2 Little Ghosts ☠ Video & Action

[talking_dead]

[Hey Asgard, Norman's checking in from Hel's graveyard...and it appears that he's surrounded by a several hungry looking goats that are staring intently at his head. Poor kid looks incredibly uncomfortable.]

Ummm, I was going to ask if there's a store in the city that sells bikes, but I think the better question is...how do I stop all these goats from following me? They're kind of creeping me ou--wah?!

[While he was talking, one particularly hasty goat decided to try to step on Norman's back to try to get at his hair. The kid ducks automatically under the weight but ends up falling over in the process with a yelp. The rest of the goats begin swarming him, trying to take a bite out of his hair as Norman struggles to get up.]

You stupid goats! OW! Hey, STOP! [His expression grows increasingly panicked.] I SAID STOP-!!!

[Suddenly, several dark, shadowy spikes shoot up from the ground around him (narrowly missing the goats), and the scene grows even more chaotic with the sound of bleating goats as they begin fleeing. The ones that aren't quick enough are shoved away by the spikes versatile and begin whipping at the goats sides.]

W-what the...

[The next second, Norman's suddenly....glowing? And in the blink of an eye, he's only a foot tall at most with a pointed red hat covering his hair, and his whole body (even his clothes) has a glossy look to it.]

What's going on?! [His voice is now incredibly squeaky as well. Guess who just turned into a living gnome?]

Comments

[video]

[whatagoodgirl]

Norman! Are you okay?! What happened?

[Is this the retaliation she was waiting for? Turning people into... gnomes?]

Re: [video]

[talking_dead]

N-not really, I don't know! Why am I so small?!

[He really hopes the goats don't come back to eat him.]

[video]

[whatagoodgirl]

I think - I think it's a curse. Like what happened to me? It must all have something to do with the animals, but...

[That can't be it. Norman may think he's suffering, but if he'd been stabbed by his most loved person, he'd understand why she was expecting so much more.]

Listen, do you want me to come pick you up? I can bring you to a safe place where the animals won't get to you.

[talking_dead]

[He's not really suffering, he's just horribly confused and disoriented.]

Uhhh...Do you know where the graveyard is? 'Cause that would help a lot.

[whatagoodgirl]

Is that where you are? I assume it's in Hel, so it can't be too hard to find.

[talking_dead]

Y-yeah, it is. It's in the greyer part of the district.

[whatagoodgirl]

Well, I'll find it. [She puts on her steely face, already sliding on a light jacket and moving out of her bedroom.] In any case, that huge herd of goats will be hard to miss. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[talking_dead]

Okay...I'll just uhh find a higher place or something. [He's eying one of the smaller tombstones in the background. Maybe he can climb on top.]

[whatagoodgirl]

Be careful! Don't hurt yourself! I'll be looking high and low, so even if you're still on the ground, I'll find you.

[Timeskip a little, and a breathless, flushed Nakama has reached the graveyard. As she promised, she's sweeping her eyes both between the headstones and above them, looking for a Gnorman.]

Norman? Are you there?

audio: 1/2

[extradite]

Please don't also glow on the living room carpe -

audio

[extradite]

Ahhhh -- aah - you - you're... that's... you're... this isn't the time for special camera effects or - what kind of joke are you pulling?

/gigglesnorts @ Gnorman, perfect

[talking_dead]

[During her rush over, Norman has successfully climbed up on top of one a the tombstones and is now waving to her from there. Geez, why are his arms so short now?]

Here! I'm right over here!

[talking_dead]

I'm not joking! I just-- I have no clue what's going on! How do I go back to being normal?!

[Sob, he's still panicking, and the shadows spikes are back and wiggling around in confusion.]

i aim to please XD

[whatagoodgirl]

Nor - oh! [She runs over and crouches down, staring at him in disbelief.]

... gosh, I hope this one doesn't last too long. It'll be really annoying for you. Do you want to ride in my bag on the way back to - well, where do you want to go, first?

[talking_dead]

I don't want to go anywhere, I want to go back to the way I was! Isn't there some way to fix this? What if I tried talking to Hel? Would she fix this for me?

[Sooooob, he doesn't want to be tiny. He's already short enough as a kid.]

[extradite]

All right, let's... let's retrace... your steps. Let's retrace them. What did you do? Did you step on something when those things came up?

[whatagoodgirl]

Norman... you can't do anything but wait out curses. They think you did something wrong, and this is their punishment for it. None of the gods will reverse it.

[talking_dead]

What?! No way, I've been trying to help them! That's why I keep coming back here! They can't just--...that's not fair!

[And he was trying so hard to make the graveyard colorful. There's some evidence of color around the area and some wilted flowers laying on some of the tombstones.]

[talking_dead]

W-what things? The goats? They just followed me here. I didn't do anything.

[whatagoodgirl]

I know it's not fair. They've done a lot worse for a lot less, though, and shown no remorse for it after the fact. I'm sorry you had to see this side of the city.

Are you sure you don't want to get inside, where no more animals can find you?

[extradite]

No. The... tendrils. Vines? Snakes? Did you stumble on a snake nest?

[talking_dead]

...But I didn't do anything wrong.[He's still stuck on that fact because it's a reminder of back home. Where everyone thinks he's a freak and where the bullying never ends because he'll talk to ghosts.]

Fine...I want to go to my room. [He reluctantly waves towards the iron fence where he placed his backpack.]

My stuff's over there.

[talking_dead]

Huh? [Now he turns and actually notices the tendrils like they hadn't been there to begin with.] Oh....those are mine, I think.

[Just as he raises an eyebrow questioningly at them, the tendrils sink back to reform his shadow.]

[whatagoodgirl]

I know. [She looks genuinely sad and sorry, like she's done this herself.] I know you didn't.

[Dragging her feet a little, she goes over and grabs his things, then returns to the headstone.]

The offer to ride in my bag is still open. You'll be in danger on the ground, and I'm sure you don't want people seeing me carting you around in my arms.

[talking_dead]

Alright, the bag works. [He just sighs, his temper cooling a little into defeat as he reaches up to pull off the goofy pointed hat.

...It won't come off. It's like it's stuck to his head.]

This is stupid. I hate this.