A Hard Pill to Swallow (Pt2) (Violence, OC introduction)

Norman would stand up and shoot blood from his right nostril. This blood would congeal on the floor like a slimey black mucus. Norman huffed and puffed until he said, "Snot nosed brat... You want to see a fight?" Norman clenched his paws as he would yell out in pain. Arms that look like his but stretchy and long. These four arms that shot out of his clothes would follow the hooded stranger who basically just kicked his ass.  The arms would sharpen like dull knives in the air that cut quick. One would whizzes past the strangers hear like a bullet.  The other three arms the stranger would knock them to the side with a defensive stance, standing against a wall. The stranger would use quick and short paw strikes would essentially break their initial course. The stranger took the time to rush Norman as Norm would yell out painfully as his arms would close in on each other. Norman's flesh would melt together as the stranger would do a pole vault style jump over a gap in his arms. The stranger would land on his two legs kept moving forward as Norm.  Norman would grit his teeth as his arms were forcefully recalled into his body. This damn kid is good... Too good, like he knows what I'm gonna do. Well, guess we gotta shake it up a bit, shall we? The stranger would sent out a left hook into Norm's face but it sunk into Norm. It latched on and them bloated into a bomb made of blood.  The stranger would be blasted back by this sudden trap, stopping before the wall he was just at. He would get up and wiped the blood off his face. His hood was off and out came his pointed golden ears.  It... He... Looked so familiar. Golden and somewhat poofy fur with slightly tired eyes. That scar... Gods it was evil, like someone split him... Down the middle.  Norman was having a slight panic attack attack. He can feel his breathing getting heavier as his body quivered. There was zero way... I refuse to think...  I'm even dreaming about my brother... As if he was alive. Norman would stare desperately but would run out a back emergency exit.  No! No! No! Get away from me... He though with panic thriving in his body. He would be shivering and crying out as if he was in immediate pain. It was traumatizing... Seeing what he'd imagine to be his brother in the flesh... He was... He was grown. What is wrong with me?! Norman would run and run... Amy... She was gone and now he is seeing his brother again in his mind. Why can't he stop seeing that day? In repeats in his mind every day, the sound of a child's skull shattering across the floor. It was disgusting, vile, sickening. It was swept under the rug like Oddeus was some slab of meat for this very purpose: a stress toy.  Norman would run to the only person who could possibly understand his suffering, Gloom.  Kiwi loved my brother deeply. Gloom was young before the hardening of her heart. She and my brother were best friends, she would play with him often. When he was killed, It sent her over the edge and she was deemed unfit to be part after violently smashing a scientists head into paste. As a teenager, she had murdered 17 scientists over the span of several years until they gave up. In fact, they didn't even kill her... They figured why not send a broken girl into a healthy environment, make it shattered.  Overtime this has grown her into a promiscuous drunk who has unhealthy outlets. However, despite this, she still has a soft spot for my brother. She has memorabilia from him, such as coloring pages he did or toys he made.  Gloom would stare at these memorabilia and held it in her hands.  Her red eyes nearly shimmered in the darkness of her room as she sat nude, quiet, ever staring. Gloom's eyes would widen as she pressed the toy against her stomach and rolled to her side... Tears flowed down her cheeks as she would would quietly shiver to herself. Gloom didn't normally cry but when she did, she found it comforting to pretend he was here again. Then... Boom! Her door would swing up abruptly as Norm would fall to the ground.  He was shivering and crying to himself. Gloom would jump up and scream, covering herself with a blanket. "What's the bi-..." Gloom frowned and gave a sad, sad look... Norman was miserable and even had himself in the fetal position. It was too much to handle and with Amy's death, he's been taking it hard. Gloom would wrap herself in a blanket, her makeup not even on. She would reach down and cling onto him, holding him close.  "Norman... It's alright, honey bear, Gloomies got ya... I-... I...-" Glooms eyes widen as he would see eyes in the darkness behind Norman. She would let go of Norman gently as she slowly stood up and popped her knuckles, the blanket falling off her. "You must be who did this. I'm going to shake a box a nails into your asshole if you don't fuck off."  Gloom would start to approach the eyes and almost standing over the now shaking Norman.  "Kiwi?" A familiar voice spoke from the darkness of the other room. Gloom would stop immediately and widen her eyes. What the fuck. It sounded just like him but older. Gloom would clench her fists and said, "You... You aren't real... A figment of my imagination..." Gloom would move back, nearly dragging Norman across the ground. She would make it to the wall as the eyes got closer and closer till it was fully in view.  The stranger was a handsome sort and fit with golden fur. Sharp ears. Sharp eyes that stare into the soul. He was on the taller side and stood about 6 feet as opposed to Norman's 4 and a half feet tall. He smiled and said, "Hey, I'm home..." He would laugh awkwardly; the stranger scar would be tender and sensitive but vicious to look at. Gloom's eyes widen as she asks who it was, he responded.  "It's me, Oddeus! I'm home guys." He would giggle and wave.  Gloom would have passed out and Norman was stun locked.  What a day. Odd would pat his paws together, "Oh, geez... I knew this would happen."