Note: This was published elsewhere as a comedy sort of thing. This in an AU of mine, so inside jokes and stuff have been added. This is a universe where Norman dislikes a lot of the Snake Pit guys, because theyre quite annoying and crazy. Ashtem is trying to get Norman to socialize more, and “get along” with them. And it is not going well. Silver Eye is also Norman’s “nemesis,” known for bullying and making fun of Norman a lot in the Snake Pit
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"Oh my gods..." a voice breathed out quietly as Norman was still trying to sleep. "How did this happen? Who did this?"
"Are you dumb?" another voice chimed, slightly concerned. "What is he doing out there? Who did this? Why is everyone gasping? Someone do something!" Norman didn't care for the voices nearby; he was actually trying to get something rare called 'sleep.'
"Stop gasping, everyone!" a younger voice hissed, and everyone still gasped. "Look! I don't know what is going on, but I know that this is not okay."
The other voice, slow and mysterious-sounding, replied. "Looks fine for now. He isn't going....Or at least, too fast. We have time to think before he floats away."
"Um, I think we need to think faster," the voice said, but quieter now. Norman wasn't sure if he was getting into deep sleep, or if the people are walking away. "Who did this? Who?"
"Who cares about who did it? We have to get Gold Eye because -- oh."
"Boa! Do your super Spiderman jumping that Boy Scouts taught you! He's getting away! Quick, guys. Run after him; we have to do something."
"I blame Gray Eye for this! I bet he did this to Gold Eye! Only he could be strong enough to bring a mattress and a person into a river."
"It wasn't me! Pretty sure it was Silver Eye. He's practically ten men in a hipster body."
"Oh boy. Ashtem is going to kill us when we pretty much did nothing."
The voices got even quieter, and Norman felt himself going towards bliss. For once, the Snake Pit wasn't full of kids screaming or obnoxious talking. It was hard to get some good sleep there, mainly because it had trauma and noises and whatnot. And right now, he was grateful that he was able to get some sleep. It felt like working endlessly until you got something you wanted.
And especially, Norman liked the environment he was sleeping in. He liked how the atmosphere was colder than it should be. The Snake Pit was getting a little stuffy after all, and sometimes hot because it was by the equator. Theodore still needed to implement more air vents, since even more Bladers came to the place. And best of all, it even felt like there was water dripping onto his exposed arms.
‘This is actually a good time to sleep.’
‘Wait.’
He felt like something was extremely wrong, but he guessed that it was his paranoia. What a good time to dream of water and rivers!
"Hey, Gold Eye!" someone who sounded like Yellow Eye cried out. "Wake up, pal! Wake up!"
"Don't startle him that way. He could be awake any moment now. It isn't that hard to wake up, especially since something is very wrong."
"Where's Boa? Is he hopping around in the trees now? What else can we do, in case Boa can't save him in time?"
"Somebody jump in the river!"
Norman wanted to wake up and yell at the obnoxious voices, so he got up, clutching the pillow in his arms. "Hey, what's with you all talking and stuff? I'm trying to get some sleep." he said tiredly, still angry because Theodore let the old Bladers come back. But that's when he noticed something really wrong, and looked at the edge of his 'bed.'
"Cripes!" he cursed, eyes wide and not knowing what to do. He didn't remember this at all; all he remembered was going to bed in his training clothes, and then plopping onto the bed. Not this.
His bed — or rather, it was instead a small and puffy mattress — was in the river, with him and his pillow on it. The river was pretty wide, flowing between medium and slow, and it was sending the mattress to what he thought was 'downstream.' Norman wasn't a professor for geography or anything, but downstream typically meant rapids and waterfalls and what not. And in a middle of a rainforest, that could be piranhas and crocodiles and whatever counts as bad.
"How did this happen?" he called out to the Bladers by his right, who were on land and chasing after him. Everyone seemed to be present, except for Boa and Silver. "Why am I here? I don't remember going to bed on a river."
"Hang on tight," Gray Eye advised him, taking in death glares frim a couple others. He turned to them, and said, "What? I wasn't the one who did this to him. You all can blame Silver Eye instead, and not me."
"Rescue is coming," Azure Eye called out afterwards, watching as Norman was trying to paddle. "Boa is currently trying to find a good spot to pull the rope down. Or something." that just made Norman even more concerned.
Violet Eye spoke up next, watching as the mattress swerved left and right. "Help is coming, dude. Can you swim?"
"Well, duh," Norman glared at all of them, his pillow soaking wet from trying to paddle. "But I am not sure what is in the water, if any. There could be crocodiles and piranhas and brain-eating amoeba."
"Can you jump onto a branch?" Black Eye asked, hopping over a couple stones in effort to keep up. "There's a couple branches up ahead. Just jump!"
"Jumping would push the mattress down!" Violet Eye slapped the younger male. "It could get even more wet and then it will sink or something... Well, maybe unless someone aided him."
"Good bye, Gold Eye," the others, Gray Eye and Azure Eye, decide to pull a Jerk Move and just wave good-bye at him. Norman groaned; so much for trying to live a peaceful life. Whoever placed him in this situation would not have a very happy outcome.
The river raced a little bit more faster, turning left and right and pulling in stray logs and branches. The Masked Bladers were even more horrified this time, their eyes wide instead of helping Norman out. Norman didn't know what to do, so he decided to sit criss-crossed on the mattress while hugging his pillow. ‘I swear I'm going to tell Ashtem about this.’
Finally, just as the river got even more faster, and rope with a noose-shaped end fell down from a mangrove tree. "Here I am. Now get on, Norman." Boa poked his head out from the leaves, prodding Norman to get on. The Masked Bladers stopped at the tree were Boa was, anticipating the moment Norman would be rescued. "There's not a lot of time left. You better get on, unless you would like to see a huge crocodile nest up ahead."
Norman flipped himself in another direction to face the direction his mattress was going. And using his wet pillow, he tried very hard to steer left to where the boys are. The mattress kept spinning and making him out of focus, but he tried to stand on it anyway. Just as Violet Eye said, it was sinking down, but kept going back up and repeat. The fact that it was sinking plus spinning made Norman sick somewhat. But he jumped up to reach Boa's rope, accidentally going too hard and swinging into the tree Boa was on. And the mattress just floated off with the river to who-knows-where.
"We're saved," Yellow Eye blinked, joining the others to examine Norman. Gray Eye and Azure Eye joined in as well, despite them waving good-bye to him previously. "Ashtem won't kill us because Gold Eye is still alive."
"Okay, since our lives are now secured, we can discuss about who did this," Boa said almost sarcastically, still hanging from the mangrove tree.
Gray Eye sighed out, looking at all of them. "Guys, like I said: Pretty sure it was Silver Eye who did this. I don't know how or why he would do such thing, but this was a really nasty prank."
"We should do the same to him and see if he likes it," Norman glowered, imagining Silver just floating off into nowhere, and possibly death. For some reason, it seems like Silver would actually do such prank. "I'm lucky someone found me out here."
"And it was me," Violet Eye huffed in, eyes full of pride. "Now you should find something to give me in return. You still haven't paid for wanting me to die."
Black Eye looked around. "We should get back. I don't think we went too far into the rainforest, so it should be fine. We can find our way using the river, and we can discuss about who did this later."
"Well," Norman sighed out, stretching, "I can't wait to find out who did this." It was obvious who did it, but Norman just couldn't wait. It would be fun to give some payback, or for Ashtem to do it. Looks like someone didn't learn his lesson.
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