𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

chapter twenty-three: take care of each other

"Remarkable." Norman breathed, watching Peter working on Octavius' chip while you helped him. "The technology and the two of you."

Peter slightly stuck his tongue out in focus while you pointed where to place the last part of the chip. Your finger was slightly shaking while your heart started pounding. "When all this is over..." Norman continued. "...if you two need a job and you're willing to commute to another universe..."

You quickly moved away, walking near the door, and pressed your hand to the wall. Peter instantly sat up and removed his goggles, walking towards you while Norman followed. "(Y/n), are you okay?"

"Pills." You breathed out. "I-I haven't taken them."

"Pills?" Norman asked. "Whatever for?"

Peter quickly shot a web to your bag and pulled it towards him, searching for pills. "Uh, I don't know what pills you need, (Y/n)—"

"Y-Yellow..."

Peter looked for a yellow container and soon, he found it. He popped the lid open and gave you one pill. "May, water!"

May didn't need to be told twice and rushed in with a glass of water. You drank the pill with water, finally relaxing you. "Are you okay, sweetie?" May asked worriedly.

Peter helped you walk and sat you down just beside Dum-E. "I think you need to rest for a bit." Peter looked at his aunt. "Can you look after her for a while?"

May nodded. "Of course." Peter placed a kiss on the side of your head before heading back to the storage room. Norman lingered before following Peter to help him finish Octavius's cure. May sat next to you and let you place your head on her shoulder. "I've noticed some things, (Y/n)..."

"Hm?" You hummed.

"You're scared... of Norman." You clenched your fists at the mention of his name. "Peter told me. Your birth mother's boyfriend was quite abusive to you, and his name's the same as the man who's with Peter right now."

You shook your head. "I-I don't know if this Norman is worse or better than the Norman I've endured before."

"Well, whatever happens..." May ran her fingers through your hair in comfort. "I want you and Peter to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Take care of each other. You and Peter." May told. "No matter what happens, okay?"

You nodded. You thought of an idea, and you looked at May. "Can I borrow a pen? I want to write something."

A few minutes later, after finishing what you were doing, you jolted up when you heard Peter's voice of excitement. "It worked. That totally worked!" He left the storage room and slid across the room in excitement, showing you and May what he accomplished. "(Y/n). We did it! We got it!"

You chuckled lightly. "No, Peter, that was all you." Peter, in excitement, threw his goggles over the kitchen counter. "Sorry! Will you send him up?"

May nodded and stood up to press buttons on the device controlling Octavius' mechanical tentacles. "Yup. Here we go." You and May watched as Octavius was lifted up to the second floor while Peter hurriedly ran up the stairs. "Hold on, Doc."

Norman exited the storage room and looked up at Octavius. "All of these humiliations never cease," Octavius spoke. When Peter finally arrived on the second floor and was behind Octavius, the older man complained and protested. "You! Keep your science fair project away from me!"

"Hey, it will work." Norman scolded. "Have faith."

"Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster," Octavius squabbled.