Disclaimer: I don't own The Paranorman. I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.
(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)
(The OC is named Amelie Kennedy. She belongs to me.)
(Hope you enjoy.)
Amelie had to give Norman credit.
He didn't throw up nor did he reject the advances of the shadow demon. Even as if crawled, slashed, clawsed, pushed, shoved, and made him piss himself-
(Amelie laughed that day-)
The boy is weak.
Veil's voice sneaked into her mind. Probably used Amelie's lack of focus to snake its thoughts. She rolled her eyes and adjusted Veil's hand.
She wasn't comfortable.
He's a starter. Remember me?
Your a vessel. Not a seeker. He doesn't see what we see. The bad side where I can. Hell itself. It's not a pretty place. And you won't be there.
Answer the question.
You were a fast learner.
Aw, thanks~
Veil grunted grumpily. Whenever he did that, it meant he backed down. Amelie loved teasing the shadow spirit knowing he wouldn't lay a hand.
Unlike your father.
Amelie frowned. Memories of past nights ending either in the bed or the dark place flooded the base of her vision. She hated these things.
Don't remind me.
Veil obeyed the command. Regretting the words the moment they left his mind connecting to hers. She never wanted anyone to meet the abusive ass.
For some reason, she didn't call the police. Probably because he was the only family she'd ever had. If there's anyone else, her dad purposely chose not to tell she'd leave like her dead mother eleven years ago.
"Your doing good." She assured Norman. "Let it in. Let him in. Become one with the ghost."
"H-how?" He shuddered, shivering at coolness change in temperature. "It..it wants to take control of my body. It want me to leave."
"Yes!" Amelie cheered, hands clapping. "It wants to bond! Veil's a friend. A good demon. There are good and bad. Trust me, bonding is amazing."
Norman took into consideration those words. The way Amelie's tone changed so suddenly suggested a possible of the same spirit, yet...
Her eyes said so much. Windows to the soul reflecting genuine emotion. Happiness, trust...all the feelings necessary in a friend doing a good deed.
Trust me, little one.
Norman let himself sink. Into the darkness and it swallowing him whole as they bonded to become one. The ghost's abilities mixing Norman's personality creating an entity combing both.
A possessor.
Norman's eyelids opened and he smirked. Veil surrounded Amelie in shadow by the look in Norman's eyes. She started doubting-
"Hey, Amelie."
Norman waved kindly. His eyes red, but his true personality maintained. Still, a question was needed to be asked. And she did ask, albeit nervously.
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Born Unique. (Paranorman Shortfic.)
FanfictionAmelie's a person who don't have it good. Her whole is a big mess and she's depressed as shit. A father barely loves her and only lives to be used and used abused. Then there's a catastrophe where she needs to track fine the seeker! Oh, this is gonn...
