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@raystxntz gets a note!

[bassclefdana]

[Dana strides into the firehouse, arms full with two paper bags of things for Ray to eat, half being Cheez-its and other snacks, the other half being ingredients for meals that could be prepped at any time]

Ray I have your stuff!!

@raystxntz

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☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || "you want the truth? the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison. it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up. and it’ll destroy us both." || @raystxntz​

HAVING ALWAYS POSSESSED AN IRONCLAD SKIN, VERY LITTLE IN TERMS OF WORDS HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BOTHER EGON SPENGLER. It didn’t take a genius to understand why this was the case - throughout his childhood and beyond, he’d often been the subject of judgement from his peers, his personality deemed peculiar, his hobbies strange, the way in which he exhibited his intelligence a cause for concern. Granted, he’d never been a normal person by any means - but, then again, what did consitute such a broad, such a subjective term as normal? He suspected that the treatment he’d faced had its root in archaic opinion more than anything else.

STICKS AND STONES COULD BREAK HIS BONES, BUT WORDS WOULD NEVER HURT HIM - EXCEPT IF IT WAS THESE WORDS LEAVING RAY’S MOUTH. Their timing unexpected, their meaning cutting through his heart like a knife, he resisted the urge to visibly wince at them. It was bad enough any of his friends degrading themselves - but Ray? The person that was closer to him than any other? Unacceptable. He rarely tolerated such behaviour, and he certainly wasn’t going to tolerate it now.

❝ Ray...what are you talking about? You don’t fuck things up. You’re not going to fuck this - us - up. You know I hate it when you devalue yourself. ❞

[bassclefdana]

Dana? It’s Ray. I’ve meant to check in more regularly, everything’s been so crazy lately....how’s Sardy doing? Is she settling in well? Eating alright? Does she need more toys or food? I can give you recommendations—

(@raystxntz)

Ray!! It’s so good to hear from you after so long, Sardy and I miss you very much. ♡

The little lady has accommodated quite well to my place, and likes to curl up next to Oscar when we have tummy time.

Also she’s always well fed, I get her the fancy feasts tins and i’m always punctual about feeding her!

I do hope you’re able to come home soon, mainly so we can just catch up on things. It feels as though there’s a small void in your absence.

Thank you for reaching out Ray ♡

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@raystxntz​ - continued from here.

THIS WAS NOT HIS RAY. A fact that was occasionally subjected to oversight on his part. The multiverse, the realm of countless possibilities, the place that would forever be a source of constant inntrigue for him - and yet, out of all the millions, billions of potential universes he could’ve visited, he found himself travelling to one more than any other.

THIS WAS NOT HIS RAY. That much had been clear since their first communication. They hadn’t met in person, but had still talked across the nexus - even so, he wasn’t a carbon copy of the Ray in his own plane of existence. That much was to be expected - there existed a universe for everything, after all, even one in which he himself was blonde - but there was something about this particular Ray. Yes, the Ray he had known since a student was his closest friend, and he’d have happily laid down his life for him...but it was this Ray that had captured his attention, in ways he hadn’t anticipated. The pair had met a number of times by this point, their bond strengthening remarkably quickly - completely unsurprising, it was Dr. Raymond Stantz, after all - and with the means of cross-dimensional transportation at his control, he was now a regular visitor, finding himself unable to be away from this Firehouse, this Ray, easily for very long.

THIS WAS NOT HIS RAY. Yet...what if there was a way for that to change?

HE’D BEEN WATCHING RAY TINKER WITH THE DEVICE WHEN HIS THOUGHTS HAD WANDERED. His kiss, however brief it was, however much it had prompted him to flee the scene immediately afterwards, had still come from a place of meaning. He couldn’t ignore it any longer. It was only going to be an endless source of mental harassment if he did. Thus, swallowing his nerves - as well as a fair amount of pride, no doubt - he had gotten Ray’s attention. He was silent for a moment, shy demeanour kicking in, trying to plan the right words to say.

❝ It’s nothing serious...I just - hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable the other day. ❞

[bassclefdana]

Egon, If you need anything else, I’m a call away, and you can always find me at the museum on weekdays.

Something I suggest you do, is to maybe write down a list of those who you consider a part of your support system. Then maybe whenever you feel like you’re struggling to keep your head above water, you can look at that list and reach out to any one of them, or even just remind yourself that you aren’t alone.

I gotta get Oscar to bed, just take it easy, and remember what Ray and I have told you.

@do-ray-egon

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𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼. 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻. 𝙸 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵. 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽...𝙶𝙴𝙴𝚉, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝟺 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴. 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳'𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾?

𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝙾. 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙱𝚈 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 - 𝙸 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙳𝚁. 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴, 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝚂.

@spxnglr || @raystxntz

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☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || 📜 || @raystxntz​