Norman Babcock x Reader

Truth.

~Norman's pov~

I woke up and saw seven different people. They all looked familiar. One of them was on a podium. I got up when the one on the podium started talking.

"Agatha (L/n) of His Majesty's province of Massachusetts, on this day you have been arraigned for the horrible crime of witchcraft, witnessed by those whose testimonies have been heard."

I looked at the six people in front of him and they looked really familiar.

"You have, by this court, been found guilty!"

"No!" I shouted.

"And it is passed on you, according to your grievous crimes, execution!" He said.

I then heard sobs behind me and I turned around to see a little girl with black straight hair, blue eyes, and she has the same face as (y/n). She also had handcuffs on.

"No! No!" she shouted as she cried.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" the guy on the podium asked

"I was only playing." She said.

"Aye! With fire! You were speaking with the dead!" He shouted. The six people started to get close to us as I got in front of the little girl and tried to stop them.

"Wait! No!" I shouted.

"I'll not risk damnation on these good people!"

"No, you can't do this!" I shouted.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" the girl shouted.

"You are to be taken to the place of execution where you will be hanged by the back until you be dead!"

"Stop!" the girl shouted. She then started to glow yellow with lighting crackles coming out of her.

"Leave me alone or I'll make you sorry! I'll make all of you sorry!" she shouted and everything went white.