#{ GOD WRITING NORM BEFORE GINGI HELPED HIM IS SO FUNNY }

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BAD DAY PROMPTS || STILL ACCEPTING! || @fazbearings​

fazbearings asked: “ you don’t need to worry about scaring me off. i’m not going anywhere. you can try as hard as you want, but there’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me like you any less. “ phonegingi for norm

[Norm fixed the goblin with a glare as it insisted that he wasn't going to scare them off; he had a loaded, cocked pistol pointed directly at it, and yet it insisted on remaining at his door. He had no reason to believe that it was lying when it said it "wasn't going anywhere," either -- it'd rooted itself outside of his shack for a full year now. He'd decided to speak to it again out of impatience and pity...but now it was...reassuring him. Like he was the one who needed sympathy and kindness.]

[He was being psychoanalyzed and cared for by a complete stranger. One who'd lived outside his shack for a year, granted, but a stranger nonetheless. He couldn't stand it.]

❝ ...I know you ain't goin' anywhere. You've been tied t' this spot fer th' past goddamn YEAR. ❞ [Norm grumbled with frustration; the goblin's persistence was a force to be reckoned with. He would wonder why it wanted to speak with him, of all people, but...he knew the answer. It'd called him a fellow "freak" -- another exile by Mingus' hand. They might share a similar past, and as much as Norm would’ve loved to shoot it and be done with this...] ❝ I don't even know ya, Pardner, an' ya sure as Hell don't know me. I'd gladly shoot ya and put yer head on display fer the next poor feller to cross my property, provided I wasn't runnin' low on ammo... ❞ 

❝ ...But... ❞ [Damn it all. Was he really doing this?] ❝ ...I s'ppose I'll need you off my property if I want any chance o' gettin' more. ❞ [Norm shut his door, utilizing the brief moment of peace to put his usual paper bag over his head. He never wore it in his own home...but he'd have to make an exception this time. He cracked open the door, hesitantly, keeping a wary eye on the stranger the entire time.] 

❝ Come in. We'll talk...an' then yer goin' back t' wherever y'came from. ❞