#raynorman

Norman: Ray, I have a favor to ask.

Ray: What’s that?

Norman: Let me kiss you.

Ray:

Ray: Huh?

Norman: I held hands with Emma today, but I kinda failed at it.

Ray: How the hell did you fail at holding hands?

Norman: DON’T SWEAT THE DETAILS! I don’t want to mess this one up. When Emma and I kiss, I wouldn’t want my teeth to hit hers.

[Norman gets close up to Ray with his determined intimidating face.]

Norman: Let me practice...

[Ray could feel dread well up in his chest and turns to look away, mortified.]

Ray: Why don’t you practice with a pillow--

Norman: I ALREADY TRIED THAT! I just can’t get a good sense of distance with a pillow! I need a person!

Ray: Try someone else.

Norman: THAT’D BE AN INSULT TO EMMA!

[Ray turns back to see Norman’s body now oozing out a mysterious dark aura. He looks on in horror.]

Norman: You’re good at keeping secrets. I can’t think of anyone else I can ask!

Ray: Quit it. It’s gross.

[Norman takes out a plastic wrap dispenser and pulls out the plastic wrap.]

Norman: It’ll be fine. I brought plastic wrap.

[A small squeak of terror escaped Ray’s lips as he looks at the plastic wrap.]

Ray: STOP, YOU’RE CROSSING A LINE…

Norman: If we use this between us, there’s no problem.

Ray: DUDE, IT’S A HUGE PROBLEM--

[Norman presses the plastic wrap against Ray’s face. Ray is now backed against the wall, trapped between Norman’s hands.]

Norman: I’M RESOLVED TO DO THIS! YOU SHOULD BE TOO IF YOU CALL YOURSELF A MAN!

Ray: [tries to speak against the plastic wrap] Dude, there’s something wrong with your logic for sure.

[Ray tries to move away in vain as Norman prepares to kiss him. He could only stare at Norman’s lips as he gets closer, his eyes twitching in the moment. He lets out a muffled scream.]