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Norman Bates has a minion!

Minion the Noctou

Norman Bates
Legacy Name: Norman Bates

The

Bloodred Lain
Owner:

AceMage

Age: 11 years, 3 weeks, 6 days

Born: April 9th, 2013

Adopted: 6 years, 11 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: June 5th, 2017

Statistics

Level: 30
Strength: 75
Defense: 75
Speed: 74
Health: 75
HP: 75/75
Intelligence: 19
Books Read: 19
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

You can’t trust other women, Norman. All women are dirty, filthy creatures. Except for your dear mother. A boy’s best friend is his mother, after all. And you love me… don’t you, Norman?

He loved her, alright. She was his mother. His everything, aside from their shared house, the motel, and his taxidermy birds. A man’s got to have a hobby, and taxidermy was a completely valid one. Taxidermy was relaxing. After all, they didn’t get too many visitors to Fairvale, so Norman needed to keep his hands busy. It was just him and Mother, always had been, since Father died. And his dear mother was ill. So very, very ill. He had to keep an eye on her at all times. She needed him to take care of her. What other option did he have, really? Putting her in a home? Perish the thought. No, Norma Bates belonged right where she was, nice and safe at home with her dear son, Norman.

But that nice woman with the Ford, who was renting a room for the night…They had a nice dinner together. But Mother wasn’t happy about that. They had to eat in the motel’s parlor. Away from Mother’s piercing glare. She was a pretty lady; surely she wasn’t as filthy as all other women? Although, she did try to suggest that Mother ought to be committed. That wasn’t very nice of her. Not at all. But she has a nice body… you could have some fun with her, maybe… Mother couldn’t possibly see anything from here… Norman watched the blonde woman casually undress and climb into the shower from a secret peephole behind a painting. He found himself feeling a strange urging from deep within. An ugly feeling. Sinful, even.

Next thing he knew, he was driving the woman’s Ford Custom 300 into a swamp. Cleaning up the blood was easy for the most part; she’d been taking a shower when Mother killed her. Yet another nice lady that Mother had become jealous over, jealous enough to kill them. A real shame, that. The woman’s body was in the trunk. So much blood… Mother really needs to calm down. Too much stress isn’t good for her. She’s starting to lose her grip. What was I thinking? Dinner at the house, really?

...There. Evidence concealed, and for good. Nobody would ever know about the nice blonde lady and her Ford Custom, nobody would know about her visit to the Bates Motel, or the nice little dinner and conversation about taxidermy… nobody would ever know that Mother had flown off the handle once again and killed. Nobody would suspect a thing. Maybe the truck of her car, submerged in a swamp wasn’t a little private island like the nice woman was looking for, but she’d have an eternity to get over it.

He was so very, very sorry to have upset Mother like that.

-Story by User not found: chesid