The Aftermath

15. Thoughts

(POV: Rob)

Robert? I kept questioning myself. Memories flashed through my mind. Why was the name so familiar? When the ghost first mentioned that name, I knew something was up. Of course, being the brilliant mind that I am, I know that it is the longer edition of my own name, Rob. No doubt did I have about that. But, it was as if there was another meaning to that name. The way she said it; I did not tell her my name.

It's not a surprise to say that we lost. We were, after all, outnumbered. The greenie, who seemed to take charge on an attack against the two of us, had managed to render me unconscious. Whilst you may question our abilities to sleep or go unconscious, you must understand that interactions between ghosts are much similar to interactions between humans. Whilst a human could not make me go unconscious, another ghost could, in theory. And, I suppose, that theory was confirmed.

As for Plug, he explained to me that, whilst he managed to stun one of the garbage can ghosts with his electrical capabilities, he was hit on the head by the other.

How did we fail? Simple: we had lost hope. Grunt was gone. Since this loss, our performance was a lot lower than perhaps it would've been otherwise. It certainly was the case.

It certainly did not go to plan. We were now low on Dark Moon fragments, only three in total remaining within me. Not only that, but we now had even less reason to believe in the future. We tried to help and we get this in return!?

I lay down upon the grass on the surface of Evershade Valley. Unsurprisingly, the individual grass moved away from where I lay to leave me in a patch of dirt. An abundance of space lay for ghosts. Possessing grass, though? I wouldn't have been surprised if the dimension collapsed right then due to the sheer volume of ghosts that roamed the world now. No Dark Moon could save us from that now.

All these thoughts about death and disaster flooded my mind and I hardly (though completely, of course) noticed that Plug returned to my side after participating what he described as a 'walk' which I tried to point out wouldn't involve any walking.

"Hey." He simply said, moving closer towards me. I nodded, not making complete contact as to not disturb my thoughts.

"Had you met before?" He asked me slowly in a soft and kind voice. Ah yes, I thought to myself, the ghost which called me by name.

"No," I replied in an uninterested voice.

Raising an eyebrow, Plug queried, "Then how did she know your name?" It was, as I've mentioned, a question I was still pondering over. I didn't answer because I didn't know how to. Shortly after, Plug asked in the same soft voice, "Why didn't you mention she was... different?" I elevated myself upright. Why was he asking so many questions? Why was he judging me!? My emotions gripped me by the throat and I knew my frustration was about to unleash havoc.

"I didn't notice, okay!!" I shouted back, defensively.

"Sorry, I-" Plug quickly added in, but I didn't have time to listen, so I stormed off in a direction. It's not my fault, I wanted to shout. I- I-