-don't die- NorRay Story

-3-

TW

mentions of death, fire

-Rays POV-

I was running away from the house. I never planned to get here, and especially not like this . . . Flashes of a few minutes ago kept playing in my head, but I tried to push it down. No, just run, you need to run, Norman will catch up, he'll-

"Ray!" Norman called out from behind me. Emma wasn't with him, but that was expected. I'm not quite as delusional as the other kids.

I slowed down so he could catch up, but then kept running, "Norman," I let out a breath. I wasn't sure he'd make it out.

"What happened? Where are the others??" Norman's voice was shaking, and I wanted to hold his hand, to- Ray fucking focus your lives are literally on the line right now.

"I-I I can't," I panted, "I'll tell you when we're out of here, no time."

He nodded and we kept running.

(cutely timeskips to when they're on the other side of the crevice thingy bc that's ✨️boring ✨️ aaaand i dont remember)

Once we were on the other side and had I run until it felt like my lungs were about to burn a hole in my chest, I stopped and pointed at a tree that had an opening under its roots, "We're far enough now, right? We can stay there?" 

Norman nodded aggressively and collapsed into the caveish thingy. Shit, I forgot how weak he is. I followed him and sat down next to him, recovering.

"So," he said after a few minutes, "what the fuck just happened."

"Ah, yes," I responded. I shut my eyes and put my head in my hands, letting myself relive what had happened so I could tell Norman. "So. You remember sending us away from Emma, yeah? We made it to a doorway but... Mom was there. I think she overheard us talking about the escape before we saw her, so she knew what we were doing. She tried to talk us out of it, but she was blocking the way, and uh . . . I kind of panicked," my stupid breathing picked up. I'm shaking, even though I'm fucking fine now- urghhhhhhh.

Norman saw the look on my face and touched my hand, "Ray, it's okay, you don't have to keep talking right now." 

My heart felt fluttery. This was quite annoying. Rather nice as well though. Part of me wanted to pull away, but I didn't,  and I said, "No, I- I'm fine."

He looked at me funny, like he didn't quite belive me, but he let me continue.

"So, I panicked, and I kind of maybe sort of threw a burning piece of wood at Mom."

"..... Ray you're an idiot."

"Yeah I know. Anyway, after that Mom fell down, and I ran out the door, but the others were worried about her so they stayed, and-" my voice caught again. Shit. Norman looked like he was about to say something nice again, so I just kept going even though it sounded like I was crying. And even though I may have been crying. "And then the ceiling fell down and they were all on fire and I only heard their screaming and the little ones who evacuated (dw yall phil is fine)running over and they were screaming too and I just ran."

Norman blinked at me, "Ray, that's awful-"

"Yeah, I know it was, I was awful, I should have helped them, should have at least tried, and who kills their own mother even if she was going to kill me, I mean seriously-"

"Hush that's not what I meant and you know it."

I looked up at him. I really should have known that, " . . . sorry."

Norman smiled at me and laid down, not taking his hand off mine, "Go to sleep. You had a little bit of a rough day today."

"Hah."

A/N

EHEHEHPJN9IOH9UOH THE SILLIES IM LOSING MY MIND RN EHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE GET ME SOME MORE RUBBER DUCKS IM LOSING IT THIS IS NOT RELATED TO THIE BOOK WHATSOEVER BUT ITS FUN TO TYPE I NEED TO SHUT UP BYEEEEEE