𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐲 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 ✩ 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝗼𝐧

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𝐬𝗼𝐧𝐠: 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝗼𝐭 𝗺𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

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Ruby snuck past the living room, drinks in one hand and keys in the other, and a Swiss Army knife in her back pocket.

She hopped in the car and placed the drinks in the passenger seat, taking the army knife and slipping it up her sleeve.

She had realised the guy from the diner all those months ago had been Tate.

And it was in Tate's presence Vera would chant the word 'Satan', or 'Satana', as it was said in Russian.

Ruby couldn't help but be paranoid about it.

She switched on the radio as she drove along, listening to a song from a new album that had been released under a year ago.

'Black Sunday', the song being 'Hits From The Bong'.

Ruby laughed quietly as she heard the lyrics. Singing about drugs.

She rapped the wheel in tune with the music, dancing around as she pulled up on a street nearby to the graveyard.

She shut off the engine, hopping out whilst humming the addictive song.

She retrieved the beers and walked along the dimly lit streets, Vera and a few others ranting at her as she went.

But then, as she crossed over into the graveyard, they disappeared.

Ruby stopped, her heartbeat loud and speeding up.

She gripped the knife reassuringly, slowly taking a step into the cemetery, then another, and another.

There was no sign of Tate, and suddenly she missed the ghouls that had been haunting her for over half a year.

"I'm actually going to fucking scream." Ruby hissed into the air.

"Well don't, you might scare away the ghosts,"

"WHAT THE FU-?" Ruby exclaimed, whipping out the Swiss Army knife and brandishing it threateningly.

Tate stood wearing dark clothes, a smirk on his face. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should keep your voice down."

"I know, it's fucking illegal Tate- but so is killing me," Ruby sneered, the knife still pointed at him.

"I'm not going to kill you! Jeez, you really believe I'm a psycho?" Tate said.

"I don't. But you're dressed like one." Ruby said firmly, lowering the knife and sliding it in her pocket. "You scare me again and I will stab you."

He nodded, looking to the beers. "What're they for?"

"Drinking- duh- we're in a spooky graveyard, they'll ease the tension." Ruby shrugged.

She set them down as Tate took a seat, leaning against a tombstone.

She sat down too, passing him a bottle.

"Shit, this is the good stuff." He remarked, popping off the cap against the grave.

"Only the best in my house." Ruby sighed, taking a large swig.

He looked at her and understood what she meant. "Oh, sorry. Y'know, my dad walked out on me, and my mum's a bitch..."

"My mums dead." Ruby looked at him, a tiny sad smile twitching on her face.

Tate laughed. "Broken families make broken brains."

"Who said that?"

"I did."

They both laughed emptily.

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Once they had finished all the beer, which didn't take too long, Tate stood up.

"Ok..." he began, staggering slightly as he leant against the tombstone for support. "Let's go find a good moselium."

Ruby shiver herself up. "A what?"

Tate sighed. "It's basically a house for dead people, but smaller."

"Ahhh, right, I get it." Ruby smiled, following him through the graveyard.

It was weird, their conversations. They were vague and lighthearted, but about dark and strange things like death and asylums.

"The ghosts are gone, they have been since I crossed into the graveyard." Ruby sighed.

"Obviously, there might be some bad ghosts here or something, they wouldn't want to come near them."

"You're shitting me. If I can see ghosts, what if they find a way to like, hurt me, or something? You've literally just led me into a city of ghosts." Ruby said, furrowing her brow in surprise.

"Yeah, don't worry, you'll be ok." Tate reassured her. "Because they won't hurt you unless you let them."

"Don't bullshit me, I can't control them!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Well you'll just have to learn to."

"Why are you assuming that I can? Why do you already believe that they're real? Why don't you think I'm crazy?" Ruby ranted, the alcohol getting the better of her.

Tate stopped and turned around, staring straight at her with his dark eyes. "Because you're not crazy, Ruby. I know crazy and it's not you, not yet. And besides, if there's a chance you can control them, the you've gotta take it."

"O-ok then." Was all Ruby could say to that. She wasn't expecting such a reply, and she wasn't expecting it to make her feel the way it did.

"C'mon, I think this one might be good." Tate said.

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