The Lifeless Beauty of Gracefield [ray x f! reader]

Reader's Special!

Here is the update completely based from the poll from last update!

Here is the scenarios/ Q&A that have been selected!

@peachyxchuuu
[might change some of them- BUT ITS STILL LIKE THE SAME THING]

Waitress: What would you like as your side sauce?

Emma: I would like ketchup!

Ray: Cheese.

Norman: Mayo would be fine.

[y/n]: the blood of the innocent. please.

——

Main 4 when sneezing:

Ray-Sneezes into his elbow

Norman-Sneezes into his hand

Emma-Sneezes on anything

[y/n]: ohhhhhh so that thing when my nose gets itchy and it's hard to breathe correctly isn't a sudden burst of emotion and i didn't have to hold it in.

[y/n]: ohhhhhh

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[y/n]: you can trust me. let's not forget who pulled you out of river when you were six.

Don: Let's not forget who pushed me in.

Ray: That day was the funniest sh*t of my life.

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[y/n]: in light of what you did for me you can hug me in a span of four to five seconds

Emma: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS!?

[y/n]: four to five seconds, dipsh*t.

Emma: TOO LATE!

[y/n]: f*ck.

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[aged up]

Ray: I wasn't that drunk last night

Norman: you flirted with [y/n]

Ray: So? She is my girlfriend

Norman: You asked her if she is single and cried when she said that she wasn't.

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[y/n]: someone here is guaranteed to die...

Emma: ...Of fun!

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Emma: going to plan B?

Norman: technically we are at plan G

Emma: Plan G? How many plans to we have? Does it go all the way to- idk, plan M?

Ray: Yeah, but you die in plan M

[y/n]: i like plan m, let's do it.

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[aged up]

Their response to "I want a baby" :

Emma: but..I'm a baby 🥺

Ray: Would not recommend. Babies are a 3/10 at best

Norman: ...that's a weird thing to ask for lunch—

[y/n]: give me a week and some play-dough. red, yellow, or blue, what color.

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Norman: Ayo what time is it

[y/n]: emma, you know what to do.

Emma: [plays the recorder at an ear-raping pitch]

Ray, bursting into the room: wHO THE F*CK IS THE KID WHO HAS THE ✨AUDACITY✨ TO PLAY THAT SH*T AT TWO THIRTY-FIVE IN THE F*CKING MORNING?!?