- >being purple
- >for two years have you been locked up inside Normans basement
- >it really wasn't that bad
- >he took good care of you and made sure that you held up
- >that is, until yesterday however
- >your only guess is that Norman finally snapped, he wasn't the only thing to snap and decided to take 3 years of built up rage and pour it all out on your unlucky arse
- >this can't end well
- >Norman again
- >you don't know what happened yesterday
- >for three years you had put up with endless streams of bullshit
- >nothing of what happened yesterday was on purpose
- >and now you may have lost the first friend you ever got in this shitty town
- >welp, there's only one thing to do
- >one thing you never hoped you'd have to do
- >whilst gathering up your stuff and checking on purple you remember one thing
- >Brad is going to miss his girlfriend and rarity will miss you
- >you write them one note each, on aryan's note it says: "I've gone away and i won't be coming back, however, I've made sure that my house is filled with what you need, scott will come over every now and then and make sure you are ok
- >PS. don't enter the basement at all"
- >on Brad's note it says: the park, midnight, 1v1 me fgt, you win you get purps, you lose, you'll never meet her again
- >now you are set
- >you grab the stuff, check on purps, her stump is still dangling like a moldy sausage, but there's nothing to do about it now
- >out and away
- >be Brad
- >you sit in your apartment and think about what to do
- >you decide to take a nap for like the 8th time today
- >your door seems to think otherwise
- >just as you are about tofall asleep you hear something from the hallway
- >it's a letter
- >From Norman Normal
- >dafuq
- >you read it
- > "the park, midnight, 1v1 me fgt, if you win you get purps, if you lose you'll never meet her again
- >it is on motherfucker
- >you look at the clock
- >22:00
- >just enough time to prepare
- >you start with getting a hold of yourself, trying to keep calm
- >you know what Norman can do
- >you have seen it
- >he did it to shimmer, right infront of everyone
- >he just stuck a blade through her stomach, and then ripped her spine out as a trophy
- "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew"
- "no you idiot, you are supposed to get a bloody hold of yerself", I rudly interrupt him
- "oh, ok"
- >after getting what's necessary and fixing your hair, you storm out the door and head off to the park
- "prepare your anus Norman, you're in for some serious rape"
- >we rarity nao
- >you are just walking around your house with nothing to do
- >suddenly, a letter slides through your letterbox
- >it's from Norman
- >this can't be good
- >you read it slowly, examining every word like it's about to pounce at you and eat your face
- >ohdeargod.jpg
- >we Norman
- >it's 23:59
- >one minute left
- >if he doesn't show up, you'll just tot off with purple in tow
- >10 seconds left now
- >9
- >8
- >7
- >ah, here he is, at last
- "Hi there Bradley, how are you doing this fine day?"
- >"cut the bullshit Norman" he says,"where's Twilight?"
- "right here" you say and point behind you
- >there she is, one arm and a half, a look of hope and sadness on her face and only one ear
- >just like you left her
- "well then, we gon do dis or what?"
- >"come at me bro"

