Norm's POV:
Porn.
There was fucking porn in the folder.
Why was there porn in the folder?
I had to get this out of here and I had to get home before anyone saw this. Before I could think fast enough, my manager Wallon Deekes walked in to see the porn spread out on my table. Without thinking, in one swift movement, I pushed the porn off the table. OR SO I THOUGHT.
Missing the porn by just miles, I ran my had across Wallon's pants, grazing his peanut butter and covering my hands in the sticky substance.
Crunchy.
His eyes widened and his pupils dilated as he saw his peanut butter hit the ground. The rim hit the floor and rolled around before falling to the side and rolling under the rather large crack in the door.
His mouth hung open, and he looked as if he was about to catch flies.
"Norm! What is the meaning of this?!"
"nnnrrrccchhsssellrbebbrrdedasnkrk"
I was still in shock, I couldn't even form words, everything just came out as gibberish only my corn would understand.
I want to be back on my farm. Ack.
I soon snapped back into reality as I heard a woman gasp rather loudly from the hallway.
Leatrice Bedletter entered the room holding the jar with two fingers and a disgusted look on her face.
"What is this?"
Her voice was laced with disgust and slight fear.
"I can explain!" Wallon extended his hand, almost as he was approaching a disturbed animal. Terror stitched into ever word he said. Her face turned into rage.
She looked at him, and without meaning to, her eyes wondered down to the porn. Her eyes flooded with realization and disbelief.
"Now WHAT, is this?"
I could feel my heart in my throat. My chest suddenly began to feel heavy, and my face heated up and my whole body felt weightless, but at the same time, like it was plummeting towards the center of the Earth at a million miles per hour.
Wallon took advantage of the situation. Regaining his composure.
"Oh, oh yes, that- that is- uh- it's Norm's! I came in to find him looking at that!"
Her gaze shifted to me.
"Is this true?" She sneered at me and squinted angrily.
"N-no! I- it- I didn't know! I thought that it was my work!"
"How could you possibly think that this was your work?"
"N-no! I- I just- I had just opened it!"
DANG IT NORM! I mentally cursed myself out for stammering so much.
"Well then, Norm say this is true, then who could have possibly done this?!"
I can't tell her, she'll never believe me.
You have to tell her, it's the truth even if she doesn't believe you.
Should I?
Could I?
"It- uh... it was um... it was..."
"I'm waiting"
"Lay..."
"Pardon?!"
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A/N:
I have no idea where this story is going because I forgot to farm in all the smaller details but uh... it was stressful... considering I wrote this chapter in the car next to my mom... thanks for reading, and sorry it sucks ass...
(And sorry for the wait *i say to my zero readers*)
