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Marx Doesn't Like Ghosts

Marx's POV

It had officially been a week.
A long, yet enjoyable enough week.

He'd convinced Jevil to bring food to his room each night, which was great. And in return, he helped with Jevil's weird training raccoons to fight obsession.
Which was also great, although they weren't getting anywhere with that.
He had all he could eat, and could have all the fun he wanted.
This world was strange and different, sure, but it wasn't that bad.

There was just one small thing that bothered him.

The nights he hadn't gone outside with Jevil, (although that had only been three) he'd been seeing... Something in his room.

It wasn't a coat on a chair, he didn't even have a chair in his room, nor did he own a coat. The "something" yelled at him. Called him boring. It even threw things at him.
He didn't like it.
He'd explained it to Dimentio, but the eldest jester hadn't cared. Said it was just his imagination.
Sure, yes, the broken coathangers getting thrown were his imagination.
He didn't know much about Spamton or Ralsei yet, so he decided to try telling Jevil, to see if he'd help him out.
He didn't want to ask for help... But at the same time he didn't want the something in his room. So maybe Jevil would do something about it.
Marx found Jevil outside, looking up at the cloud-covered sky. When Marx approached, the devil turned and grinned at him. "Methinks it's gonna rain, rain!" He said cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah, that's cool Jevil, so do you believe in ghosts?"

Jevil gave him a puzzled look. "No...?"

"Why do you not believe that ghosts are real?"
"Never seen, seen one." Jevil said in a matter-of-fact tone, as though him not seeing one definitely meant they weren't real.
Marx just stared up at them. "Okay, but there's a lot of things you can't see."
"What can't I see, see?" Jevil casually took out what seemed to be a notebook, just looking towards the forest across the road.
"You can't see gravity. That's real." Marx said, mimicking his matter-of-fact tone.
Jevil turned back to him with an amused expression. "Yeah, I can drop an apple."
"Fuck." Marx just swore quietly.

"You just got bested in an argument by a devil clown, baby." Jevil said smugly, looking down to sketching something on the notebook.

"Whatever, well played.." He muttered.

"Why are you asking about ghosts, ghosts anyways?"

"There's- something in my room at night.." Marx dropped his voice.

"Awwwh, baby gonna cry? Boo hoo hoo, uee hee hee...!" Jevil turned back to him, trailing off at his dead serious expression. "...Okay if it actually matters, matters to ya, pal, we can camp out in your room and yell at whatever's in there tonight."

Marx just jumped over to Jevil, leaning into his side since it was he closest he could get to hugging someone without hands. "Thank you.." He just mumbled.
Jevil, looking startled, just replied with. "Whatever, whatever..."

That night...

Jevil had come to his room about an hour before the usual time they went to sleep.
They'd then proceeded to make a pillow fort, the end of Marx's bed keeping it up.
Dimentio had looked irritated at them taking the couch cushions for it, but he hadn't questioned them.
"What time, time does the something usually appear?" Jevil asked, curled in the pillow fort beside Marx in a rather cat-like way. "Not far from this time.." Marx whispered back.
"Better be soon, soon, I feel like I'm gonna pass out." Jevil mumbled.
"You sound like it as well." Marx huffed. Suddenly, he heard a bang in the corner of the room. Jevil's ears perked up.
"Shshush!"

"Meheheheh..." A strange voice snickered. Suddenly, there was a loud thump as the bookshelf in the corner of the room was knocked over.
"Not here again? BORING!" The voice yelled, just quiet enough that it wouldn't be heard outside the room. The being went silent, noticing the pillow fort just as Jevil shot out of it, tackling the newcomer to the floor. Marx rushed for the light switch, jumping to flick it with his foot.

The newcomer made a hissing noise as the light came on.
They were a bright orangish colour, with a black hood and a white "X" across their stomach, along with white hooves in place of feet.
They had bat wings, a tail, horns...

"YOU'RE A DEVIL, LIKE ME!" Jevil exclaimed loudly.
"What the fuck..." Marx just stared at them, a mask of confusion upon his face. He sniffed. "You smell like a cookie-"
"I am a cookie!" The new devil snapped at them. "The name's Devil Cookie!"

"You bring shame upon the word devil.. And the word cookie." Jevil sighed, getting off them.
"Just a kid, methinks, Marxy, nothing to worry over, just as I thought."

"...Thanks Jevil- Now why have you been in my room?!" He snapped at Devil Cookie as they stood up.
"I was bored, duh! And you seem more fun then anyone else around here!"
"..I actually didn't realise there were other beings, beings in this place-" Jevil looked dumbfounded.

"There's HUNDREDS!" Devil Cookie laughed. "You should see the marketplace!"

"MARKETPLACE?" Jevil and Marx shouted in unison.

"Yeah! Know what, you two seem less dumb then everyone else. I'll take you tomorrow! See you!"
Without giving them a chance to say anything, Devil Cookie vanished in a puff of smoke.

They stood in silence for a moment.

"..So that happened, happened, did it not?" Jevil turned to Marx.

"Yep.."

"Are we actually joining, joining them?"

"Y e s."

"Okay then- It's a date, hee hee!"

"Actually, or?"

"No."

Later...

Marx came up to Dimentio in the living room while he was reading.
"I'm proud to say I've gotten over my fear of ghosts!"
Dimentio looked up at him. "Eyy, that's the spirit!"

Marx gasped. "WhErE??"

...Dimentio just facepalmed.