure your rides are protected.", Molly titled her head,"And, also, destroy or take down the fair rides.", Theodore nods.
. . .
He held out his hand.
"You have a deal; And we'll draw up a contract."
Molly nods and they shook on it.

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Theodore found his goggles, though they were a little busted but he could do a quick fix on them.

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He arrived at The Fair where he met Molly, ready to take down the fair.
"Ready?"
"Yep."