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܀⊹ (THIS WAS THE MORNING BEFORE EMMA, YOU AND NORMAN KNEW!) ܀⊹

You, Emma, Ray, and Norman were close. You guys were the oldest— being 11. 38 of you— well, right before Conny got "adopted." You guys lived in an orphanage for most of your life— the year being 2046. Enma woke up as energetic as ever. Norman entertained her, while Ray teasingly shrugged it off. A wall surrounded the house, but was definitely climbable. The gate— small, and short, was there too. A gate where the orphanage's truck was— where the kids "went to their new homes" in.

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Conny left the orphanage with Mother Isabella, but Emma suddenly shrieked. “Conny left little bunnie!?” She cried out, and Gilda suggested to go before Mother Isabella reached the gate. Ray grunted and looked away. Almost as if he was... nervous. Emma and Norman walked out the door, and Ray glanced at you.

“Ray, are you okay?” You ask, your beady eyes bringing attention to your appearance. “Yeah, just tired.” Ray mumbled in a low voice.