Norman Babcock x Reader

Theatre Nightmare.

~Still (y/n)'s pov~

It was the night of the play. We finished singing. Everyone applaud but one guy said we sucked. (there's always that one guy!)

"I curse you accusers to die a horrible and grusome death, and rise from your graves as the living dead!" I said and everone started to 'die' "You souls, doomed to an entirety of damnation!"

Everyone fell down 'dead'

They started to surround me, with pitchforks saying "kill the witch!" over and over.

I noticed that Norman wasn't doing that. He was looking at Neil. I looked over and saw an owl on his head. Everyone's voices got slower. Then the ground and walls started to fade away into a forest. It was just me and Norman. He just dropped his pitchfork.

"What just happened?" I said.

We started to hear footsteps. We looked over and saw people.

"Witch! We know you're out there!" someone said.

We started to back up.

Crack!

I stepped on a branch.

"There!"

"No!" I said.

They started coming closer.

Norman grabbed my hand and started running. They were right on our tails.

We got blocked off by some branches. Then something grabbed Norman and he screamed.

"Norman!" I shouted.

The tree that had him made a face.

"ThE DeAd ArE cOmInG!!!" it said.

The group of people had me in a corner.

"Hey buddy." We heard the tree said. I turned and saw it was Neil.

"Are you okay?" Neil said.

Norman just let out a giant scream.

"The dead are coming!" he said, running and he fell off the stage.

I looked around and we were back on the stage, in the gym, with lots of people. I sighed with relief and walked over to Norman.

"Did he say 'the dead are coming'?" Mitch asked as everyone in the crowd started to mumble.

"No, no, no." Norman's father said.

"Yes! The tree told me!" Norman said and everyone looked at Neil.

Everyone started to mumble again, Neil looked sad, Norman looked down in embarrassment, and I didn't know what to do so I just stayed there.

~time skip, Norman's pov~

"This is where it stops. It's one thing being a mental case in front of your family, but not the whole freaking town!" My dad told me as we were driving home. Everyone left early because of what I did.

"There isn't going to be anymore talking to ghosts, or grandmas, or witches, or, what is it now?" dad said as we pulled into the driveway.

"I think it's trees." mom said and dad groaned.

"You are grounded, you hear me?" dad said.

"This is ridiculous, (y/n) isn't a witch and I'm not a freak, I wish everyone could see what I see, I never asked to be born this way." I said.

"Funny, neither did we." dad said, getting out the car.

Mom turned to look at me but I just looked down.

"You know, sometimes people say things that seem mean, but it's really because they are afraid." mom said.

"He's my dad, he shouldn't be afraid of me." I said getting out of the car.

"He's not afraid of you, he's afraid for you." mom said.

I just walked inside.