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After the witch's curse incident Norman's life got increasingly worse. The seeds of fear grew in the small town of Blithe Hollow. As if he thought everyone hated him before well now they outright feared him, everyone avoided him at all costs even his "friends" grew more and more distant. This kind of isolation was very demoralising. His time at school was literal torture because of the all horrble bullying he endure day in day out, in highschool it was on a whole other level, even if Norman was a freshman, he still got more shoves and names then anyone else a long with black eyes, fat lips, a broken wrist usually from one-sided fights.
Norman was so tried of it, so sick of it he couldn't deal with it anymore, he was at his wits end, he need to escape just get away from it all, he had very little support from his family, Courtney had moved away for college. Sandra had gotten a full time, very demanding job and simply had very little time or energy to help Norman, his bigoted and homophobic farther Perry on the other hand made it worse for the closeted fourteen year old suffering abuse from him. On one occasion he tried to kill himself in secret but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
So Norman decided to sells his movie collection and his zombie memorabilia on EBay and he pwans off anything else of value he owns and gathers his small life's savings and runs away in the middle of the night. Norman leaves a short note on his bed before he sneaks out.
The note reads: Good bye I'm sicken tired of living in this town I'm going as far away as possible, you won't have to deal with your embarrassment of a queer son anymore.
He rides his red bike to the nearest bus stop. He plans on heading west to get as far away as possible from this awful town he once called home and to also distance himself from his abusive dad. He puts his bike on the rack and boards the bus. He solemnly looks out the window as he see and passes the welcome to Blithe Hollow Massachusetts sign. He sighs a heavy sigh filled with mixed emotions relief, apprehension, nervousness, uncertainty. All the while knowing the path before him was dark and unforeseeable. There is no turning back for him now. Norman tries to rest laying his head on his book bag that now contains all of his worldly possessions.
With his grandmother by his side the whole time, he hops from bus to bus, town to town, city to city. Buying cheap food at convenient stores often biking from one location to another. Washing himself up at dirty truck stop bathrooms, buying cheap cologne to mask the smell of B.O. from the lack of showers. His well used clothes become worn and tattered. With his resources dwindling namely cash money, he still has one more state to go before reaching Oregon on his cross country trek.
Norman is resting on a park bench killing some time before his bus comes when suddenly there's a gun in his face.
"Give me your wallet NOW!" The robber commands.
"Please don't shoot... here." Norman calmly says as he hands over his wallet he's learned to keep clam in very tense situations.
The robber runs off.
"I'm so sorry Norman I should have done something." Grandma Babcock said apologetically and worriedly.
"There isn't anything you could have done it's not your fault at least the bus ticket is already paid for." Norman says looking on the bright side.
Now in Idaho he is on the final leg of his journey he just needs a little bit more money and then he can settle down somewhere in Oregon but he's flat broke since he's been robbed. He's been sleeping under an overpass for a couple days. So when an older white man with a full head of grey hair and square chin in about mid sixties comes to him and offers him a hundred dollars to blow him in the back of his car, broke and hungry he could not refuse.
"Hey kid you wanna make a hundred bucks? All you got to do is blow me." The stranger asks and says.
"Grandma please come back in like an hour I don't want you to see this." Norman whispers.
Norman proceeds to do what must be done he follows the older man to his car. They get in the back Norman hesitantly unbuckles the man's belt and pulls down his zipper freeing the man's already leaking appendage he begins to bob his head up and down just like when he was experimenting with Neil. The man's hands roughly forces Norman's head down on his member as it spurts into his mouth, the older man growls a gutteral moan.
"Good boy now here's five twenties." The man says and then the man speeds off. Before his grandma gets back he finds a secluded spot along the highway to take care of an issue in his pants he got from the arousing situation. He hastily jerks off onto the ground. "You done?" grandma asks. "Yea" Norman says as he tucks himself away.
Finally he makes it to Oregon he is as far way as possible at least metaphorically speaking being on the other side of the country. With the little bit of money he has left he buys a cheap tent, food and a couple other supplies and pitches his tent in the woods near a cemetery in the small quaint town of gravity falls.
Norman begins to do some freelance medium work usually approaching people in said cemetery there tips for his services helped support him. He didn't count on the word of his work to spread and become popular he had more or less taken up shop at the cemetery figuratively speaking.