My Muse || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

⭐️ My Muse || Chapter Ninety Nine

"That's a house. That's a house. That's also a house." Vincent was giving me a very informative tour of the base. By informative I mean pointing at very residential building and telling me it was a house. "I know I'm not as smart as you, Vincent, but I think I can tell that that's a house." I chuckled, following his finger. "That's the armory." "Huh-?" He laughed, patting my back. The building looked exactly like the others, tricking me. "It was on purpose," he said, adjusting his glasses. "If our weapons were in some steel plated guarded building, it would be robbed first." "Can I go inside?" I asked, poking his shoulder. "It also doubles as a prison." He added, wiping the lens. "Prison for what?" "Traitors," He smirked, nonchalantly. "Oh, and that's a house."

"Emma. Emma. Emma." "What?" She hissed, throwing her pillow at me. I was laying in my bed, turning to the side she was on. "You've been sleeping a lot more nowadays." She pulled her blanket over her head, voice muffled under the fleece. "If I'm not sleeping I'm probably crying."

Right. Oliver was... dead. The boy she loved.

"Do you wanna do something fun?" "Like what?" Sad Emma wasn't really fun to be around. She was a killjoy, always upset, always mad, a short temper. She must've really loved Oliver. "Let's break into the armory." Her orange antenna peeked out from the blanket, turning towards me. "Why?" "Because I'm bored. Norman is busy planning attacks and shit. And I want to see you smile." Emma's vibrant green eyes were glaring at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "And you think breaking into somewhere we're not supposed to be will make me do that?" I nodded my head vigorously, smiling. She sighed deeply, pulling the blanket down. "Okay, fine. Let's go." I jumped up, pulling her into a hug.

We creeped out of our house, examining the dim cave system. The place looked so different during quiet hours. The usually brightly lit bridges and streets were dark and eerie, not a peep to be heard from any angle. "I think it's this way." I mumbled, tip toeing down a cold set of stone stairs. I should've gotten my shoes. I counted the row of houses, scratching my chin. One, two, three... four? Was it number four? I turned the knob of the fourth house, the door unlocked. A child was snoring loudly, unbothered by my intrusion. I closed the door quietly, Emma giggling as I stepped back onto the street. That's what I was looking for. "Perhaps it's number five," I said, stepping up the familiar steps. It was... also unlocked? But it was empty. It was an empty room, a wall made of bookshelves the only furniture. "Maybe it's a library?" Emma muttered, stepping by my side. The door clicked behind us, the two of us staring at the wall. "Maybe it's one of those cool hidden doorway things." I said, tilting a random book. I waited, half expecting the shelf to swing open, revealing a hidden tunnel. "Hey, y/n..." She whispered, tugging my sleeve. "This book has Minerva's crest." I grinned. She tilted the head of the book ever so slightly, a soft rumbling filling the room. A gush of air blew past my ankles, making me shiver. "D- Doorway..." I shuddered, hugging my arms. Emma clutched the top of shelf tightly, pulling it open. The stone tunnel I imagined was right there, another stone staircase leading levels downwards.

God, this is gonna sting. I took a deep breath, running down the concrete steps. Emma hissed my name, running after me. I giggled, skidding to a stop on the wooden platform at the bottom. Shelves and shelves of guns, swords, hammers, bows, any weapon you could think of was being stored. "Huh, dart gun," I whispered, picking it up. Emma shuddered, walking to the pistol shelf. "I could use a new handgun," she muttered, shuffling through a bucket of pistols. "Do you think they would notice?" I laughed, putting the tranquilizer down. A bundle of syringes were sprawled over the wooden table, along with a folded sheet of paper. I stuffed it into my pocket. A regaling tale for later, I guess. I turned to Emma, who had froze. "Hey, you ready to go back?" I said, nudging her shoulder. Her lip was quivering, hands trembling around a pistol she had picked out. "Does it speak to you?" I giggled, peeking inside.

Then I understood.

It was pistol I'd held once before, after knocking out a certain someone with a rock arrowhead. I remember this pistol being held to my sibling's head. It wasn't a pistol I could forget.

"Yuugo..." I muttered, touching it's dented barrel. It was his. This was his gun. Why did- Why did Norman have it? Why was this in his armory? Emma dropped it, stumbling to the heavy rifles. "These- These are all their guns. This..." she picked up a faded gray shotgun, clutching it close to her chest. "This was Lucas'! This was Lucas' gun! I remember- Oli- Oliver used this... I- I don't-" I shoved my hand over her mouth, hissing at her to stay quiet. A pair of footsteps echoed in the stone hallway, muttering to himself. "I thought I closed this." He muttered, tapping his fingers on the wooden shelf. "I hope Boss doesn't find out." What I assumed to be the bookshelf skidded shut, a clack resounding through the concrete walls. His footsteps faded away, as I released my grip from Emma's mouth. We both sighed deeply, looking at each other worriedly.

I picked up Yuugo's pistol, shoving it into my pant's waistband. We quietly shuffled our way outside, slipping back into bed. I stuffed the pistol into my pillowcase, touching it's grip one last time.

Emma was still shaking, clutching her blanket tightly. Ray... Yuugo... Zack... I reached for his headband, sitting dormant on my nightstand. I'm coming for you guys. I'm going to save you.