Normal Norman: Treble Clef Chapter 2

>Day 7.5.
>Still be Normal Norman.
>You are playing RE5, Professional mode like the hardcore motherfucker you are with Flash Sentry.
>Before you tell me I called him Brad in NmC, they're two different people starting now. One wears golden boxing gloves all the time, the other is Flash Sentry. Enough said.
>"So anyway, as I was saying, that Pinkie Pie girl? She totes wants-no, she NEEDS it. I'm just that good, huh?"
"For christ's sake, Flash, pay atten-"
>Wesker knee cannons you again.
"Well, looks like we have to restart. Good fucking work."
>"Come on, it's just one death."
"In a game that tracks how you die and how many times? Fuck that noise."
>God, Capcom, why would you do that?
>You exit the game and begin to set up a new one.
>"Can't we play Mercs? Professional is too hard for me."
"Come on, we made it this far!"
>"Yeah, with infinite ammo and maxed out Hydras, AK74s, and PSG-1s and infinite golden eggs."
"A win's a win!"
>"Anyway, so Norman, what have you been up to? I thought you'd be on earlier!"
"I went to a friend's house."
>"Who, Brad's?"
"Nah, his brother would probably bitch me out in Japanese. Again."
>"You hang out with the weirdest dudes."
>?YAS T'NOD UOY
>"Anyway, if not Brad, then who?"
"You know that girl-"
>"Wait. A girl?"
"Well, yeah."
>"You have come of age, Norman my boy!"
"I know. Anyway, you know that girl Octavia, right?"
>"Seen her a few times. Real classy. You fine if I go for it?"
"Hell no! She's my friend!"
>A loud sigh is heard over the headset.
>"Here I thought we were friends."
"Friends don't date friends of friends when the friend barely knows the friend's friend!"
>Record yourself saying that 5 times fast and I will write one request of yours for no charge. Has to be a oneshot.
>"Okay, I'll pretend I understood that."
"In other words, no means no!"
>"Alright, alright. Christ. So what did you two do?"
"Well, it started off like this..."

>"So you made no progress at all with music."
"Pretty much."
>"You know I could teach you guitar."
"Yeah, but I need to get classy! And you'd probably fight me for guitar dominance!"
>"Okay, you got me there."
>You finally finish the combo on Wesker, as he gets up to run away like a bitch.
"About time!"
>"You remember we gotta fight Jill, right?"
"How hard can it be?"
>You press Back to skip.
>Thirty seconds later, you're killed by machine gun fire.
>"What did I tell you?"
"Shut the fuck up Flash."
>"Calm down..."
"Do you not realize how serious this is?"
>"I...guess?"
"Then I shouldn't have to explain how my perfect save file is at stake."
>"No. You don't."
>Good to hear someone sympathizes.
>However, your alarm goes off.
"Looks like being Professional will have to wait. I got homework."
>"Didn't you finish it...oh right, Octavia's place."
"Yup. See you around."
>"Later, brah."
>Off goes the Xbox, and up gets your lazy ass!
>The rest of the night is spent on homework and dinner and cleaning up and sleeping. So we're skipping all that.

>Day 8.
>Be Normal Norman again.
>You wake up in the morning feeling like a statistic.
>Grabbing your hat, out the door, you're gonna smash a guitar, acoustic.
>No, that was horrible. I'm horrible.
>On the way to school, you get a text message.
>Must be Brad.
>You open it up and it's Octavia.
>"Good morning, Norman. I will see you in class today."
>Perfect spelling, capitalization, and grammar? She's out of your league.
"you too"
>Sending it, you put your phone away before making your way to school.
>On the way, you run into Brad again, the only other normal colored person there. He's still wearing his boxing gloves.
>"Hey, bro."
"Sup, Brad."
>You two fist each other.
>"So Flash says you've been chatting up a lady, eh?"
"What? No! We're just friends, Octavia and I!"
>"Octavia? Man, you're playing on No Hope mode. I'm pretty sure she's in cahoots with Vinyl."
"Have you seen them together?"
>"Well, no."
"Then the rumor is bullshit and the idea of them being together when they never even met is pants-on-head retarded."
>Yes, this is what I have to say about that shitty ship. Yes, I am firing shots.
>"I guess you've got a poi-"
>His phone chimes, and he examines the text he received.
>He punches in a response with perfect typing in record time.
>How does he type with boxing gloves on, anyway? Did he watch too many sbemails?
"Who was that?"
>"Kira again."
>Kira was his brother, a massive weeaboo who is also into B-Ball.
"How were you raised by a wannabe Jap and still speak English?"
>"The same way I type with boxing gloves on."
>Is this it? Will he finally reveal the truth?"
>"Very carefully."
"Crafty."
>You find yourself inside after saying that, and at your opened locker.
>You've gotten used to the school quickly, it seems.
>"Well, catch you later, man."
"You too, Brad."
>He walks off, and you close your locker to see the resident cunt, Sunset Shimmer, behind it.
>"Well if it isn't the racist!"

"Okay, first off, this is my locker, so I should be saying something like that, but replace racist with unlikable twat. Secondly, what do you want?"
>"Just saying hi."
"And?"
>"That's it."
>Knowing her? Nope.
"I'm getting beef stewed today, aren't I?"
>"What?"
>There are some terrors in this world that should remain unexplained.
"Nothing."
>"Something. Tell me."
"Only if you tell me."
>"Fine. On three, we tell each other our secrets."
"Deal."
>"1!"
"2!"
>"3!"
"..."
>"..."
>She saw through your favorite trick!
>"I can't believe you didn't deliver!"
"I could say the same to you, y'know."
>"Well, I suppose you've got a-"
>She takes a big breath.
>Oh fuck.
>"HELP! RAPIST! I MEAN RACIST! RACIST RAPIST!
>Like anyone will fall for that.
>Oh right, you underestimate the stupidity of students here.
"Guys, do you actually believe her?"
>"Why should we believe you?"
"Because one of us is a lying twat."

>Ah, swirlies. A classic.
>When they didn't take a leak in it beforehand, that is.
>You walk out of the bathroom, a bit of soap in your ear.
>"Norman? What happened?"
>It's Octavia again.
"Well at least one thing today went right."
>"I'm sure you had more successes."
>She's immune to your average ability to charm people! Only explanation!
>"With that said, you have some soap in your ear."
"Thanks."
>You flick it off.
>"Um, if I might ask, why is there soap in the first place?"
"Because I'm supposedly racist."
>"Oh, yes. Er, should I ask...?"
"Please, for my sake, don't ask what happened."
>"I understand."
>The rest of the walk to class is silent, until the end.
>"Norman?"
"Yeah?"
>"I pray things get better for you."
"Thank you, Octavia."
>Okay, you definitely saw a smile that time.
"See you around!"
>'As will I."
>She waves as she walks off to her own class and you enter yours.

>A few classes later, you're at lunch.
>You grab a sandwich and look around.
>Octavia's group catches your eye, so you make your way there.
>"Hello again, Norman."
>"Good day, Norman."
>"Hi, Norman!"
>"Hello, Norman."
"Hey, everyone."
>You sit next to Brass Breeze this time.
>"How are you today, Norman?'
"I'm doing alright, considering. How about the rest of you?"
>"I am well."
>"Exquisitely."
>"I'm doing great!"
>"I'm fine."
"Good to hear."
>"Wait, what do you mean, considering?"
"Six words: Adventures in being a supposed racist."
>"I take it you wish to not discuss it?"
"No, no I don't."
>They all frown in unison, knowing that feel.
>Not really, but they could probably estimate how feely that feel is.
>The rest of lunch is spent on small talk I won't go into on the grounds of me just wanting you all to know I'm alive

>Later, you're in class with Octavia.
>This is this is this is this is this is this is an insult to your intelligence.
>SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
>Is what you would say, but you don't want to get in trouble for reenacting Harry Enfield's masterpiece.
>No but seriously, you're bored. So bored. So painfully bored.
>Selling your soul sounds fun compared to this.
>However, it's so normal, you'd get maybe, I dunno, $5 for it?
On an unrelated note, I saw a site where you could sell your soul for just that.
>You decide to converse with Octavia, seeing if she's as bored as you are.
"Hey, Octavia."
>"Yes?"
>So far, so good.
"Is it me, or did we go over this before already?"
>"Yes, it does seem rehashed."
>THANK YOU.
>"So, Norman, you are okay, right?"
"Sure am."
>"I, er, overheard what they did to you on my way to class, and you have my condolences."
"It's not like my dog died..."
>Didn't you have this conversation yesterday?
>"Correct, but now I understand what Frederic meant the other day."
>"That said, are you willing to do some practice after school?"
"Sure am."
>"I admire your dedication."
>The bell rings. One class to go.
>"I will see you after school."
"And I'll see you, too."
>The rest of the day is uneventful, until...

>After school, you walk out of class, bumping into someone.
>"Hey! Watch it!"
"Maybe if you hadn't walked there in the first place it wouldn't have happened!"
>Can't debate that!
>You hear a growl coming from a sunglasses-wearing, blue-haired girl.
>"Well...maybe..."
"That's what I thought."
>"How about...you...go ride a bicycle of dicks up my ass!"
"Stop shouting, someone will hear us you...you..."
>Come on, think!
>"What's going on?"
"Hey, Octavia."
>"Tavi?"
>Jinx! Wait, Tavi?
>"I see you two became acquainted."
"Yeeeeeah..."
>"He ran into me, and blamed me! Can you believe it?"
>"I'd prefer to stay out of it, thank you, Vinyl. Now how about you two start over?"
>"Fine. I'm Vinyl and everything is my fault."
>"Try again."
>You are trying your best to not laugh.
>"Okay! Okay! Hi, I'm Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch."
"Norman."
>Handshakes ensue.
>"Good. Now, Norman, we have a music lesson."
>Oh yeah.
"That's right. Later, Vinyl!"
>"Peace."
>You walk off with Octavia to the music lesson, which is uneventful because it's bed time for Steve.