A multifandom fanganronpa inspired by somebody's killing game and you know who you are because my heart is shattered but its okay because it's fine.

listen I didn't expect to ship them BUT LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK AWWWWWWWWWWWW

so.

joey gets someone mad now most of the studio be behavin' like wild animals. 

thanks joey. I'm half convinced that was a ploy to make sure certain people got together.

  Someone hissed down the corridor; Norman could only assume that it was Wally and not an actual snake that had found its unfortunate way to the studio.

He knew that Susie was the one in the rafters cawing and cackling like a crow and that Shawn was somewhere in Heavenly Toys hopping around and picking fights.

"So I miss the one employee-day, and suddenly the studio is a zoo," he chuckled. "I wonder if anyone isn't affected by this..."

But alas, other than the lyricist and lead animator, no such luck. Yet despite everything, Joey still wanted them to produce cartoons? He laughed as yet another band member began chewing on their music sheet.

But despite the chaos, there was one person he hadn't seen since the trip. He must've circled the studio dozens of times, seeing almost everyone acts in ways that gave him plenty of blackmail material for the next couple of months.

At some point, he shrugged it off but kept an eye out for the music director. But when the end of the day approached and there was still no sign of the musician, Norman took it upon himself to find the musician.

"Mister Lawrence...everyone's gone home..." he said, carefully stepping into Sammy's office. There under the desk and knawing on a random knickknack, was the music director. When Norman walked in, Sammy squealed and backed away. The projectionist would have laughed if he didn't piece together how humiliating this had to be.

Norman closed the door to help keep any stragglers in the dark about the music director's current state. "Seems I missed a lot on my day off, huh?" He laughed. Sammy gradually walked up to him, hunched over as though his body wanted him to crawl but didn't expect the sheer stubbornness.

"Hey, there mister, what're you up to?"

There were several things that Norman was expecting. He did not expect to be pushed to the ground so that Sammy could curl against him and sleep.

"Well...hey there..." he said quietly. Though he tried to move so that they were in a better position (and so he wasn't laying at an odd angle), Sammy just kept him in place. Eventually, Norman realized that he had to get the two of them clocked out so that neither of them had to explain to Joey (who, admittedly, was probably flopping around his office) why they stayed for overtime.

With a whole lot of luck and a tiny miracle, he managed to pick Sammy up and adjusted him so that he could carry him with more ease. Though Sammy grunted when he was moved, there wasn't a lot of fight to keep them in the office.

It took a whole new miracle to get the two of them clocked out and out of the studio, especially because Sammy refused to stand on his own and there weren't a lot of cabs this late at night.

But one call to one Jack Fain later, the two managed to find a ride.

The lyricist didn't ask any questions about the situation but shared a brief look with Norman that caused them both to break out into laughter. Sammy was displeased with the interactions, but he was too exhausted to care.

"Do you want me to drop you off at one place or separately?" Jack asked, breaking the silence. Norman took a look at Sammy, who was sprawled along the two seats on the left and resting against Norman's shoulder.

"...My place is fine, Jack," He whispered. "I don't think mister Lawrence here can make it to the front door."

"Your place it is," he chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't say a word about tonight."

Norman breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Jack. Let me know how I can pay you back."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Something tells me I'll be shuttling most of the staff home tonight," came the reply.

Still, the hour was late by the time Jack pulled up to Norman's apartment complex.

"Call me or Henry if you need any help with Sammy," Jack chuckled. "I'll swing by the studio and see if anyone needs a lift. Take care!"

Norman waved, watching Jack drive away. Sammy was no longer being carried, but he did now hang off of Norman.

"Alright, come on then. Let's get you to bed..." he said quietly, picking Sammy up and carrying him up the stairs. Due to the late hour, most of the tenants were sleeping or at least quieting down for the night. Of course, others played music or games at max volume. These were far and few in-between, since a noise complaint risked heavy fines.

Alas, Norman lived on the third floor, that having been the one floor with apartments that fit his budget and needs. So the trek upstairs was littered with brief rest breaks, during which Sammy was set on the ground temporarily while Norman caught his breath. By the time he finally made it to his apartment, Norman decided that this fiasco would be best as a one time deal.

"Next time this happens, I'm gonna drag you up those stairs myself, Mister Lawrence," he sighed, fumbling with his keys to the door.

Sammy just tightened his grip and sighed happily when Norman tightened his hold on the music director. After getting inside of the apartment, though, Norman was more concerned with how they were going to sleep.

It wasn't more the issue of only one bed; not at all. Even if there was only one bed, Norman had a couch and enough cushions and extra blankets to make a makeshift bed. Oh, no. The problem was that Sammy had refused to leave his side since the studio.

Which did mean that making a cushion fort for himself was out of the question. Oh, and the bed wasn't that large- he didn't have a need for huge beds so there wasn't a lot of space.

But the music director wouldn't let go, so to the bed they shuffled. At this point, both of them were too exhausted to care, Norman just sliding off their shoes before collapsing on top of the sheets and blankets.

It was...not the most comfortable night's rest, at least in Norman's case, but it was fine enough. Interrupted by Sammy either gathering up the sheets or Jack asking him if things were all right.

By the time morning came, he was reading a notification from Henry saying that in the light of recent events they didn't have to come to work and had the studio closed. Which was great for him, as the morning sun fried his eyes and Sammy still held on to him.

"..wh're you awake..." he muttered, tightening his group around Norman's waist. Both of them froze at that, Norman staring in shock for a good minute.

At some point, Norman broke the silence and asked, "When did you get back to normal?"

To which Sammy only shrugged, muttering a short "Sometime on the ride home," as his answer.

Before dragging Norman back into bed and going back to sleep.