Title:           (EG-NN: One Shot) The Ghost of Past Future
Author:          A_Pile_of_Notes
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of December 2014 06:01:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 26th of December 2014 11:34:09 AM CDT

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>tfw no "Ghost of Christmas Past" stories
 
>Day 'Holiday Jamboree' at Canterlot High
>The early morning of Christmas
>"Nooooooorman......Nooooooooorman....."
"Huh....whaaaa...."
>"GET UP, YOU LAZY SHIT!"
"AHHH!"
>In front of the poor shivering boy woken up from his peaceful slumber, laid a fairly identical representation of himself dressed in prison wear and rusted shackles hovering over his bed with all the colors muted out
>"Noooooooooooormen!"
"HOLY CRAP A GHOST!"
>"SHHHHHHHHH, you're going to wake the whole damn neighborhood you idiot!"
".....sorry...."
>The boy whimpers still visibly frightened from the specter of himself
>"Now where was I?.....Oh yeah! Noooooooooorrman, I come bearing a waaaaaarning!"
"Ah crap, don't tell me I didnt celebrate Christmas enough. I tried really hard just to please everyone! From Aryan to Chloe! Well..... maybe not Chloe..."
>"Wait Christmas? Its been that long?"
>The specter hovers' towards Norman's phone, clicking the home button and reading the Christmas date etched on the screen
>"Wow, time really does fly by when you're dead."
"Soooooo, ah you aren't the ghost of Christmas past?"
>The specter turns to Norman and hovers back to its previous place
>"Not so much about the Christmas part but im definitely from the past."
"O-kay, what past?"
>Norman curiously asks the specter
>"Now that's exactly why im here! Im you but from a different past."
"I dont ever recall dying in the past, especially in a jailer outfit?"
>"Too put it simple, im you if you ever made a different decision. I am the result of your multiple misadventures and a possible outcome for your future!"
>Norman scratches his head
"Wait, wouldn't that make you a ghost of the future and not the past?"
>"Well no! My future is your possible past and considering I can't be from your current future, I'd have to be from an alternate past."
"But wouldn't that past be a future I could be living in now and your future could've still be my future even if I didn't follow your past?
>"NO! The past is the past and any form of my future is dead in your past!"
"But-"
>"QUIET! BOTH OF YOU!"
>Another ghost Norman, this time wearing a Butler suit appears
>"It doesnt matter what time period we're from, it matters your time now!"
>"Hey! I thought I was going to do this alone?!"
>The Jailer Norman reacts to the Butler Norman
>"Well we all changed our minds and for good reason too."
>"Bullshit, you didnt even give me a chance!"
>"We didnt need you to get into a metaphysical time discussion with the target Norman #3, you had one job! And you blew it!"
>"Well arguing now isnt helping either, heck you're making it far worse!"
>"Well I am in charge of setting you Norman straight, by the time IT comes you'll be so damn distracted you'll be dead! Again!"
>"OH! Just because Norman #6 is in charge, makes you the superior Norman!"
>"Does not!
>"Does too!"
>"Does NOT!
>"Does TOO!"
>"DOES NOT!
>"DOES TOO!"
>"ENOUGH!"
>The two ghosts look at the the aggravated Norman behind them
>This time he's wearing a bloodied football helmet and mangled trench coat making him look like a hobo
>"Norman #6!"
>Both specters gasp in surprise
>"Both of you are equally terrible!"
>"He started it."
>"Shut it Norman #7, you've done nothing but make it worse."
>"Told ya."
>The Helmet Norman scowls at the Jailer Norman, putting him and the other Norman down
"Hey! Ummmm you-who! Living Norman still here!"
>"Oh right."
>The Helmet Norman glides towards regular Norman
>"Sorry about that, ignore those two they're idiots."
"A-alright...."
>"I'll make this quick, considering we have very limited time in this world. You see, we're all technically you but from a different choice in your life or action that you thankfully missed. What Norman #3 was sent  to show you, was an important message warning you about a group of dangerous individuals lurking around the omniverse."
"Omniverse?"
>"Yeah, really big thing almost anything can happen!"
>"Quiet #3! We can't exactly tell you who these people are but we sure know what they've been up to for the last year."
"And that is......."
>"Killing us."
"Who?"
>"You, me, the other two bozos behind me! Norman we're becoming extinct!"
>The specter responds ferociously
"Oh......'
>"One by one they came and started to slaughter all forms of Normans' in any universe. Sons, Daughters, Friends, Family, Occupations, the opposite gender; it doesnt matter they- no they HAVE killed it!"
"Wait hold on for a second, you said there were multiple me's out there somewhere getting killed. How come only you three are ghosts and not the real deal?"
>"A good amount of us got lucky, considering how she came in the nick of time and bounded our souls in her realm; we would've been devoured by them."
"....she.......So is just you three here or are there more ghost mes' flying around?"
>The Jailer Norman chimes in
>"Well it was suppose to me only me but SOMEBODY! Lost confidence in my delivery skills!"
>"Oh shut it Norman #3 you couldn't deliver anything, just like how you failed your court case!"
>"WHY YOU LITTLE!"
>Jailer Norman and Butler Norman begin to throw daggers at each other as both Helmet Norman and Regular Norman look on with pity
>"Like I said before they're idiots."
"But they're us."
>"Sadly. But to answer your question, to my knowledge the Oldman hasn't sent over anyone else to look after my group."
>Before Norman could respond, both of them notice that the ghost Norman's have sequentially began to disappear
>"Darn Faust! I thought I had more time!"
"Wait what's happening?"
>Norman asks in a panic
>"Nothing! Me, whatever you do stick to your daily plan! Go too school and go straight home! From what I saw they're everywhere now, so look behind your back and if you see or find something out of place. Whatever you do, run away! Go to the police or something but hold out just enough until we can get someone permanent to come and get you!"
>The three specters slowly evaporates into the room
"Wait, you haven't exactly told me who they were! And who's SHE?"
>"In due time, man. In due time."
>And with that Helmet Norman and the other bickering two were gone
>Leaving the Norman we all know and love  alone, wet and clueless sitting on his bed
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>"What's the matter sport, the Christmas ghost scared ya last night or something? You're practically falling asleep while eating your toast."
>Norman's father asks his son as the two of them enjoy some homemade Christmas breakfast
"No, no im fine..... just thinking....."
>"Well you better think fast because those eggs of yours are getting cold."
"Yeah, I know....."
*Ringing Door Bell*
>"I'll get it!"
>Norman's mother exclaims as she puts her cooking wear down and walks towards the door opening it
>"Well hello there! I didn't expect the mail would make deliveries on Christmas day."
>"Well ma'am, ya know what they say. If ya can pay the rite amount you can git anything ya want!"
>The cream skinned Southern women with a mountain of red hair replies in an almost sinister but light hearted fashion
>She hands Mrs. Normal a letter and each bid their farewells
>"Its for you Norman."
>She hands the letter to her son before returning to her cooking
"I didn't know they delivered on Christmas."
>"They usually dont, how strange."
>Norman's father responds to his son, refilling his cup of coffee at the same time
>Norman looks at the letter again and begins to open it
>Its from Lyra
>"So? What does it say sport?"
"Its an invitation for a Christmas party later today."
>"Friend of yours from school?"
"You could say."
>Mr.Normal takes a bite out of his toast and looks towards his wife
>"What do you think Linda?"
>"Well he is old enough, to make his own decisions and the whole family is coming tonight."
>The two of them look back to Norman
"You know, I could always skip it. They'll understand."
>"Ha, that's my boy! Now hurry up, we gotta get ready by 12 or less we'll get stuck in the mid-afternoon traffic!"
"Sure dad."
>And with that they continued their breakfast pleased knowing their son picked the right choice for the wrong reason
>Because one thing was for sure
>Norman never knew or heard of a "Lyra Heartstring" in his life