𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 [ the promised neverland ]

xl | 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

isabella's sight lowered to the old woman's back in horror. she gulps, quickly turning her attention to the towering monsters standing by her side. she would rather look at their drooling mouths than sarah's horrific sight. she couldn't fathom how the girl could have the guts to do this to her own mother. isabella was scared if (y/n) planned this out. or she just did this out of spite.

though isabella wouldn't ask what made the girl do this kind of cruel thing. after all, sarah left (y/n) with a lot of scars- not just physically.

(y/n) took her time to give isabella a message. etched on the old woman's back are small bloody letters, almost unreadable, as hints of sarah's struggles are visible through the mess of the cuts. isabella grimaced to herself, reading the note as fast as possible.

not a goodbye

just a see u later

mwa !

love, (n/n)

a moan and then another, sarah is barely alive, (y/n) didn't kill her. isabella knew to herself that it wasn't (y/n)'s intention to kill the old woman- but what (y/n) did is was no different than ending her life.

"peter..."

what the hell did you do to my daughter?

sarah desperately stretched her hand towards isabella's foot, like she's asking for the younger woman's help, though isabella only stared down at her. for a moment, isabella thought she saw (y/n) though the suffering of the old woman. she moved her foot away from sarah's reach, showing not even a single sign of pity-

"isabella, save- me..."

-disgusted by the old woman's words.

"do not kill her," cold-hearted isabella swiftly turned her back to the old lady, her long black dress fluttering as it follows her movement. her lack of care remains in her sophisticated aura, isabella slowly walked to the door that leads outside the room.

grandma showed them no mercy, and isabella will play along with the old woman's own game.

"let the tifari feast on her alive," the tapping of her heels slowly fades away in the distance as the old lady gurgles inaudible words of pleading for leniency.

× × ×

to (y/n), it was an honest surprise how much norman has changed, though they don't know each other for that long. she still sees the norman she knew when they're still in grace field, she could feel he's somewhere in him. norman may be tarnished by the experimentation period he has in lambda, but his ideal future with emma and ray isn't.

he will do anything to save them, anything.

eradicate all the demons blah, blah, blah. norman's speech, (y/n) couldn't care less. the escapees cheered, (y/n) didn't.

one would think that it would be reasonable to celebrate for the escape's success, not for (y/n). and it wasn't because she isn't glad that they're slowly creeping towards freedom they dream of. in fact, (y/n) is happy- but she's overwhelmed. a lot of things happened in such a short time, she's having a hard time processing everything.

something's missing, and (y/n) wouldn't bother to find whatever that is. well- she tried, but she's tired. she'd just wait 'til it gets to her, in her head. until then, she'd take the burden off her shoulders and be carefree for the time being.

nevertheless, (y/n) isn't going to give up. for now, she figured she just wants to take a break. she wants to rest and get her mind off the negative thoughts, else she'd reach her breaking point. and the person growing inside her will soon take over her, not that it matters. (y/n) has been longing to free herself from all her worries.

through norman's booming voice, the escapees jumped up and down, screaming once again. shouting incomprehensible words of agreement to norman's speech. cheers and applause filled the atmosphere as the orphans repeatedly chanted out minerva's name.

the (h/c) haired girl found herself walking out of the scene. at least everything is settled now.

at the corner of norman's vision, up the platform of the structure's small balcony that overlooks the entire hideout, he saw the (h/c) haired girl glance at him before she closes the door behind her.

gloomy, norman thought, smee's death really left her disoriented.

he waved to the escapees clustered on the foreground, on the back, on every corner of the hideout. he took one step back and quickly turned his heels to the door behind him. norman exits the scene with the proud smile on his face wiped by a stern look.

upon setting his vision to the room, three person sitting on the couch welcomed him, their gazes glued to the floor. he walked to the side of his table, waiting for them to start explaining why they're here. the sound of the escapee's chattering outside slowly calmed down. norman directs his eye to the teens sitting in the couch.

through the silence inside the room, the white haired boy looked back to the moment when they approached him during their travel towards their current hideout-

"we need to talk to you... about (y/n)."

"i saw what... (n/n) did," vincent was the first to talk. he hid his face on the palms of his hands, his shaky breath audible by the sigh he heaved, "we should look out for her, norman," he continued, shaking his head sideways whilst he keeps his head low, "i'm not sure if she's the same person you told us about."

somewhere in the back of vincent's mind, he was reminded by the younger sibling he has while he's still in glory bell, a girl named (y/n). he was hoping she'd remember him, even if they've only been together for less than five years- well, if she's the (y/n) that he knew.

she has the same features as (n/n), vincent thought, but her name is different. and the (y/n) he knows is the complete opposite of (n/n)'s personality. though he couldn't really say that for they only met that day.

but even if they're not the same person, vincent thought he wouldn't blame (n/n) for having a vengeful trait. he doesn't even know what circumstances she's gone through. for now, he thought he'd try to look after her and get close to her. just like what he did to get along with zazie.

(n/n)...

norman didn't respond, staring at vincent half-eyed. his expression unfazed, though his thoughts about the girl are a mess.

"i'm not into that girl," barbara quickly followed, though her statement might sound resentful, she's genuinely worried about what happened to the girl, and what makes her do that to another human being, "i-i wouldn't say she's crazy but..."

cislo nodded while resting his back to the side of the couch. his face etched with hints of curiosity and interest to the conversation.

norman's eyes fluttered close for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth shut tight. he doesn't know what to say, each and everyone of them knows what they've been through during their stay in lambda.

hell, anyone would go crazy just by seeing a glimpse of the experimentations.

norman's train of thoughts was quickly interrupted by three consecutive knocks. the attention of all the teens inside the room was grabbed by the noises coming from the other side of the door.

without any consent from norman, the doorknob turned and clicked, and the door slowly opened. the tension inside the room rising all the while.

the thoughts of the teens sitting on the couch turned into haywire as they recognize the person through the gap of the door and its frame.

and so, upon revealing the person standing in the doorway, the atmosphere in the room quickly changed into something awkward.

"heard y'all talking shit about me," (y/n) stated monotonously, her face blank and stoic.

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a/n:

hi there!

sorry in advance if the next few chapter are just filler fluffs, i'm really having a hard time on deciding whether i should take an original path or follow the manga/anime. it'd really help if you can give me an opinion abt this matter :D

new art entry on (y/n)'s gallery! i hope you guys like it!