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- Sickness
- >Flash ran as fast as he could. Glancing behind himself, he barely caught a glimpse of his two pursuers as they rounded a corner after him.
- >They were far behind; track paid off. Facing forward again, he runs across the street and into a park.
- >Making his way to the restroom building, he stops and quickly looks around.
- >The cost is clear. With that done, he hides himself away in the ladies' restroom.
- >Taking a moment to catch his breath, Flash slumps over in a stall.
- >He didn't understand what was going on. Where was everyone else?
- >And why was he being chased? Least of all by those two?
- >They had always been like sisters to him. Crazy and oddly affectionate sisters.
- >And now something is wrong with them.
- >"Flash?"
- >His eyes shoot open. They sound close.
- >"Flashy? Where are you?" Lyra's voice sings from outside, a tone similar to a mother playing hide-and-seek with her child.
- >He starts to panic, heart pounding in his chest as another voice sounds from outside.
- >"What are you running for? We only want to talk to you for a little while."
- >Bon Bon. Her eerie tone betrayed her words.
- >"He gave us the slip..." Lyra sighs.
- >"Mm. Oh, well. You know Flash; he'll slip up eventually."
- >They share a laugh and it sounds like they're about to leave.
- >"Ooh. Wait a minute. Gotta drain some clam juice."
- >Flash could practically hear Bon Bon's nose crinkle and her face contort into a sneer. "That's disgusting."
- >He almost laughed until he heard footsteps.
- Dime Store Models
- >Norman eyes Chloe suspiciously, her hands rubbing together as she smiles.
- "What do you want?"
- >"Well, the girls at the art club commissioned me to gather up some help."
- >Nolan sighs before taking a sip from his tea cup, his gaze falling upon Norman's cousin for a moment before shifting to Flash.
- >The rocker shrugs his shoulders. 'Let's hear her out.'
- >Nolan rolls his eyes. 'As if that is a good idea.'
- >Norman looks at the two; Flash nods at him and Nolan simply stares at his tea.
- "What sort of help?"
- >Chloe's eyes shine, a dangerous glint hidden behind a chipper smile.
- >"Ah, they just need some guys to model for them. No big deal."
- >Nolan speaks up, perplexed. "That's it?"
- >"Yep."
- >"And they /paid/ you for this?"
- >"Yep. Not in money, Mister Dolla Dolla. So, don't throw a fit."
- >Nolan scoffs.
- "Then, what'd they pay you?"
- >She smiles mischievously. "Let's just say, I've got some story ideas they're going to pencil out."
- >"Why us?"
- >"Good question, Flash! They wanted the most attractive guys and I've got pretty good taste, so I chose you three."
- >The boys exchange looks and self-satisfied smirks.
- >'GOT 'EM!'
- >And so they agreed. Chloe leads them to the art room and opens the door.
- >"Gentlemen." They walk past her and she closes the door before leaving.
- >15 or so girls are there, with Patricia Melody being the only one who they could put a face to.
- >She speaks up, pointing to the center of the room where a circle of drawing desks are.
- >"Stand there and pose."
- >They do so and the girls draw them in silence.
- >"Flash?"
- >He looks at one of them. "Can you take your jacket off? I can't get a feel for your curves."
- >"Ah. Ok." He takes his jacket off. The girl licks her lips.
- >"You, too, Norman."
- "Uh."
- >"Lose the shirt, Nolan!"
- >"Excuse me?!"
- >The girls start getting rowdy, demanding more clothes be removed.
- >Norman gets a sinking feeling.
- >Three attractive young men surrounded by faceless, demanding women.
- >He knew where this was going.
- King of Fighters
- >Outside the home of one Norman Normal are two young men:
- >The aforementioned Norman and his friend, Flash Sentry.
- >Currently, they are practicing some of their fighting techniques on the driveway to a song playing from the garage.
- >They exchange several kicks and punches before back-flipping away.
- >"Ok," Flash breathes,"I think we got the timing down."
- >Norman does a stretch before wiping at the sweat trickling down his brow.
- >"We'll qualify for sure," he says, grinning at Flash.
- >"Yeah! Can't rest on our laurels, though."
- >He looks to a poster hanging in the garage.
- >On it is a picture of several world-renowned fighters, one being Shining Armor: Canterlot's homegrown champion.
- >[Steel your hearts and set the skies ablaze! Join the King of Fighters tournament!]
- >"Not if we want to be like Captain Armor and the Royal Guard."
- "And you think you can reach their level?"
- >Flash spins around, Norman's attention already on the newcomer: a redhead decked in some upper-class workout apparel.
- >"And you are?"
- >The youth smiles.
- "Nolan North. And you two must be the infamous no-talent rookies."
- >"ARA?!" Norman looks to Flash, pointing an accusing finger at Nolan. "You hear that, Flash-senpai?"
- >"I heard it, Norman." Flash takes a step towards Nolan, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
- >Nolan smiles; Flash tenses.
- "What I want..."
- >He takes a fighting stance.
- "...is to test my abilities."
- >Flash smirks, arms crossing. Norman chuckles and heads into the garage.
- >"This calls for some appropriate music."
- >Reaching for the stereo, he pushes a button:
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE
- >Flash and Nolan just stare at him. Frantically, he switches to another song.
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piJQHjmxcHw
- >Much better.
- >"I'll take you on first," Flash says, stretching. Nolan shakes his head.
- "No need. 1 on 2 is fine."
- >Flash scoffs. "You'll regret that."
- >Nolan smiles.
- "I doubt it."
- The Worst
- P1
- >...
- >It was about 6:30pm when Flash Sentry and his camaro pulled into Twilight Sparkle's driveway.
- >He looks up, the windshield a bit distorted from the light drizzle of rain, and spots a light on.
- >Recognizing it as coming from Twilight's room, he smiles and steps out of his car.
- >Foregoing his usual attire, Flash was decked in black slacks and shoes, and wore a dark blue jacket with his lightning and shield crest on its back.
- >Beneath the jacket, he wore a simple, white button-up shirt.
- >Perfect for theater-wear.
- >Stepping onto the porch, Flash gives the doorbell two rings.
- >Seconds pass by... and nothing happens.
- >He frowns before ringing the doorbell twice more. He hears a noise to his left.
- >His attention snapping, he looks over the bushes before stepping back and looking up at Twilight's window.
- >Barely, he could make out a shadow being cast on the blinds.
- >He squints, but can't see into the room from where he stood.
- >Click!
- >His attention turning back to the door, Flash quickly combs through his hair and straightens his posture.
- >Smiling, he waits for the door to open.
- >Seconds pass by... He frowns and slowly reaches for the door.
- >As he twists and pushes at the knob, it opens.
- "Twilight?"
- >He looks about the living room. There's a lamp on, providing just enough light to see.
- >But every other light is out.
- "Twilight? You, uh, ready to go?"
- >He steps into the house, letting the door close behind him.
- >Several taps sound from above him.
- >Heading towards the stairs, he flips on the lights and ascends.
- >He pauses for a moment as her hears humming.
- "Twilight?"
- >The humming stops. He takes another step up, and the stair lights suddenly turn off.
- >Tensing up for a moment, his grip on the guardrail tightening, Flash takes in a deep breath.
- "Very funny, Twilight."
- >He chuckles. Or at least tries. It comes out more as nervous coughing.
- >With the lights off, he could barely make out a faint glow from around the corner.
- P2
- >Completing his ascension, Flash sees that the glow is coming from Twilight's room, her door slightly ajar.
- "Twilight. C-come on. We gotta go."
- >He says as he draws closer to her room.
- >No response. He reaches for the door.
- >The humming resumes.
- >He gives it two knocks.
- "Are you decent, Twilight?"
- >He hears a husky chuckle. "Better than decent."
- >Feeling a bit more at ease, he opens the door.
- >But no one is there. Confused, he steps further into the room.
- >The door slams behind him.
- >He spins around only to be thrown across the room, his back slamming into the window sill.
- >Reeling from the pain, his eyes slam shut as he barely manages to stay standing, using the sill as support.
- >His breath hitches as he feels something soft caress his face. The pain dulling, his eyes open and he sees her.
- >Wild hair, dark purple skin, and eyes shining with a light-blue hue.
- >"I'm fantastic!"
- >He feels the touch again, his eyes drawn to the black wings extending from her back.
- >Glancing to his left, he sees the right one is stroking his cheek.
- >"Flashy..." The wing slithers behind his head before it forces him to look 'Twilight' in the eyes.
- >"Do you," she whispers, eyes half-lidding as her lips curl into a dangerous smirk, "like my new look?"
- >She pulls away and does a pose, her wing wrapping around Flash.
- >His heart beating fast, uncertain and fearful of her intentions, he looks her over.
- >She wore a strapless dress, its colors matching her hair's, that hung rather low on her chest.
- >He couldn't help but let his eyes linger at the base of her neck, his face flushing despite himself.
- >The wing tightened a bit, snapping him out of his gaze and his eyes drift lower.
- >Until...
- >He lets out a bloodcurdling scream; 'Twilight' responds with a cruel laugh.
- >He saw them.
- >Bright. Green. Ugg boots!
- "WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSSE?!?"
- >...
- >Everyone stares at Rarity.
- >Her eyes dart around, a faltering smile on her face.
- "Ahem. Well, would anyone else care to share a story?"
- END
- Balanced Breakfast
- P1
- >[Ding! Ding!]
- >With a yawn, Flash makes his way to the front door of his home, early morning lethargy causing his feet to drag.
- >[Dingdingdingdingding!]
- >Grimacing, he shakes his head and opens the door.
- "Morning, Sunset Shimmer."
- >She frowns at him, arms crossed and foot tapping the ground loudly.
- >"What took you so long," she growls, pushing past him, "Do you know what day it is?"
- >"One of the ones ending in 'y'?"
- >She spins around, fire ready to spill from her mouth.
- >Before she can get a shot of, though, Flash raises one of his hands.
- "Yes, Sunset. I remember. You reminded me a /million/ times this week."
- >The fire dissipates. She looks him over, eyes lingering on his hamster themed pajama bottoms.
- >"You're not even dressed."
- "That's my line. You said we should go at 8. It's 6."
- >"/Be there/ at 8!"
- "The /point/ is that I thought I had some time before you showed up."
- >She stares at him. "Well, we're leaving at 7."
- >His eyes widen in disbelief.
- "Why???"
- >"To beat the lines."
- 'This is insane.'
- "Sunset Shimmer, there's no point in doing that! You already paid for the clothes-"
- >"I'm not waiting all day just to get them, Flash!"
- >He opens his mouth to speak, but a thought dawns on him.
- >She knows what he's going to say; that expectant look in her eyes tells him as much.
- >"Well," she asks, nonchalantly looking over her nails, "I'm waiting."
- >Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair.
- "I'll wait for you."
- >Smiling, Sunset steps towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Good boy! Now, get dressed."
- >Grumbling, Flash begins to make his way upstairs.
- "I'm gonna take a shower. Stay down here. My folks are upstairs and I don't want you getting into a fight with my mom again."
- >"It's not my fault she wants to pick on me despite the fact I haven't done anything wrong."
- >Flash shakes his head.
- "I'll be back in a few minutes."
- P2
- >"20 minutes is not 'a few,' Flash," Sunset says, eyes narrowing on Flash as he descended the stairs.
- >Sans his jacket, he was dressed in his usual attire and looking a bit more awake now.
- >Ignoring her, he heads into the kitchen and starts to fix up his breakfast:
- >A glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs, a bagel with cream cheese, and a bowl of cereal.
- >As he does this, he can feel Sunset staring at him. With a sigh, he turns around.
- >As expected, she is staring (peeking) at him from around a corner.
- "Would you like some?"
- >"No," she sneers before walking over to the living room couch and plopping down on it..
- >He decides to make her a plate anyways.
- >6:40 rolls around and Flash sets the near complete set of food and drinks on the kitchen table.
- >The last items on the list are the cereal. He pours Sunset a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
- >But for himself, he pours out the last bits of Fruity Dyno-Bites: marshmellowy, sugary goodness.
- >Taking a seat, he begins eating. Sunset joins him not long after, grumbling about how she didn't want anything.
- >Other than that, they eat in relative silence.
- >"It's almost 7."
- >He glances at her. Her plate is clear.
- "We're not leaving until I finish my cereal."
- >She stares at him. He expected more of a fight.
- >Shrugging his shoulders, he pours the milk in and begins eating.
- >"Flashy..."
- >His ears perk up. Sunset rarely cooed at him.
- "Yeah?"
- >She looks at him, eyes half-lidded with a smile on her face. "Let me have some."
- "...My /cereal/?"
- >She nods.
- "No."
- >The smile disappears. "Come on! Don't be greedy."
- "You already ate yours."
- >"I just want a taste, Flash. It's not going to kill you."
- >He grimaces, but begrudgingly relents.
- "One bite."
- P3
- >She smiles before snatching the bowl away.
- >"Hello there," she says, staring at the cereal. "Mm. Don't you look nice."
- >He raises an eyebrow; she glances at him, a dark smile on her face.
- >"Oh, Flash? He let me have you," she whispers, "Said I could taste as much of you as I wanted."
- "What are you...?"
- >"And I intend to do just that!"
- >She violently stabs her spoon into the bowl's depths, a bit of milk splashing out, and scoops out the crisp, yet moist, flakes of sugary goodness.
- >And then she EATS THEM!
- >"Mmm!" She looks to Flash, chewing in an exaggerated manner, "MMMM!"
- "Sunset."
- >He didn't like where this was going.
- >She swallows audibly, smacking her lips.
- >"Mm. Oh, what was Flash thinking passing up on you? I can't have just /one/ bite."
- >Glancing at Flash again, her sinister smile returns, "I have to have the whole thing."
- 'No...'
- >She dives in again, taking another scoop and chowing down on it as well.
- "Stop!"
- >He reaches for the bowl. She glares at him. "Or what? Just sit there and watch, Flash."
- >Turning her attention back to the bowl, her smile returns. "I'm trying to enjoy my meal."
- >With clenched fists, he watched the violent scooping.
- >Through gritted teeth, he listened to the rhythmic crunching noises and moans.
- >And through misty eyes, he watched as Sunset made a mess of the table which he'd have to clean up later.
- >"Mm... Sho good..." Sunset groans as she finishes up, bathing in the afterglow of her binge.
- >Taking a napkin, she wipes her face and stands up. "Cereal's finished; breakfast is over; let's go now."
- >Flash just stares at the empty bowl. She rolls her eyes. "I left you some, you big baby. Hurry up, I'll be waiting outside."
- >As she leaves, Flash pulls the bowl closer. With a grimace, he takes note of the state of the bowl's contents.
- 'Barely enough for one scoop...'
- >He gets up and pours it into the sink, washing it down the drain. He wasn't going to have her dirty leftovers.
- 'You won't get away with this, Shimmer!'
- END
- Horse-women
- >"Sunset Shimmer, how old are you?"
- >She just stares at Flash, eyes wide and mouth agape as a bead of sweat trickles down her face.
- "Wh-why do you want to know?"
- >He shrugs his shoulders, a naive, curious look on his face.
- >So boyish~
- >"Well, I've given you a birthday present before, but I don't remember ever being told how old you are. So, I just want to know a little more about my girlfriend."
- >Sunset silently curses to herself, but her mood calms the moment an "out" pops into her head.
- >Folding her arms and putting on a stern face, she lets out a confident scoff.
- "Flash, don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?"
- >He stares at her, a deadpan look on his face, before rolling his eyes.
- >'We're in high school and she's already worried about her age? Girls are weird...'
- >"Yes, ma'am."
- "Mmf..."
- >She bites her lip, his mocking slightly backfiring on him.
- >Suddenly, a thought crosses her mind.
- >Now that he brought it up, she wondered...
- "How old are /you/?"
- >"Uh, 17."
- >Her pony instincts kick in.
- >She breathes hard, nostrils flaring as she turns away from him.
- 'B-barely legal!'
- >Covering her mouth, she tries to calm herself, her tongue flicking across her lips.
- >A curious look on his face, Flash watches her, oblivious to her dark intentions.
- Chloe is Passion
- P1
- >Norman stared at the door leading to Chloe's room, the faint sound of music slipping through it.
- >It is a simple, violin heavy melody from what he can tell.
- 'Probably from some anime...'
- >Cringing a bit, he reaches out for the door, his fist balled.
- >Knock, knock.
- "Chloe? Uh, Mom brought some pizza."
- >He waits for a moment. No response, save for the music.
- "It's pretty fresh."
- >He knocks again. No response. She got like this sometimes.
- >He still couldn't help but worry.
- >Cooping up in a room for most of the day doing nothing but weeb stuff isn't healthy.
- >She's probably Gatorade deprived
- >Shivering, he knocks again.
- "Chloe, c'mon."
- >"...Enter."
- >A bit startled by the voice. Norman stares at the door for a moment before complying.
- >Bracing himself for the scent of ramen and sweaty fujoshi, he takes a deep breath and opens the door.
- >To his surprise he finds the room distinctly devoid of sweaty smells.
- >Not ramen, though, but whatever.
- >Chloe spares him a glance, eyes briefly looking to him from the sketchpad she holds, before she goes back to drawing.
- >If the drawings scattered about her room are any indication, he guesses that she's drawing another butterfly.
- >He moves to her dresser, picking up some of the drawings, and looks them over.
- >They are of a butterfly, penciled out from various angles.
- >The dark gray sketches against the off-color white of the paper are heavily contrasted by the scarlet coloring she used on the wings.
- >The gradient shading seemed to pop out underneath the ceiling light, the butterfly's wings shining as they are captured in mid-flutter, specks of red pollen gently falling away like little stars.
- >Norman was mesmerized, flipping through several other sketches she had scattered about her room.
- "Wow..."
- >He'd never really paid much mind to her skill as an artist. Mostly because most of her art called his sexuality into question.
- >But, he couldn't help but smile at the simplistic, pure beauty he saw.
- P2
- >"I was on a walk with Fluttershy yesterday..."
- >He looks to her, snapping out of his trance.
- >"And I saw this beautiful little butterfly... It just wouldn't leave my mind."
- >He looks to her nightstand, a half-empty bottle of Gatorade sitting atop it.
- >The source of the problem found, and his fears assuaged, Norman nods at her.
- "A good thing, too.These are really good, Chloe."
- >He smiles at her; her face reddens at bit.
- >"Thanks... It's nice to hear some praise from you instead of the usual..."
- >Her eyes go wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she lets out a throaty noise.
- >"Blaaaarrrgghhh!!! Get it away from me!"
- >Embarrassed by his previous behavior and her /somewhat/ accurate impression, Norman pulls his beanie over his eyes.
- "Uh, yeah... sorry."
- >Setting her sketch down, she stretches a bit as a smile spreads across her face.
- >"I got it out of my system now, though. So, I can get back to my real work."
- >He raises an eyebrow.
- "That being?"
- >Her smile widens a bit and she grabs her sketch, flipping it over so Norman could get a good look at it.
- >His eyes widen as, to his surprise, the butterfly slowly peels off the page.
- >Eventually freed from its binds, it flutters towards him, the red pollen wafting off its wings as it held a piece of paper in its tiny 'hands.'
- >Dumbfounded, Norman just watches as the creature draws near, his mouth hanging open.
- >It reaches and extends the paper towards him, giving him a wink as he takes it before fading out of existence.
- >Still in awe, Norman has to force himself to look at the paper.
- >Two simple words, written in scarlet, adorn it:
- >[Shounen Ai]
- >He shoots Chloe the dirtiest look he can manage.
- >She just smiles.
- END
- Letting Go
- P1
- >Flash and Nolan watched as "he" sits there, mumbling in front of his computer screen.
- >"It's dead... let it die."
- >Nolan sneers and takes a step forward, stopping as he feels Flash's hand on his shoulder.
- >Flash shakes his head.
- "This needs to be done. I grow tired of this nonsense."
- >Flash just sighs, eyes shining with sympathy. "Just... go easy on him."
- >Nolan glances over his shoulder at the mumbling creature, his sneer returning.
- "Hmm! No promises."
- >Flash lets go and Nolan approaches the creature, his sneer fading into a more neutral look.
- >"Dead..."
- >Nolan pauses for a moment, his eyes drawn to a yellow shape on the floor.
- >Squinting he sees that it's one of those rubber chickens. He picks it up and bends it a bit, wondering if-
- >[loud chicken noise]
- >Yep, it's one of those gag chickens.
- >Holding on to it, he finally approaches the creature.
- >"Just die... please!"
- >Nolan looks at the computer screen, his sneer returning in full force once he sees its content:
- >A thread on that rice farmer owned korean basketweaving forum.
- >"DEAD!"
- >Surprisingly, Nolan gently grips the creature's shoulder.
- "Listen, (You), stop this nonsense."
- >The creature doesn't spare him a glance, too entranced by the screen.
- >"B-but-"
- "Yes, yes, it's 'dead.' Whatever. Look, you need to stop this. If you refuse to do anything actually constructive, then just move on."
- P2
- >The creature has a dumbfounded look on its face, almost as though it is actually thinking for the first time.
- >"Move... on? But... the ride!"
- >Nolan sighs, a tired yet sympathetic one.
- "This 'ride' you speak of is nonsense. It is a cage you have constructed for yourself."
- >Nolan reaches for the hard drive.
- "The door is open and all you need to do..."
- >He presses the power button, the screen dimming to darkness.
- "...is give it a little push."
- >Nolan pats the creature's shoulder and pulls away, turning to leave.
- "Let's go, (You)."
- >And then he hears the computer whir up, lighting up the room again.
- >"M-muh lewds doe..."
- >Nolan's teeth clench. Flash tries to get on top of this.
- >"Nolan-"
- >Too late. Nolan swings around, lashing out with the chicken.
- >[Ba-KAAAAAAAAAWWWW] it screeches as it connects with the creature's head, sending him tumbling to the ground.
- >Climbing on top of the creature's back, Nolan starts choking his chicken-
- >I mean, choking it with the chicken.
- >"Nolan, stop!"
- >Flash pulls Nolan away, the Saint panting heavily as he glares down at the creature's unconscious body.
- >Regaining his composure, Nolan dusts himself off.
- "We're done here. Norman can come and deal with this troglodyte himself."
- >And with that, he and Flash make their exit.
- END
- Notice Me
- P1
- >Norman lets out a sigh as he walks down the street, the cold night air nipping at his face and bare head.
- >He had been hanging out at Nolan's house when he received a text.
- >[I found your hat. Meet me down the street. The corner near the barber shop.]
- >That was all it took to get him going.
- >He'd been looking for that thing ever since P.E. when he left it on the bleachers for a bit.
- >It's a good thing someone found it.
- >He frowns, his pace slowing to a halt as he takes out his phone.
- >Looking at the text, he noticed that the sender was unknown.
- 'Weird.'
- >Suddenly, he hears the light tapping of footsteps behind him.
- >Glancing over his shoulder, he sees no one there. Just darkness.
- >He continues to the corner, the lamppost at the end shining brightly.
- >The footsteps resume.
- >This time, he keeps walking, his heart pounding in his chest.
- >"Norman."
- >He freezes for a moment, the footsteps halting as well.
- >Slowly, he turns around, just enough so he could see who was behind him:
- >Nothing. Save a pair of eyes, pupils like slits, floating in the darkness.
- >And then he ran. He ran so far away.
- >The creature gave chase, calling his name and telling him to stop as he draws closer to the lamppost.
- >He could barely hear the voice over a shrill, sustained scream.
- >He wondered who could be screaming at a time like this.
- >Certainly not him, that's for sure.
- >He eventually reaches the light, basking in its glory as though it would protect him from the creature.
- >"Norman?"
- >A futile hope brought on by playing too many video games.
- >This American Nightmare is real and there is no escape.
- >Accepting his death, Norman turns to face the creature.
- >Only to see a familiar girl in its place.
- >"Um, hello, Mr. Norman."
- >It's Vice-Principal Luna's daughter, her lust given form. Or something.
- >Norman sorta zoned out on the explanation.
- P2
- >His eyes widen in disbelief for a moment, dimming to relief as he lets out a sigh to match.
- "Oh, it's just you, Nig."
- >"Nyx."
- "Right. Sorry..."
- >His eyes narrow in confusion.
- "Wait, why were you trying to kill me?"
- >She lets out a giggle before rolling her eyes.
- >"I wasn't trying to kill you, silly."
- >She reaches into her jacket pocket, obviously reaching for her piece.
- >Norman raises his hands.
- "Don't shoot!"
- >Instead of a 9, she pulls out his beanie.
- >"I was trying to give you this."
- >She hands him his precious hat, watching with a smile as he happily puts it on.
- >Reunited and it feels so good.
- >"I would have given it to you sooner, but you ran off screaming when you saw me."
- >He rubs the back of his neck, a bashful smile on his face.
- "I thought you were, uh, something else."
- >Her brows furrow as she tilts her head in confusion.
- >"Something? You looked right at me."
- >Getting a bit defensive, Norman puffs himself up.
- "W-well you people sorta just blend into the darkness."
- >'Ah, Mr. Norman's racial prejudice caused his imagination to overreact...'
- >She gives him a smile, kind and understanding.
- >"I see. No harm done."
- >He smiles back, patting her on the shoulder.
- >Out of all the students at CHS, she's one of the few that treats him with respect.
- "You're one of the good ones, Black."
- >She blushes. "Um, thank you."
- >He nods before pulling his hand away.
- "But, uh, how'd you get my number?"
- >"...Excuse me?"
- "The text. Did Chloe or someone give you my number?"
- >"Well, she told me where to find you... but, I didn't send you any text."
- >Feeling a chill run down his spine, Norman looks around, his words coming out in a nervous jumble.
- "Then who was phone?"
- >He hears footsteps.
- "We gotta go! Fas-"
- >But it was too late.
- >Chloe jumps out at them.
- >"BOO!"
- >The shrill scream from before, its source still unknown to Norman, returns in full force.
- END
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