Norman discovers his makers

Once upon a day, in the disgusting school of Canterlot, there was a man named Norman Normal.

This man was a normal guy in a school full of technicolour weirdos, because of this, he was branded as a racist.

For 1 whole year, he thought that the gods he didn't belive in was playing some kind of joke on him.

 

That is, until he found a secret room in his school, and that is where our story begins

 

Be Norman

This fucking school is getting on your plumbs

All the students call you a skinhead, except for like 7-8 people that you can actually call "friends"

there was purplesmart, applehat, aryan goddess, bluefast/rainbow dyke, yellowquiet, pink and Brad, green was an OK guy even though he also spent his time yelling at you, that is, when he wasn't trying to get into your pants

 

"well well well, if it isn't the little racist" says an orange-ish cunt so big you can drive a semi truck through her

Goddamnit Sunset Shimmer, gimme a goddamn break

 "Piss off"

"Y u so sad, little fucker, don't you like the attention you get for being who you really are?" she says with a voice so smug she'd make Nathan Drake reach for the smug-pills

"Do you wanna see who I really am?"

 

"Don't I already?"

"no, not at all, because of that I have nothing to say but one thing, and that is..." before you finish your sentence you see that all the other people in the school are linning up to watch

 

"... DO THE HUSTLE"

 

*hustling  intensifies*

After hustling for about 10 minutes, the flash mob dissolves and everyone go back to what the fuck they were doing

"How'd you like that, Shimmery" now it's your turn to be smug

bad idea

Before you can say or do anything at all, she has grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and the back of your belt

what is she doing

 

she's rocking you back and forth, like you are some kind of battering ram

she then flings you at a wall across the hallway, making sure that you crash in it head-first

you breach right through it, either your head is thick as a rock or the wall was so weak that it would have dissolved if you so much as farted at it

 

As you regain your sense of where you are and what your name is, you take a look around in the room

when your eyes reach the middle of the room your head just stops dead

In the exact middle of the room there are 32 greenfaced men, sitting in front of computers and typing like some sort of monkey on a caffeine buzz

They all have names written on their foreheads as well, ranging from stuff like AppledashWINS to Kurobisu to Tool, hell, and you thought the names of your classmates were weird

One of the men notice you, the man called Kuro, he just "stares" at you, it's hard to stare when you don't have any eyes

 

"SHIT GUYS, WE'VE BEEN MADE" he yells at the top of his voice

faster than you can say lil wayne is a faggot, they all pack their computers together and make a run for it

 

you stick your head out the hole in the wall and watch as they run off with the speed of Forrest Gump on an adrenalin kick

 

"the fuck is wrong with this place?"