What happens in the City of Secrets when no one is watching?
Collection of One Shots of characters and different pairings from GTA RP Nopixel.
Main pairings included in the title of each chapter. Short descriptions and word counts at the beginning...
Short Ray Mond centered fic. very minor Tommy x Ray and April x Ramee word count: 1500 warning/disclaimer: depression and suicidal thoughts. our girl is going through it. inspired after @obataff said we should all write little snippets of Ray's life during the past five years. here's my little adaptation of that.
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3,000 Miles
Ray Mond opens the door of her small studio apartment, shutting it quickly, locking both locks before latching the chain.
She sighs heavily, removing her sunglasses and hat concealing her face, before putting them on her kitchen counter. She leans on the counter, roughly scrubbing at her face before standing up straight again and undoing the harness of her backpack.
She removes the gun in her carrier without care, tossing it on the counter. Her eyes make contact with the firearm again slowly, before looking away. She'll never have the guts to actually go through with it.
She sits on her thrifted loveseat, bringing her backpack with her, pulling out a joint and lighting it as she counts the small bills that she made today at the corner. The weed business isn't popping like it was in Los Santos but at least it was something to live on.
She's doing numbers in her head, calculating rent and utilities, and the large cut that will be going to her supplier because he's nothing like Chodie or Wayne. She then thinks about how little she'll have left for food. It's no big deal, her appetite has been shit since leaving the city, anyway.
Her phone on the coffee table buzzes and she freezes, taking a deep breath. No one should be texting her. She has it for emergencies. Everyone she loves has her old number anyway.
I know you said not to contact you, but I want to make sure you're okay.
She doesn't even have to ask who it is. It's been nearly two years since she left Los Santos, and yet, he always seems to track her down.
Mr. K found her location once, took a late night flight and showed up at her door unannounced. She tried to tell him to leave, she tried to give him the chain back. But he insisted, time and distance will never make her less family. Made her promise she will reach out if she needs him.
She left for the next city the next day. If he knows where she is or how to contact her, he hasn't made it known. Mr. K knows how heartbroken she was when she left Los Santos. He knows she's safe as long as she doesn't call. She wouldn't be surprised if he checks up on her in the dark.
On one particular rough night, she bit the bullet and called April. She needed her best friend at that moment. She talked a hundred miles a minute the second she heard Ray's voice. The phone call took a dark turn, April desperately talking the gun out of Ray's mouth.
