When one of the second generation goldies collapsed again, I decided, you know what, nature can take its course this time. There are three near-identical male goldies in the world right now, and none of them are especially dear to me. I can't keep everyone running on glucose IVs forever. This is where I'm drawing the line.
Well, the nearby creatures almost immediately gathered around and started tickling, and of all things, slapping him backwards until he was flung into the farthest corner of the room, all while he was still unconscious. I have no idea what prompts this behavior in norns but they were all doing it together and it was freaking me out.
I don't really have words for this, so here's the rest of the pictures. I'm not sure if they're terrifying or heartbreaking.
Rest in peace, unnamed goldie.
We now return to our regularly scheduled misery.