Chapter 1
Let's get one thing straight- Norman's counterpart isn't to be messed with.
Previously lethal and uncanny; elated with others' agony. Now he's just a guy.
Goblin had been scribbling constant nothings about new outfits he'd ordered with the allowance Norman gave him weekly- to Norman's concern, he blew all of his allowance last week online somewhere. He guessed he'd ordered stuff to get his anger out on… probably more plates to throw in the back alley.
Over the last few days, Norman had been working overtime and requested some "time off" from fronting, letting Goblin hoard an enormous amount of trust to be out for more than a day.
Goblin strode around in his room in nothing but a pair of boxers, mumbling hastily to himself as he shifted his furniture this way and that, making room for the long mirror that had been stashed in the corner of his room.
Twenty minutes later ripping through plastic packaging, Goblin's material-hungry mind was satisfied.
He stood in front of the reflective board, gazing up and down at himself in the mesh black fabric, a strip of unclothed skin spanning around his stomach where the bottoms and the tight cropped shirt didn't meet.
Goblin stepped cross-legged towards the body mirror, grinning at the boots he'd anticipated arriving at the house since last week; he couldn't have been happier.
He felt taller, something he never did, especially when that damned octopus came near.
What did Norman see in him, anyways? He was tall and dark and reserved. He revealed nothing but a personality as flat as paper to Goblin, it was unappealing and in Goblin's eyes… rude.
Nothing fueled Norman's counterpart like competition, and now he had it. He finally had something to use to his advantage.
"I better be as tall as that bastard." Goblin huffed, glaring at his figure in the mirror.
His stomach twisted for a cigarette, and thanks to Otto's rich cigar-smoking habits, they had a room in their warehouse specifically for lounging and allowed smoking; the living area.
Goblin let out an "umph" as he leaped onto the couch in his exposing outfit, oblivious to the pure sexuality in his appearance. This, to him, was comfortable and breathable– besides the boots.
He snapped open his lighter and snagged a cheap Marlboro from the coffee table, sucking the smoke inwards for the nicotine high he craved, lounging around on the leather padding like a lazy tiger, unaware of the threat his existence posed in most circumstances.
In Goblin's state here, he was nothing more than a whore in oblivion– it was a state in which his image was far more laughable than his carnivorous counteracting actions.
He threw his right leg over the left and drew in another puff of smoke, staring out at the sky turning gray in between the open windows.
As Goblin's eyes traced the faint outlines of storm clouds far off, the twitching metal noise of a lock turning in the door sounded from the other side of the room.
"Hey, Norm. I'm home, I brought back y-"
Goblin lifted the cigarette between his chopstick fingers and held it in the corner of his mouth, turning his head towards the sound of Otto's voice.
He'd dropped his bag with his mouth agape, standing in front of the door that hung open, unattended to.
"Um, are you just gonna let in the draft? The hell's so interesting?" Goblin questioned.
Otto shook his head and turned to pull the door shut. The lesser dressed of the two invited himself to the floor and strolled towards the taller one.
Taller…
"See? Taller now. You're not that big and scary." Goblin growled, begging for competition.
Otto nearly choked on the thick air between them, covering his mouth in a desperate last attempt to mask the pure shockwave of a body that stood in front of him.
"G…Goblin, you're…"
"What, octopus? Taller? You fuckin' BET I am." He smiled wide, tapping the underside of Otto's chin.
As Goblin turned on his heel, he reeled his head over his shoulder, meeting Otto’s averted gaze.
"Isn't this pretty as well? It's comfortable." Govlin commented, trying to ignore whatever Otto was freaking out about.
"Yeah, that- yes, that's interesting." Otto stammered from behind, making horrible efforts to pick up the grocery bags without tearing his eyes away from Goblin.
Norman's counterpart made his way back to the window, hoisting himself up onto the edge to look out at the city.
"Um, Goblin, not to badger, b-but…"
"What?"
Goblin twisted his torso back enough to see Otto standing behind him now, fumbling with his hands.
"Why… that." Otto gave a panning motion over Goblin's body, earning a set of furrowed brows in return.
"What? It's comfortable. I like how it looks, I don't have to wear four layers like that business-addict does."
"Well, yes, that's– that's fine, but…"
"What, Otto?"
"It's uh…"
"Yes…?"
"I… I don't think Norman would approve." Otto gulped.
"Okay…? I'm not Norman right now, and he's on break for a bit."
"On… break?"
"Yeah. He's soooo exhausted from work, so I'll be here to annoy you for a few days. Get used to it." Goblin sighed.
Otto's face grew red, his mind panicking for a way out of this awkward situation. Did Goblin seriously not understand he was wearing a women's outfit? That was lingerie, for God's sake!
[Cue the conclusion of this crackpost]