Normal Norman - The Afterparty(unf)

set after the events of EqG, in a parallel timeline to the adventures of Normal Norman Thank you multiverse God

>Be Norman
>Shit sure is boring without purple around
>its almost like the hallways are dead, kind of missing purples idiotic comments amongst the crowd
>I'm sure she would have not survived the bashing critique after the dance she performed during the Fall Formal
>God, what a great display of her undergarments
>and brad doing the same shit
>I truly had no need to witness that
>damn, as much as I hate to admit it, I kinda miss her
>to be honest I really miss getting my ass kicked virtually in a fighting game
>no one even knows where she went
>Pink says there's another one in this world, in another town
>what the fuck Pink?
>why would purple leave without even saying her goodbyes? Not even to the girls
>Or Brad.
>not even to me!
"Keeping it bradical, eh Norman?"
>Says Brad as he goes past me.
>I opened my locker releasing a disheartened sigh
>I hate this motherfucker more than I should

>How the Fall Formal of 2013 ended up being a massive disaster is beyond my knowledge
>All I know is that it was a horrible little joke fate decided to pull on me
>a much worse idea to even think of attending
>It all started when Sunset Shimmer set a trap for Purple, in order to get a cheap piece of metal
>That bitch locked me in a closet once!
>she really wanted that worthless toy.
>It turns out, it wasn't so worthless
>She went diabolical on my ass as it transformed her into Sunset-Fucking-SATAN!
>couldn't sleep for a whole week because of it
>Purp and the girls turned Sailor Moon with ears and tails and shit totally stomping her to tears with a god damn rainbow beam of friendship
>no one's really payed attention to Sunset since then
>she must have gotten in serious shit, and a lot of community service from the looks of it
>I feel bad for the idiot now
>why is the chick with the mint-green hair smiling at me so desperately?

>anyway
>Its somewhat curious the way everything just turned a bit more normal now that there is no more horse girl in school
>luckily, my status as [spoi;er]Canterlot High's number one public enemy is still unharmed
>although thanks to Purple I belong to a social circle
>I even made a few new friends on my own
"I hope you enjoy your current status as Canterlot High's number one plev "
>like green for example, If you can call that a friend
"yeah, fuck you too Green"
>I pat his back and attach a paper note on his back that reads "I'M BEING A HUGE FAGGOT, AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME"
>a little scheme I had prepared in for such an occasion, along with a little trick I learned from purple
>fucking Green, I hope he's enjoying his invisible sign as I am
"Later racist"
>He sure likes to be regarded as high and mighty all the time, but maybe he truly appreciates me within deep inside
>probably not
"The great and powerful TRIXIE demands a rematch. We have a score to settle!" a light blue hand smacks my locker shut

>speaking of high and mighty
"I thought we settled the score last night. I did give you a good ride remember?"
>even Light blue who happens to be a big pain in the ass, could well be as good a friend
>"shuuuusshh!!!"she hissed, "No one must know any of this!"
>now that I come to think of it, green would get along really well with her
"Yep, same time same place. Be ready for some extreme rape"
>or maybe just hate each others guts to death
>either way, it would be something fun to see
"You disgusting asshole! I have no need to hear your sadistic fetishes for this whore"
>my locker neighbor began to rant
>I have to be more cautious with my choice of words
>"How dare you imply the most superior and beautiful Trixie would ever touch a peasant of such likes!!"
>Here's my window
>time to get moving
>gotta speed it up if I want to take the back row
>had to make my way to physics class pronto
>only got a few more seconds before my seat gets taken
>Every nerve in my back was swept cold with shivers, I swear someone's watching me
>"guten morgen... NORMAN!"
>pink beige said with an expression in her face that only the devil could possibly manage to make
>Appearing out of fucking nowhere. Right next to me
>Standing there, leaning against the lockers

>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!!
>I ran like I had never run before
>I barely made it out alive and into the the classroom
>away from that monster's grasp
>The bell rings just before I take my seat and the last person shuts the door leaving the hallways hollow
>can't believe I've assimilated this environment
>a shitload of experiences in the process
>all this reminicing reminded me of something
>In two more months we'll be having the Annual Winter Ball
>third week of November to be precise
>yet another great opportunity to get the Nazi pedophile rapist in more trouble
>Or maybe "THE" chance for me to make it with the girl of my dreams
>this time, I'm gonna ask the Aryan Beauty to go with me
>and now that purple isn't around, things might just go smooth enough
>It just can't go wrong
>I'm completely confident


>be mysterious silohouette
>be looking down an empty hallway adorned with metal boxes and doors runing across
>what ring of Tartarus am I trapped in?
>inception.ave

>Be Norman
>third period
>five more to go
>although its Monday, I'm feeling like its a freaking Friday
>I was planing on hitting Sugar Cu -Pink's Shop- today, maybe get something and hang out
>I'm going to ask Pink to help me plan this out
>She may not be the Purple kind of mastermind genius, but she sure is a mastermind
>Involving Pink in this sort of business will have its risks
>but I'm %100 willing to take them as long as I can get the Aryan Beauty for a romantic night out
>and what would be more perfect than a date in cold November night
>watching the white of the falling snow match her perfect face
>the blue of her eyes illuminating me with all their glory
>She'll be wearing her best dress and-
"Mr.Normal, would you mind explaining what this little symbol stands for?"
>oh yeah right, I'm still in 3rd period
"Okay, I'll make this easy for you"
>professor Neigh offered while supporting his weigh on the edge of the desk with his right arm
>"what do we measure in waves in order to find its frequency?"
>shit,
>a shrug and a "eerhm" were my only answers
>He responded to my gesture with one just as explicit
>a sigh came through my ears as he facepalmed with the his left
>"your attention span seem to be shorter than the wavelength of this wave, Norman"
>half the class chuckled as they stood in ridicule
>"you know what? how about you make yourself useful while you clear your mind. Go to the teacher's lounge and get me a cup of coffee would ya?"
>whatever
>I wanted to stretch out anyways

>Be Professor Bill Neigh
"Okay, now that the day dreamer's gone, lets get some Science done!"
"ehh, that rhymed"
>that Kid did much better when the Twilight girl was around
"anyone remember what lambda stands for in the frequency formula?"
>She was my brightest student after all
>well they can only do so much

>Be Norman again
>I've got to think this thoroughly
>This WILL BE a crucial moment in my life, and my happiness and the Aryan Beauty's depends on it.
>There's plenty of time to plan out my conquest, but I'd prefer to have it set up as soon as possible.
>The best thing to do right now is to be patient
>Can't rush things, I have to wait to ask Pink for Help
>GOD! I cant wait
>This coffee smells really nice by the way
>I bet Bill's going to give me extra homework for all of this
>I've had it worse
>as long as I don't bump into the homicidal Nazi freak by "accident" I should be fine
>Just gotta be careful wher-
>holyshitwtfdontkillmeplz
>The cup fell down, spreading the hot coffee on the hallway floor surface
>something tugged me by my jacket fighting against the movement of my feet, dragging me towards it
>I shouldn't have brought that monster into my train of thought
>Why did I summon her?
>everything was dark and all I knew was:
>A. I was going to die
>or
>B. I was going to be tortured to death by my worse enemy.
>The next thing I know is: I'm being held against a wall inside a janitor's closet
"Where's Sunset Shimmer!?"

>Whatthefuckiswrongwithyou.gif
"what?"
>To my surprise and good fortune, this person was no Nazi manhunter.
>The voice I heard was that of a man.
>I could tell despite the fact that he was yelling at me in a whispering yet demanding tone
>I was confused but somewhat relieved to know this
"Where is She!!"
>he half yelled again, pulling my shirt with his hands demanding an answer
>This jackass was playing a god damn prank or something.
>I'm beginning to think it could be Brad or maybe Green trying to get revenge on me for the invisinote from earlier
>also, that was a very lame impersonation of Christian Bale
"ha ha, really funny, 'I am the night'"
>I said in the most comprehensively mocking way I could
" 'The hero Gotham Needs,' okay I get it. Now get off of me will ya?!"
>I was pissed now and I wasn't going to take any more shit from this fucker
>My hands released the grip of his fists in a swipe
>In that instant I remember the bell would soon ring
>And the stupid cup of coffee Professor Neigh had told me to fetch him now lying spilled across the hallway floor
>All because of this asshole
>I put my hand on the doorknob ignoring him
>Then once again, I was pulled to the floor from the neck of my Jacket
"I don't know what game you think I'm playing, but I'll have you know I am not playing"
>he was a persistent one
>I got up, now capable of seeing a bit with the light that seeped from underneath the door
>I have had just about enough with this prick
>It was time to go back to the fucking lounge to get another fucking cup of coffee, of course after I give him a piece of my mind

>hollyshit
>okay he's not playing
>I felt the grip of his hand constricting my neck,
>my back against the wall once more, and my right wrist apprehended by his left
"I don't want to hurt you. I know she is here, just tell me where Sunset Shimmer is already"
>for a second I actually thought I was going to die
"I don't know!!"
"besides, why would anyone care?, She's the most hated person in the school along with me"
"I mean, c'mon. Her face is illustrated next to the word 'Evil' in the School's encyclopedia "
>My answer wouldn't have sounded so forced if he hadn't used his Rambo fashioned interrogation methods
>I was finnaly released with much more ease than the first time
"it can't be"
>the prankster said in disbelief
"Sunset's a good friend and a kind Pony. She would never hurt anypony, much less gain enemies"
>Why the fuck is he talking like that?
>wait a fucking second

"Sunset's a good friend and a kind horse. She would never hurt any_one, much less gain enemies"
>What is he talking about? Sunset Shimmer is an absolute bitch
>And why the fuck is he talking like that?
>wait a fucking second
>did he say?...
[yougethepoint]
>I noticed "batman" turning around, in response to the question I had thought out loud
>There was only one person I remember who spoke like straight out of a cartoon
>or rather, from:
"the magic colorworld"
>I could only see his eyes were open wide in awe of my knowledge
>he opened the door letting in all the hallway light
>my pupils had not yet adjusted to the assault
"wait!"
>a minor glance at him, was all I could afford to salvage from the strike of light
>he fashioned a blue denim jacket with a hoody underneath it
>on the left arm his jacket wielded patch that looked like a star or something
>his face was hard to arrange in all the blur
>although, I did see the color of hair and complexion, dark blue and grey respectively
>seriously, I'm beginning to think this fucking ponyrealm has something to do with all the fucking color in school
>It all happened in quarter of a second
>the mystery man now had an identity.
>sort of
"hold on, where are you going!?"
>he walked out in complete disregard of my call of attention
>I had to do something about this while I still had the chance
>shit, Norman, why do you even ask why bad things happen to you
>I got up as quick as I could, I had to chase him
'RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGG'
>FUCK!!
>the hallways began to fill up with people coming out of the classrooms, like flood gates flooding an empty canal
>I couldn't loose that motherfucker
>who knows what he'd do next just to get to Sunset Satan
>Seriously though, Why do I always have to play hero?

>I had to run up against the flow of people and get to the horse boy
"fuck off, skinhead!"
>excuse me
"what the fuck is wrong with you?
>sorry
"don't touch me you, perv!"
>I'm in a real hurry here
>where was he?
>all my efforts where becoming futile due to a sea of students obstructing my sight
>I looked for the denim jacket or the a gray face with blue hair
>something had to give
>I had to find him, I had to stop him
"punk-ass Nazi"
>someone said as I was shoved hard against a row of lockers
>I bounced off landing flat on my back against the floor
>The guy and his buddies walked off laughing at me
>and there I was, laying on the floor staring at the ceiling lights
>what a prick
"are you okay, Normie?"
>fucking Brad
"never been better, man"
>the idiot stood there casting his shadow on my face
"doesn't look like it"
>I wonder if he was just playing along or really didn't catch my sarcasm
>he finally helps me up,
"I saw you rushing down the hallway. So,what's going on? Why the hurry?"
>a crazy was out there and Brad wanted to have a chat
>I had no time to tell this doofus what was going; on the other hand, I really had no chance of catching horse boy now
>I sighed as I usually do to announce my surrender
"It's kind of a long story. I'm not sure I have time to tell you though"

>Be Brad
"So, you're telling me, that some random guy in a denim jacket and a hoody dragged you into a janitors closet, when you went to get a cup of coffee for Mr. Neigh. This guy impersonated Christian Bale's version of Batman to cover his voice as he inquired for Sunset Shimmer's whereabouts?"
>I asked to make sure I got everything sorted out
"and he strangled me!"
>wow
"Are you sure you're okay, Normie? I can take you to the nurse if you're not feeling right."
>He usually wasn't this jumpy about random people
>The caffeine from the coffee must have kicked him hard.
>He shouldn't be drinking coffee if he hasn't built a resistance to it
"I'm fine. Okay? I am so freaking sure I saw a guy in a denim jacket, and I swear I was pulled inside a janitors closet!"
>yeah, sure
"okay buddy, lets get you back to class"
>I said to ease him up
>the caffeine really got to him
>he had to get his mind off that random dude

>Be Norman again
>Brad still doesn't believe me
>I take back what I said about him being right
>in fact I take back the thanks I gave him!
>he waves at me from across the room with a stupid smile on his god damn face
>fuck you brad
>That guy is out there doing God knows what, while I'm stuck here In 4th period
>Literature
>Professor Anon's 4th period Literature class
>the teacher goes on about Odysseus and something about context in the translation
>I can't pay attention to anything
>shit
>I can't do anything now.
>Brad is probably right anyway
>I can't do anything about that dude
>The door window looked kind of broad from where I was seated
>Why couldn't I just give it up
>I was beating a dead horse
>HOLLYSHIT
>a blueish male figure dashed in front of the window
>it matched perfectly to my mental image!
>IT HAD TO BE HIM
"Mr. Anon, I gotta go to the restroom. I'll be right back!
>I took the pass from his desk and made my way out the door.
"just don't drown in the toilet please"
>The only one who knows what this guy is capable of is me and It was I the only one who could stop him.

>Be Brad
>What the hell is Norman doing?
>I can't let him go out of class to chase after a ghost
"Mr. Anon, I've got to go to the restroom too"
>I said
"you just went 12 minutes ago, Brad"
>c'mon!
"I really have to go!! I-I forgot to do my other business"
>The class laughed at me
"*sigh* Okay, whatever"
>I sprinted out the door, looking for Normie
>Damn it Norman, I'm really risking my ass way too much for you pal

>Be teachAnon
"have you ever heard of gay bath houses? they were quite popular in ancient Greece"
>class loughs hysterically within context
>Pinkie took it a bit to far

>Be Goddamned Normal fucking Norman
>and this motherfucker doesn't believe me!
>Shouldn't have wasted time on him
>I should have just kept looking for Mystery Horse boy
>fuckeverything!!
>MYFUKINGGODIAMPISSED
"Fine, if you're not gonna help, then don't get in the way"
>my voice rang loud and upset with desperation
>I had to make it clear to him
>that guy wasn't playing and he took me well by surprise, I can't allow this guy to run around school abducting people, even if they're all jerks to me.
>But hurting them because he wants to meet some angry bitch from the horseworld.
>God, I would hate myself if he ever layed a single finger on the Aryan Beauty
>wait wait wait
>She was from the horseworld too?
>Sweet mother of Mercy!
"hey hold on Norm! take it easy."
>I suddenly snapped out of the realization
"You need to take a deep breath and look around you, you've got to come to your senses. You need to focus on what you need to get done"
>Brad was right, I had to slow down, and look at it in the most logic way possible
>not very often did I thank him, but he deserved it
"you're right Brad. I need to get it straight if I'm going to stop him"

>Be Brad
>I don't think he got my message
>I've got to help him out of it

>Be Norman
>He's got to be somewhere around here
>He couldn't have gone far I know it
"What did you just say dweeb?"
>an angry voice roared on the other side of the hallway
>that wasn't who I was looking for, but I took notice of what was going on
>it was a chick with white hair and a pale look
>damn it, that bitch is one fucking thug
>the punk-ish kind of thug
>And she sure was mad
>I heard a much more smaller voice answer afterwards
"but Gilda we barely finished our own homework"
>it was Orange's Sister!
"yeah, it was really hard to figure out, and we couldn't even get dinner because of it!"
>that was her Tangerine colored friend,
"Keep your mouth shut if you want to keep all your fucking teeth!"
>the obnoxious bitch snarled at the little chick
"we're sorry Gilda, We did what we could, we really tried. Honestly"
>I should have guessed Mini Aryan would be there too
"three idiots are more than enough to get that damn essay done. Seriously, Just how stupid do you think I am?"
>This bitch was getting on MY nerves now
>but I had something else to do and I had to get back to it
"I guess you're so stupid, you can't even do your own homework!"
>something, or rather, someone was slammed against a locker making a loud noise
"all you had to do was to keep your fuckin' trap shut"
>what the fuck Norman
>you and your little "hero" role
>Its like I love to be knee deep in shit
"she's right, you know?"
>some other guy said disrupting the abusing sequence this Gilda was taking upon Tangerine
>that was my line!
>apparently someone was spying on her and decided to take action right before I made my entry
>wait, wait was that?
>Oh shit, here we go again


>Shit just got cereal
>The voice of a male person, yet again
>My target was inbound
>time to tackle this motherfucker to another dimension
"leave those girls alone Gilda"
>I turned around the corner to make my assault and apprehend "batman" once and for all
>What the fuck?
"what gives you the right to use other people as you please?"
>Mother
>Fucking
>BRAD
"fuck off pretty boy!"
>The crazy bitch threatened the brave fool. she had no real ground to stand on.
>her attention was off Tangerine and the other girls now, allowing her release from the locker she was pressed against
>The girls fled with tremendous hurry, thanking Blue-head yonder the other side of the hallway
>They ran right past me without even saying "hi"
>I don't blame them, they had to endure all that trouble, although they are technically more troublesome
>ironic
"Normie!"
>speaking of irony
>The Punk girl turns around to look at who her challenger was hollering at
>finding your's truly standing a midst the empty hallway
>seriously Brad
>fuck you
"heh, not a problem. I can take two dweebs at once"
>Why does she have to say 'dweeb' so much? I don't even think it suits her persona
"I'm not fighting you Gilda. You lost anyways"
>Quite formidable in my opinion. I never thought he'd be the kind to stand up for others and avoid through reason
>A faggot still
"oh, but I wasn't asking for your permission, you little bitch"
>she walks towards Brad as if she wasn't even upset at him, pulling something out of the inside of her aviator jacket
>the sparkle that emanated from her hand fooling me to think that it was the rivets attached to the faux leather of her jacket
>she turned around pointing at me with her right hand, with brass knuckles on it.
"you're next"
>what the hell is wrong with this bitch?

>Be Brad
>this chick is completely out of her mind
>I really don't want to go up against her. What would the school say if they knew I hit a girl
>She is outrageously aggressive, yes. But even then that is no excuse to harm a woman.
>Besides I would never rape this chick
>She's too angsty
>wait, what the hell am I thinking?
"listen, I don't wan't to hurt you"
>she smirked with amusement and replied
"Don't worry, I'm not the one gettin' hurt here dumbass"

>Be Gilda
>I'm so going to wreck this motherfucker
>"(in a mocking tone) I don't want to hurt you" who the fuck does he think he is?
>piece of shit
'pock'
"oh, you just didn't fucking do that"
>I turned around again when I felt something hit me
>The fucking racist dweeb threw his god damned shoe at my head!
>oh, I'll make him pay for that, in fact, I'm charging interest!

>Be Norman
>Fuck my Life
>I threw my right shoe at this demented bitch and now she's charging a full frontal assault.
>oh fuck
>I just remembered
>Green told me she's into boxing and that a reputation for being aggressive and actually living up to her word preceded her. Quite unbelievable for someone with a mouth so big. He says she mauled the shit out of a thug once for thinking she couldn't fight him.
>and now I'm next
>pleasenotintheface
>I curled my arms and leg to protect my face and ribs. I just know she's going for either or.
>I fucking hate being a hero
>I hate this fucking school
>JUST GET IT FUCKING OVER WITH!
>nothing's happening, what's going on?
>Ears only allowed me to hear a thud and someone grunting
>I clear my arms for my eyes to make witness, slightly flinched due to the now failed threat.
>On the floor lay Ms. Sunshine struggling to return to battle. Failing miserably of course.
"let me go, you punk!"
>holy shit, I just found what I was looking for!

>immpecable timing
>my ass was safe for now and I couldn't believe what was going on
>The dark-denim-wearing figure, now with his hoodie on, sat on top of Gilda. Just as I would have expected of him. He had Gilda's face against the floor and her hands on her back locked by his right.
>this guy is like a machine of domination and submission.
>Brad jogged his way over to me not too worried about what had just happened. He then leans on my left shoulder with his right fore arm
"this is Bradical"
>the screeching of violins suddenly began to play in my head. I slowly turned my face to meet his, with eyes wide open in disgust. He just stared at me with a smile slapped to his face.
>I had no comment
>Without wasting any more time, I turn my attention to "Officer McGarret," who was way overdue for a good with me. And its not in my plans to suspend it any further.
"okay pal, I know you want to find your buddy Shimmer and all, but I really need to have a word with you"
>He slightly turned his head just enough to reveal the vermilion of his eye. Something I had not notice until now
"It will have to be another time. I can't let this criminal roam around"
>True, although what he stated resulted ironic, since it came from him.
"that's exactly what I want to talk about"

"well, you can talk about it in detention. That's if you have permission to talk during detention!"
>A woman wearing thin glasses and looks of an important yet attractive person spoke behind us. Her hair said long age came to her, but her skin suggested otherwise.
"Miss Mare, we had a..."
>Brad attempted to make our way out of this
"I've heard enough. You are all going to detention"
>horse boy down there, sprung up from his duty to contain Gilda, only to protest
"What is this nonsense?! Detention for what?"
"What kind of authority are you to command me old-timer?" >Mrs.Mare only gasped covering her mouth with awe. An implied sign of displeasure
"If anything, I hav...
>I had to control his mouth before I could no longer control the damge. I don't want to spend my afternoons doing community service because of horse boy
>I chuckled trying to hide the truth
"My friend here is... uhhmm... new actually."
>I show a smile as a sign of willingness to cooperate, while jamming mystery horse boy's mouth to prevent any further misunderstandings
"just play along" >I whispered as fast as I could to let him know there was a plan
>well, sort of
"he doesn't know the staff yet and... is... uuhh... a bit... a bit..."
"He's been having a really bad day miss mare and he just..."
>freaking Brad. Way to improvise
"I said that was enough. I don't care what your reasons were, or what excuse you have to give me. You're all going to detention"
>awww shit
"not you Miss Griffon. I'm taking you to the Vice Principle's office"
>She turns to me with a face that said, "I'll murder you and toss the body in a ditch"
"we can't afford to have you running around campus with a weapon"
>and there we were.
>on our way to a dull old room for our crimes against our fellow learners
>this has got to be the most awesome Monday of my life
>huray
>Shit
>I almost forgot about the plan for the Winter Ball!