ALIVE • Norman x reader (Book 2)

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I am deeply sorry and want to apologize to you all. I am currently caught in between the book and the manga and I have chosen the anime and decided to hop on the manga path. Due to this, it has affected my story, so instead of dwelling on the manga entirely, I will form this onto my storyline of what I see fits. Thank you.

•Warning: This story may not suit some readers as it contains gore, depression, NSFW, suicidal thoughts, mature scenes, death, manipulation, etc. Please proceed with caution and respect me, the author, and other readers.

I have changed essential things within this story to see a more appropriate fit for the characters. The older characters are 18 yrs old•

🦋Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.🦋

Darkness.

That's the only thing that was surrounding the spectacle of the being, sitting in the center of the universe as their head moved sluggishly from side to side, mumbling incoherent words. Stardust particles floated around them and glowed brightly, staring down, delivering company to the loner.

'Come on, Y/n!'

Another soul's voice echoes out into the cosmos, trying to get you to listen to them. Children laugh bounces around in mockery, taunting the clueless individual of it all. Chants of your name repeatedly replay on loop. That name. Why does it sound so familiar? Were you someone important? Why were they calling for you when you aren't here?

"Where-"

'You're right...'

A feminine voice cuts in with a negative tone. Your name was again called by others, repeatedly trying to get you to follow their requests, but your voice continued to converse, ignoring the ones behind you.

Everything sounded muffled. But yours... Oh, yours...

It was sharp as a knife, contaminated like a snake's venom and wicked like a raven witch tongue.

Light chocolate round orbs flickered around the gloomy abyss, trying to figure out where you lurk. A ghost's spirit appeared in multiple areas just before disappearing. Every time it would seem and vanish into thin air, it got closer.

And again...

And again...

And

Again.....

Finally, there you were.

"How did you," a man's voice rasps out, followed by loud pants. "You can't do it..." His throat felt tight and dry as if he was forced to eat a dry roll without getting any refreshments to wash it down. He was parched. His skin was wet, and it was sticking onto his clothes. He was sickened by his sweat.

You stalked towards the man slowly with an angered expression. Fists balled up at your sides, making your nails dig into the surface of your palms—one foot after another. Reverberates of your footsteps go out into the macrocosm. Like a divine being, a brilliant white aura engulfs your body with each step before fading into nothing.