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I'd been thinking of writing some and then James' bit made me actually get around to doing it. 3 drabbles from NPCs in NF, I'm hoping to write more of these and slowly get one done for all my favourite NPCs. Without spoiling plot of course.



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She was achingly pretty and her voice was like music and all the finest things in life. She asked if she’d upset him, speaking softly in that voice like honey, he shook his head.
 
He wasn’t sure if it was just her scent, that almost sickly sweet intoxicating scent that made him adore her. But right now it hardly mattered. He felt the light hum at the back of his mind; he’d never noticed it until Forty had said to look, but now he felt it and saw its power come over her.
 
His longing now reflected in her eyes.
 
*
 
The screams echo down the stone walls of the bunker and raise the hairs on Dan’s neck as he pushes his trolley down the dark corridor. He steels himself before opening the door, the blood makes his stomach churn.
 
He offers a small smile to the Father, he’s come to let the poor man rest, his hands are slick with blood from his messy work and his guest hangs limp in the shackles now. Pity wells up as the old man leaves, his eyes glazed with the madness his holy duty brings. Dan begins to mop away the blood.
 
*
 
She woke screaming from a dream filled with darkness and dread and collapsed back on her pillow with a huff. She tossed her blanket aside, now more annoyed than scared as the dream settled into place. The future was terror.
 
She had to be awake for school in under an hour. She cursed the dreams for waking her with not quite enough time to really go back to sleep and dragged out her headphones to try to drown out the voices of prophecy.
 
As it turns out Manson can be louder than fate if you play him just right.