"/nn/ Shorts by Gunnz"
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Created on: Tuesday 1st of November 2016 01:46:01 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 11:55:31 AM UTC


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