°•- What if -•°

You're 'It' 💔

Takes place after Norman gets shipped off and is now in Lambda.
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A flick and a snap.

A click and a drip.

Ticking.

He could hear noises picking up volume in his ears. The everyday sounds he had getten used to. The daily smell of metal and burning flesh he always passes by.

" NO! HELP ME! "

The children always screams.

" IT HURTS! "

The voices always sang out in pain.

He doesn't do a thing. Stuck in his mind wondering about Emma and Ray. About his family and what he should be doing.

Planning.

*Zzzzzzttt*
The sound of the cameras make whenever he feels eyes starting to focus back on him. Disgusting and uncomfortable eyes directed at him through those lens.

He shivered and held his shoulders closer. Hugging them to make himself appear smaller. The yearning of warmth and soft voices of his family.

" You're different. " Ray's words back in the house and echoed before a distorted one followed. " I thought you were smarter than this. "

Norman shivered and wheezed. His heartbeat picking up speed. His lungs forcing him to take short breaths.

He needs to fight. His body is fighting him as well. His sanity keeps getting chipped off day by day. He keeps a tight hold on his conscious and wheezes out a short trembling painful breath. Hands grabs him at all different dimensions and he is pushed down to the ground.

He struggles and fights but loses control. Loses himself from the battle after the prick and the chemicals enters his body.

The world turns black.

He wakes up on his bed, blanket pooling on his knees when he sits up.

A note hidden under his tray of food on the table.

A Hunter that had selected him as his accomplice for whatever the note meant.

The camera's on the wall left no uncomfortable feeling yet giving him a sign that the watcher isn't entirely focus on him at the moment. A small container of pills with different colors was placed inside the tray with his meal. He feels his organs, most especially his stomach, do flips at the implication of those pills.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

He eats his meal while thinking of the past. Specifically the time he lies to Emma and Ray at escaping but suddenly he remembers.

Emma was always so energetic and honest. She was bright and cheerful. Energy often draining him with whatever fun things she wanted to do.

" There's no one among us siblings who is entirely bad. " Emma states with conviction and absolute.

True to her words. He never noticed it before until he had completely went against his own emotions and pointed the knife at Ray. Exposing him as the traitor but there were already times where he had acted out of character. The calm logical Ray being concerned and alarmingly emotional.

" If they aren't spies... This lie is too cruel... " Ray looked to the other side of the room while following Norman. Eyes uneasy and guilty.

He should have known better especially since it was Ray that started everything.