Ghosts Shouldn't Be This Annoying

The Chapter Where More Stuff Happens

16. The Chapter Where More Stuff Happens

I'm sorry this was so late you guys D: I have no excuses. None. Well, except maybe school. Okay, well, enjoy this chapter, and I once again apologize for the chapter title. I am a lazy baby. Enjoy! (:

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Your name is Sollux Captor and you’re feeling pretty bad, which might be an understatement. You maybe overreacted and maybe punched Eridan in the face and then maybe left him on your bed unconscious. Maybe.

So after speaking with people who didn’t seem as upset about it as you, you go back to your room to look for Eridan.

Not that you need to look for him- he’s in the same exact place you left him, on the bed, knocked out cold. On one hand, you feel really bad for knocking him out. On the other, you didn’t even know ghosts could be knocked out.

He isn’t stirring from where he is, so you pick him up and move him onto his back, then put the covers over him. Time to play doctor. And no, not in a sexual way.

You’re sure there’s a first aid kit SOMEWHERE in this stupid bathroom… oh, here it is. Okay. You go back to Eridan and sit down next to him, glaring down. How dare he lie there, unconscious. How dare he.

Anyway, you check to see where you hit him- oh shit, that’s a nasty bruise. How does this even work?? He’s a ghost?? He shouldn’t be bruising or knocked out or anything?? Ugh, whatever.

You grab a cloth and put it on his forehead, because you’ve seen people do that in movies and that looks good. You wonder when he’ll wake up. Will he wake up? Oh my god, what if you killed a ghost? You’d die. Mr. Ampora would kill you, probably, and then kill your ghost. Probably.

Wait, time to stop worrying, he just twitched, he should be okay. Now what do you do? Do you just… wait here until he wakes up? You can go somewhere else, but maybe he won’t wake up for hours.

You think you’ll wait for him.

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Your name is Simon Captor and your head hurts. Well, that’s an understatement. You feel like you got knocked out with an aluminum baseball bat. Which you probably did, actually.

Where are you?

Well, you don’t have a blindfold on, even though you have a gag in, so you can look around you. The room is dark, the walls are stone, and you can’t see any furniture. You’re tied to a chair, and your hands are tied behind it… wait, there’s something against your hands. Is that another pair of hands? Shit, is there a dead body behind you?

Upon further analysis, you figure out that your hands and this stranger’s hands are tied together by the wrists, but this stranger is… alive? You think? The person’s hands seem to be moving around, as if trying to get free, but they’re cold. Like, ice cold. Alright alright alright alright.

You try speaking, but you have a gag in your mouth, so that’s a moot point. Noot noot.

What is with all these memes in your head? You should get that checked.

Anyway, you hear muffled noises from behind you, and assume that it is the other person attempting to communicate. You try to keep your hands away from the other person’s, because seriously, it’s not that cold in here.

Suddenly, an old man appears in front of you. And when you say old, you mean he makes Dumbledore look young. He’s also smirking at you, which is kind of creepy.

“Hello there,” he says, and you scowl because you can’t reply, you have a gag in your mouth, what was he expecting out of this? “Oh right, I forgot- you can’t talk,” he smirks. What a dickhole. You can angrily grumble through your gag, though.