Breeder

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Norman asked Phil to relay a message to Don and Gilda, telling them a brief summary of their situation. Of course, the news sent the entire orphanage into an uproar. Norman, who as always so calm and cool-headed and skilled in the kitchen, accidentally injured someone with a knife?

"Jeez. That new girl is sure having one hell of a day." Ray muttered to himself, standing by the infirmary door with the rest of the orphanage (minus Don and Gilda, who were busy trying to get lunch in order).

"Norman!! What did you do?!" Emma screeched, shaking the albino boy violently.

"I asked her what she wanted for lunch, and she said "you", and- and I got flustered, then she got too close so I pushed her away, and-"

"Norman. Calm down. This isn't like you." Ray cut in, putting a hand on Norman's shoulder to calm him down.

"I'm sure that she'll be fine. Now, explain from the very beginning." Ray ordered.

--- Meanwhile, In the Infirmary Room ---

"Hurt on your first day already, Erica? I'm surprised. Although, the wound isn't too bad. It missed all of the important tendons and veins and arteries-" Isabella started, before noticing just how calm Erica was.

She didn't even flinch or cry with pain, as most nine-year-olds should when they have a knife sticking out of their arm. Erica took her arm away from Isabella's hold and pulled the knife out savagely. Black blood splattered all over the floor, as well as their clothes.

"Black... blood?" Isabella muttered in shock.

"Are you really the best Mom candidate? You're denser than I thought you would be," Erica commented, face full of disappointment and annoyance.

Isabella almost hit the girl right then and there. But she composed herself at the last moment, putting her "good Mom" act on.

"Now, Erica, that isn't nice to say-"

"Shut it, Isabella. Or should I say... livestock number 73584?"

Isabella froze completely.

"I know that you haven't had your share of exposure when it comes to Breeders, but to think that you'd know so little... it's almost pathetic. You're so engrossed in playing house that you don't even try to know the information that would prove vital in your survival." Erica spat, obvious disgust all over her pleasant features.

"What time do you make your daily transmissions?" Erica questioned, using the saline and gauze to wipe the blood off of her arm.

Isabella's eyes widened at the sight of a completely normal arm, the wound nowhere in sight. She blankly stared at the nine-year-old girl wrap her arm with bandages expertly, despite the fact that there was no wound to protect.

"Are you deaf? Answer my question." Erica asked again, clicking her tongue in distaste.

".....At 12AM every night."

"Very well. I'll be in your office at eleven fifty. Should you choose to make an earlier transmission, tell Grandma Sarah that I have a few requests to make."

With the last comment, Erica left the infirmary room, leaving Isabella to her own confused thoughts.

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"Lunch is served!!!" Don shouted, pushing a trolley filled with curry and rice to the dining room.

Emma and Norman sat side-by-side. On the other side, facing the two, were Erica and Ray- with Erica facing Norman. Although Erica had said multiple times that the wound wasn't a big deal, Emma freaked out and kept saying that she should refrain from using her "wounded" arm.

As a result, Erica was sitting at the lunch table tied up, resembling the caterpillar cocoon from earlier that morning.

"How do you expect me to eat like this?!" She screeched in protest.

"I want my food!! FOOD IS PRECIOUS!! FOOD IS EVERYTHING" Erica continued, blue eyes blazing with passion.

"Here. Say ah."

"Ray?! But that's Norman's job!!" Emma argued, confusing the albino male beside her.

Ray was holding a spoon with curry and rice in front of Erica, expecting her to eat it. But when Erica moved to eat the food, Ray took it away and ate it himself, earning himself a nice headbutt to the side of his face.

"What is wrong with you?!" Ray yelled, holding his bruised face.

"What's wrong with me?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU DON'T PLAY WITH FOOD!! YOU DON'T PLAY WITH FOOD AND YOU CERTAINLY DON'T PLAY WITH AN INNOCENT GIRL'S HEART!! IF YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP ME FROM USING MY ARMS, THEN TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR ME, FOR FLYING FUCK DUCK'S SAKE!!"

"Is everything all right here, children?" Isabella spoke, giving the arguing kids a fake-ass smile.

"It's not like I lost a limb. Mom, can you tell these guys that I can eat food just fine with a hole in my arm?" Erica whined, giving Isabella a pouty face.

"Well... since Norman's the cause of this, why don't you take care of her, Norman?" Isabella suggested, surprising Norman and making his face turn red once again.

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Poor Norman. He's getting teased from all directions. Fufufufu...

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