On a dark desert highway

Blonde at the motel

10:00 PM

What a horrible day. Starting the Morning off fighting with my dad, and now just finishing working a 12 hour shift, only to be hit with the brick of remembering I have nowhere to go!

Scrambling through your purse, you're looking for your wallet. Finally finding it, you open to see you have 143 dollars cash in total.

"What the fuck am I going to do with 143 dollars. That's barely enough for 2 nights at a motel." you think to yourself. Feeling frustrated, you pull all your work belongings together and go outside to hop in your car.

it's a very cold night, you're wishing you had worn a thicker jacket. This sucks.

11:00 PM

After driving around for a while, you decide to stop at a grocery store to buy some cheap food you know wont expire anytime soon. Due to your budget, which is very small considering you need to find a motel to stay at, the food you do end up buying is very unhealthy and not exactly meal worthy. Twinkies, Gum, and a frozen pizza. Better hope the motel has an oven.

12:30 AM

After driving around for a while looking for a place to stay, you're feeling rather helpless. When the hell did motels get so over booked and expensive? You park your car and turn the radio on. Listening to music for a while, you start getting deep into thought. Thinking about how much you miss your mother. How different things were when she was alive. Grieving not only your mother, but the person your father used to be.

1:43 AM

Jesus christ how did I lose track of time?

Starting your car up and turning off the radio, you go back to hunting for a motel.

"Bates Motel.." You read to yourself out loud. It looks very... empty.... And it's on such a dark lonely road. But, they have open vacancy and it seems inexpensive, given the low amount of residents. AKA the fact theres zero cars parked outside.

Heading toward the motel office, you see the sign saying that it is, in fact, open. However, when you try to turn the handle and open the door, you realise it's locked.

Taking a short walk around, you see the house not far into the distance. You also see the top floor light is on, assuming the window belongs to a bedroom, you are just glad that means someone must be awake in there.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, so you make your way up the long concrete stairs toward the house.

Knocking on the door, no response. So you knock again... And again... And again... Until finally...

The door begins to open.

You see the most beautiful older woman, looking about her early fourties, in her light blue robe. She looks very confused and stressed out.

"Can I help you? Do you know what time it is?"

"Hello, my name is Y/N. I'm really sorry to bother you at this time but your motel said it was open, and I'm really in desperate need of a room."

"Huh. Norman must've forgotten to turn the sign off. I'm sorry but we're not open at the moment. Come back in the morning."

"I understand and I'm truly sorry to be a bother, but my dad kicked me out of his house and I really have nowhere to go. This is the only motel I've been able to find thats not completely packed or out of my budget. Could I please get a room. I promise I'll be quick."

The older woman lets out a frustrated but light hearted groan.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 18. Almost 19."

"Gosh you're young. I'm sorry your dad kicked you out. I guess I'll let you check in. Let me just grab my jacket and laptop to log your information. Feel free to come inside the livingroom while you wait."

You walk into the house. It's clear the house is very old, theres a weird energy about it. As if you're being watched, or surrounded by a hostile fog.

Entering the living room, you realise it may be because of all the taxidermy around you. You sit on the sofa and wait.

A few minutes later, you hear footsteps coming toward you.

"Sorry, what was your name again? Follow me."

You get off the sofa and begin following her outside and toward the motel

"My name is Y/N. And yours?"

"Norma. Norma Bates. Not to sound like a weirdo but you're a very pretty girl. You should meet my son Norman! He is very close to your age."

Norma and Norman... that's... interesting name choices.

Norma checks you into your motel room. You put your pizza in the freezer, twinkies on the counter, and off to sleep you go for the night.