THE CERBERUS (paranorman mpreg)

Under the Moon he Cries

Hiding isn't the best thing to do when your in this deep. I'm sorry. But when the person you love is in danger you fight back, fire with fire, just make sure you bring a bigger flame...

-Abreyonna

~Author POV~

*beep beep beep beep beep beep beep be-*

Was all Norman heard as he rolled in his bed til he found the alarm at his bed side. Norman slammed his hand down forcefully until the alarm silenced its self, and he heard a loud cracking sound as the alarm split slightly down the middle...again.

"Thank god..." He sighed as he sat up absent mindedly. 'Why was it so damn loud in the morning!?' He thought as he started to rub the sleep from his eyes.

It was like everyone was purposely trying to upset him so that he would have to rant all day about him being late for wor-.

"Oh. my. gods." Norman suddenly realized, scrambling to throw the sheets off of his tired, lanky body.

He had exactly 15 minutes before he had to leave the house, and 20 before he was considered late.

Norman took another peek at the broken clock at his bed side. 11: 45, the bright numbers taunt. His eyes widen as he rolled off the bed, he'd read the alarm wrong. He was due to work by 12:00pm.

"Damnit, I'm late!!!" He harshly whispered as he hastily grabbed at the clothes on his floor, and threw them into his clothes hamper. Norman had a job working in a cemetery at midnight, he sat In the owners house and, cleaned til dawn.

The owner of the cemetary is named Edward grimshaw, or it was at some point in time. Mr. Grimshaw took pride in his cemetary, but before it came to be known as a cemetary it was a farm.

You see, norman wasn't in any sense of the word 'normal', no matter how much he tried.

The people in the town of blithe hollow were pretty... intense. And they didn't take too kindly to those who were labeled, 'different'.

Norman was one of the few labeled in his town and was even an outcast to the out cast's.

He was an outcast and was proud to claim that he actually enjoyed being alone. The silence was golden and untainted, sure he could hear the snickers and side comments that were thrown his way during the day, but they weren't important.

He had himself and that's all he needed.

He liked the thought of being independent but the only thought that penetrated his mind was that he wouldn't have anyone to fall back on, aside from Corey of course.

And no Corey isn't his friend, cousin and, or brother.

Nope he had, had enough of siblings after his older sister had hit puberty. Corey was his boyfriend.

And for those who don't know what that means, it means there's lots of snogging involved. yeah, he got the word from a one direction interview... but MOSTLY preferred rock.

Normans favorite members were Harry, Louis, and niall. Sure he liked zayn and Liam but not as much as his babies...

If he had to pick any one aside from Corey it would most likely be 95% band member, that pop in his head. "But mostly Niall, his accent was... Perfect~." He swooned to Corey, every chance he got.

He's more of an asking Alexandria, bring me the horizon, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil type of guy. And concitering Corey was a hot shot rock star, he kinda had to be.

But for the moment norman was late and needed to leave. he grabbed his favorite pair of skinnies and a pair of toms as he searched for his one of a kind asking Alexandria shirt, made and signed by his oldest crush, ben Bruce.