Chapter 1: Normal is anything but
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine…. believe me, if any of this was mine, things would be WAY different!
A/N: This is weird, I decided to try a Normal fic. This could be easier than other stuff I've written, but way crazier. The whole thing's in Normal POV, and some of it deals with his past. How's Max involved in all this?
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These slackers really don't know me as well as they think they do. To them, I'm just the anal, control-freak boss. If they knew the real me, it would scare them to death.
God, what's wrong with Max now? She looks sick. But I can't get too soft. "Bip bip bip, missy! These packages aren't delivering themselves!"
"Normal, I'm takin' a break."
"Just what f- Max?" Before I could finish my sentence, she was on the ground. I may be cold, but I know when something's wrong. And this definitely looks like some sort of seizure. Is she epileptic?
"Normal…pills…b-backpack."
I grabbed the white bottle from her bag and bent down next to her. There weren't many people there to witness my slip into kindness, but the few that were there stared. "Get to work! Nothing for you losers to see here! Move!" I glanced at the label on the bottle. Tryptophan…where have I heard that before? "You a druggie, little miss?"
"N-no. Seizures…sera-seratonin."
"As long as it's a medical condition." I sighed. When she said seratonin, something clicked. The reason I know Tryptophan is because I've used it before. It was a part of the reason I'm here. It all started with a lab called Manticore.
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A/N: I know this was ridiculously short, but it's just an intro. What happens next? Voice your opinions through REVIEWS!!!! If I get 5 reviews, I'll post the next part.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine…. believe me, if any of this was mine, things would be WAY different!
A/N: This is weird, I decided to try a Normal fic. This could be easier than other stuff I've written, but way crazier. The whole thing's in Normal POV, and some of it deals with his past. How's Max involved in all this?
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These slackers really don't know me as well as they think they do. To them, I'm just the anal, control-freak boss. If they knew the real me, it would scare them to death.
God, what's wrong with Max now? She looks sick. But I can't get too soft. "Bip bip bip, missy! These packages aren't delivering themselves!"
"Normal, I'm takin' a break."
"Just what f- Max?" Before I could finish my sentence, she was on the ground. I may be cold, but I know when something's wrong. And this definitely looks like some sort of seizure. Is she epileptic?
"Normal…pills…b-backpack."
I grabbed the white bottle from her bag and bent down next to her. There weren't many people there to witness my slip into kindness, but the few that were there stared. "Get to work! Nothing for you losers to see here! Move!" I glanced at the label on the bottle. Tryptophan…where have I heard that before? "You a druggie, little miss?"
"N-no. Seizures…sera-seratonin."
"As long as it's a medical condition." I sighed. When she said seratonin, something clicked. The reason I know Tryptophan is because I've used it before. It was a part of the reason I'm here. It all started with a lab called Manticore.
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A/N: I know this was ridiculously short, but it's just an intro. What happens next? Voice your opinions through REVIEWS!!!! If I get 5 reviews, I'll post the next part.