Sharp and Jagged (Ralph X Reader)

Your Choice. (Chapter 4)

A/N: Hejdnksjekdndx thanks for 100 reads omg-
This part of the story will be placed out like the game.
With 2 different outcomes.

You stretched. Ralph wasn't holding you anymore. But you were still in front of a lit fireplace. The flame amused you. You always saw dancing figures through the flames, a childish feature that nobody knew you still had. You noticed that there was a blanket wrapped around you, and a pillow that your head was resting on. But all you could seem to think was "Where's Ralph?"
As soon as you finish that thought, the sound of the weak, squeaky front door intruded your ears. You knew it was Ralph. Because you heard his cute yet manic laughter. But as you turned around, he was holding something. A dead opossum.
Ralph's laughter wasn't as cute anymore.
"Ralph found this for Y/N to eat!" His crooked grin widened, followed by a jolly little wiggle. You knew he meant well, but he was far from lost. He was trying his best to be friendly. And you loved that about him. But friendly or not, you couldn't eat that.
Nervously, you smiled. Not wanting to upset him.
"We will eat together just like a family." He smiled and twitched happily. He probably never had a family. That's something you two had in common. But you couldn't eat that animal.
"Come. Come and sit down, hnghng!~" He giggled. He gestured to a chair at the table. You slowly got up. As you did, you noticed he was waving his knife around in his other hand, which scared you deeply.
You gently sat down, still smiling.
"It wouldn't be polite for [her/him] to refuse." He said, his eyes growing wider and wider, his pupil decreasing in size. The grin on his face was to the point where he looked 100% insane.
Maybe he was.
"-would it?" Now he was looking you directly in the eyes. You were forced to stare back at him.
After 5 minutes of guaranteeing that the possum would be 'absolutely succulent', he finally plopped the animal on the table in front of you, pulled up a chair diagonally from you. 5 seconds passed and you still hadn't moved.
"Go ahead, eat." The blonde tilted his head and smiled, unaware of his wrongdoings.
You glanced at the food, then back at Ralph. You gave a worried look.
"..." His smile faded. "EAT!!!" He slammed his fists on the table, now very angry. The sudden yell made you jump.
"Humans.. don't eat that, Ralph." You tried to reason with him with a gentle tone, but only managed to make things worse.
"WRONG!" He yelled at you.
"Humans eat dead animals, I know that.." he justified his point.
"Ralph, I.." you almost were at the point of crying. The side of him he was showing really concerned, and frightened you to the bone.
Your bottom lip quivered.
That's when the real madness began.

He mumbled gibberish to himself before getting up, coming closer to you with the knife. That's when you got up and ran. He locked the door from the inside, and you didn't have a key. So you had to run upstairs. You ran as fast as you could, and you hid in the wardrobe. You heard his footsteps making their way into the room you were in. You knew he was in there. You knew he knew where you were.
The doors swung open, and he pulled you out by the collar of your shirt, slamming you against the wall. He held his knife threateningly, aiming it as if he was going to stab you. "You ungrateful piece of.."
he grumbled.
You had to make a decision.

Push him..
Or do nothing.