*The rustling of the vent can be heard from above Norman*
( @mafia-onimusha)
What in the hell is that noise..?
[The Toon looks around the disclosed area, worried about cleaning up the glass shards rather than taking care of a rat problem.]
(Jesus Norman, you really gotta be the paranoid type don't 'cha, it's probably just a rat anyways.)
Sigh. Alright, lets see what else this day has to offer.
*Out of one of the vent covers, a small popcorn creature would fall, landing on Norman before bouncing off onto the floor*
[The Toon loses his balance and lands onto the floor with a pillow to break the fall, with his eyes covered in ink.]
Pf-ow, jesus I should've known it was a rat. Sigh. If this is another prank from one of those workers I swear to god that I'm gonna-
[The Toon clears the Ink from his eyes to only be met with the Popcorn Creature. Confused with the creatures sudden and unexpected appearance, the Toon struggles to make out words, considering of the past events.]
Uh....hi?
*The creature would stand up, as it looked curiously at Norman, like it was trying to figure out who he was. Chirps and squeaks can also be heard while they were doing it.*
Huh...so it wasn't a rat in the vents after all.
[The Toon goes back to cleaning off the excess ink while not using the the right hand, currently bleeding with a golden(?) blood. Despite the pain, he tries to maintain a smile and conversation.)
So...uh, heh...so what's a little guy like you doing in an area like this?
*It would squeak and chirp, as they noticed him bleesing, as they squeaked as if to ask if they were okay*
Huh-oh this?
[The Toon gestures to the bleeding hand, but paying no mind to it as if he didn't care at all about his well being at this moment.]
Heh, don't worry little guy, I'll be fine. I've always been anyways. [Thats a lie.] But anyways, where did you come from exactly? Don't think I've seen you around here.
*Nacho would stare suspiciously at Norman as they said that, before taking out a piece of popcorn from themselves and passing it to Norman*
Oh...well thanks little guy. I'll just store his for later. But I appreciate it.
[The Toon puts away the piece of popcorn in his hammerspace, going back to cleaning up the broken shards of glass from the mirror and drops of ink, not caring about his own well being in the process.]
But, for now I gotta clean this up. So you might just wanna sit over there on that crate in the corner for now.
[As the Toon tends his focus to the mess, the voice comes back yet again to taunt him.]
(You know you can't keep this act up for long right?)
*It would charge at Norman, as it rubbed and leaned against him, cooing and chirping, seeing the bottle nearby and reading his face. It seem to try to comfort him. Looks like it's more intelligent than people think.*
Look little guy, I appreciate your concern about me, but I can assure you, I'm fine.
[The Toon picks up Nacho and walks over to the corner and places them on the crate, with him walking back with footprints of ink following him in his tracks.]
I just have to be fine. Just gotta clean this mess that my idiot-self made, that's all.
*They would look unamused, as they hopped down an swiped Norman's bottle, noticing the smell of alcohol, while also leaving more popcorn for them as they slowly climbed back into the vent, still holding onto the bottle with their legs*
HEY THATS....mine, dammit. That was the only bottle I had on me.
[The Toon sweeps up the broken glass and ink and places it behind the crate the popcorn creature had once sat on.]
Sigh. Well...there they go.
[The Toon walks over another corner to sit down until he stepped in a missed splotch of ink, only to reveal with was a picture of him, with Rabid and Kay after a mission. But he ripped himself out the picture.]
Jesus, why did I have to fuck things up again.
