Norman Babcock x Reader

Wanting To Help Out.

~3rd pov~

"I really don't think we should be leaving him!" Norman's father said.

"Perry, you promised me a meal that somebody else microwaved." Norman's mother said.

"He's probably up there right now, fiddling with his Ouija, or his orbs, or whatever he's got up there! This is not good!" his father shouted as they left the house.

Meanwhile, Norman is in his room, scared of what to do. After the encounter with his uncle's spirit, he's been really scared of what to do. He's been pacing around his rooms, getting scared of his zombie stuff. Then his phone rang.

He checked his phone and there was a text that said "Come to the window!" He then looked out his window.

"Ahh!" he shouted.

He said a kid with a Jason mask and another kid next to him wearing a black hoodie with there hood up that looked like the grim reaper.

He ducked down for a minute but then looked out of his window again.

The kids took of there hood and Jason mask and it was just Neil and (y/n).

"You want to play some hockey?" Neil said.

"You know, I've kinda got other things on my mind right now." Norman told them.

"Is it that walking dead stuff again?" Neil asked and Norman sighed.

"Mr. Prendergast appeared to me in the bathroom." Norman told them.

"Ew." they both said.

"No! His spirit! He said the witch's curse is real and that I have to go to the old graveyard and stop it, before the sunsets tonight!" Norman shouted.

"So....you want to come and play a little later? Ow!" Neil said and got a punch in the arm by (y/n).

"Didn't you hear what I just said?!" Norman said.

"Yeah, but, I thought my idea was less likely to get us eaten." Neil said.

"Go home, you guys. I'm better off on my own anyway." Norman said.

"But-" (y/n) said.

"Go home!" I shouted and shut my window.

Neil turned around, put his mask on and walked away. (Y/n) followed him.

"Jeez, who rattled your chains?" Norman's grandma said, floating next to him.

"No one." Norman said, walking away.

Norman's grandma looked out the window. She saw Neil going over the fence when (y/n) Just watched him. As Neil hit the ground, the gate opened and (y/n) walked through it.

~(y/n)'s pov~

"Hey Neil, do you mind if I go help Norman?" I asked.

"Wait, what?!" Neil shouted. "Do you want to get eaten?!"

"It's either me or him. Look, I just want to make sure he'll be okay." I said.

"Alright, but what will I tell Mitch?" Neil said.

"Just tell him I'm at Selma's. Please don't blow this for me." I said.

"Alright, but you better come back alive!" he said, running off.

"Whatever!" I shouted back to him, chuckling.

~Norman's pov~

I noticed grandma looking out the window.

"Dad says I'm not suppose to talk to you anymore, grandma." I said.

"Jackass." grandma said, coming out of my bed. "If I were a poltergeist, I'd throw something at his head."

I went over to my action figures and started playing with one.

"You know, by rights, I'm suppose to be frolicking, in paradise with your grandfather, but I'm not." grandma said.

"So why did you stay?" I asked.

"I was never one for frolicking. I'll bet there's no cable or canasta up there, either." she said. "Besides, I promised I'd always look out for you."

"So It's your duty." I said.

"Uh, in a manner of speaking." she said.

"And you'd do it no matter what?"

"Of course!"

"Even if it was something really scary." I said, looking at an action figure.

"There's nothing wrong with being scared, Norman," grandma said, in front of me. "so long as you don't let it change who you are."

I smiled at her and then my phone went off again.

"Huh?" I said looking at it.

"Who is it?" grandma asked.

I went over to the window and saw (y/n) waving.

I looked at grandma with a confused look and opened my window.

"What do you want, (y/n)?" I said.

"I want to help you with the curse." she said.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"It sounds like a fun excuse for an adventue." she said with a smile.

I smiled back at her.

"Wait there, I'm gonna get my bike." I said and then I closed my window.

"It sounds like you're going on a date." grandma said.

I blushed. Grandma knew I liked (y/n).

"It's not a date, grandma, I'll be back later." I said, grabbing my red hoodie and walking out of my room.

~3rd pov~

"So I said to her, 'girl, come talk to me when your basket toss get 12 thousand hits on YouTube!" Courtney said laughing.

"Yeah. No, I said that. Yeah, I'm stuck on lame patrol, tonight's gonna be a total yawn!" she said as she heard a noise and messed up painting her nails.

"Norman! You better not be sneaking out, you little weirdo!" she shouted as Norman was pedaling his bike as (y/n) was holding onto him.