"Fuck! Fuck! Stay away from me! What are you? Fuck! Fuck!"
Norm sat up, sweating, his throat raw from shrieking, his body wet with cold sweat. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, making his bangles jingle as they quivered.
So much for good luck charms, he thought bitterly, sliding them off. The voice in his head seemed to echo the state of his hands. They didn't do shit.
With a sigh, he dropped them on the floor with a ching!, and flopped down on the bed. Momentarily, he cursed his thick black hair. It never helped the night sweats go away. It just made them worse.
But it's just so sexy, he decided, rolling over on his side and curling up. Tentacles. Or vines, whatever they were. He liked to think that it was vines, because less people were into vine porn than tentacle porn. Did vine porn even exist? Probably. People were into weird shit, so there had to be at least one out there. But there were thorns, weren't there? Vines. It had to be vines.
Vines, in the darkness, creeping up and grabbing him. Choking him. Killing him. Well, that was new. He'd never really had a nightmare like that before. Or had he? It was really bad, so maybe he had shut it out... and, after fifty thousand years, wouldn't your subconcious run out of shit to come up with?
With a groan, he closed his eyes and attempted to get back to sleep. Hopefully, this time without the vines. A shiver ran down his spine. He could just feel them now, crawling on him, entrapping him, stealing the air from his lungs...
And that was when something grabbed him from behind.
Norm promptly freaked the fuck out, screaming even though his throat was sore, blasting at the vine with every aggressive spell he could think of, only stopping when he heard Crocker cry out in pain.
Oh, fuck no, you're not taking him away from me too!
He turned around and cringed when he saw no vines, just Crocker, rubbing his shoulder, bleeding from where Norm had attacked him.
...Well, fuck.
"C- Crockpot..." He bit his lip sympathetically, taking Crocker's arm and healing it. "Sorry, man, just... fuck, that was a bad time to grab me. Because the nightmare included being grabbed and choked..." Inspecting his master's skin, and floating back when it seemed fully healed, he let out a big sigh. "Hope I didn't hurt ya too much."
He rubbed his arm and looked surprised when he found that it didn't hurt at all. "No, it's okay, Norm." Pushing up his glasses, he approached the Genie. "...Is it okay if I touch you now?"
"Yeah, now that I know you aren't a vine..." He ran his hand through his hair and made a tiny noise of exasperation. "Just... fuck, man, you scared me so much..."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He took the Genie into his arms briefly, before he was pushed off. After offering a few words of comfort (which, contrary to his belief, actually helped a lot), he left.
On the other side of town, Timmy Turner raced into his room, claiming that Crocker was torturing people.