Canvas (Larry x Travis Fanfiction)

Notable Moment

[TW: gore]

It was raining.

 Of course, it was raining.

 Why is it that it's always raining when something bad happens in Travis's life? Travis watched the members of his Religious group slit his mom's throat over a dark, deep pit. Who dug that pit anyways? Someone was forcing him to look, making sure he didn't look away so Travis would know what happened to traitors. How could any loving God say this was okay? How could any merciful God say it was alright? He couldn't see his father's face, but he knew the last light in his eyes went out. Like the last bit of empathy in his father's soul decided to up and leave because it was so cold and empty in there.

He knew this was going to happen. For a week now, actually. But Travis can't take down a whole cult by himself, much less one with his father. So he wouldn't. He would just help others who could.

. . .

RRRRRING

Ugh, seriously, someone needed to fix that bell at some point. It sounded like a cat going through a blender fully conscious. It was the lunch period, three days after his mother's death. He had written a note and now he just needed to deliver it.. but man that was going to be difficult. Everyone in Sal's group hated him, for good reason or whatever he guessed. Not his fault being gay was a sin. But, they were the only other people not in the cult to know about the cult, so they were his best bet for helping in this. 

He watched Sal leave his locker with his group. Why did he even hang around those stoners? Travis rolled his eyes before going up to his locker and slipping his note in it nonchalantly. Wait, was that Sal's locker or was he just hanging around someone else's? Shit, wait- Travis felt his heart drop. No way to grab it now. Should he make an excuse and say it was someone framing him? Should he own up to it?

Travis saw the image of his lifeless mother flash before his eyes and he shuddered. Alright then. Any shred of dignity he had left was worth it to take down this stupid ass religion he was in. Revenge is worth anything to him, at this point. 

Larry headed to his locker, ratty backpack slung lazily over his shoulder. He had to grab his books for the homework he was going to pretend to work on. Picking the lock to his busted up locker, he reached for his Chem book-... This was not his Chem book. ' A letter..?' He mutters softly. Opening the paper up, he looked at the bottom of the sheet. Travis. Eww, Travis cooties. He sneered, ready to find the brat and shove the note down his dumbass throat; until he saw the word 'cult' on the page. Shit...Well, now he had to read this.

"Dear Sal, 

Listen, I know you hate me but I need help right now. I'm hoping the rest of your weird squad doesn't read this by accident, but regardless... I belong to the cult in this town. They talk a lot about you, and how you're "hunting them" or whatever, so I thought you'd be the best place to go to about this. My mom was recently killed by them for being a traitor. You won't hear about it. No one ever does. I'll give you any information I can, but please just stop them from killing anyone else. Put a note in my locker if you got this.

-Travis."