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A. [rumblr]

[Here is a photograph of a white bedsheet on a stick. A happy face is drawn on the sheet in marker.]

FOUND!!!!

A GHOST

cOME tALK TO hONEY IF YOU LOST A GHOST


B. [action]

[In a small little corner of some parking lot somewhere, there is a sheet on a stick, which has been stood up on a cardboard box. A teenage girl is strolling all around it, talking to... it?]

But why do you keep saying that your heart hurts, Ghostman? Where is your heart? D-do you even have a ribcage?!

[She lifts up the sheet. Wow, lewd.]

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B!

[flickerwing]

[Normally Flick would never notice people wandering around in parking lots, but the constant circling around is something that gets her attention. Once she gets closer, though -

- is that a sheet on a stick? With a smiley face?]

...what are you doing...?

[redfleurette]

Ghosty says his heart hurts, but I don't see a heart!

[She emerges from the sheet.] Hey hey, do you know a ghost doctor?

[flickerwing]

[What.]

Can't say I have, sorry!

[But maybe she'll play along. She smiles over at the ghost.]

Maybe Ghosty's in love?

[redfleurette]

I don't know! Are you in love, Ghosty? Ghosty?

[She taps it on the head.]

Don't be shy! This is just, um...

[She turns to Flick.] What's your name?

[flickerwing]

[She's starting to wonder if she should have said anything, but - ]

Felicity Ellis! You can call me Flick. It's nice to meet both of you!

[ - weirdness or not, making friends was always a good thing.]

[redfleurette]

I'm Honey! This is Ghosty! Ghosty, this is Flick!

[... Still nothing.] Ghosty, don't be rude.

[She crosses her arms, miffed, and turns back to Flick.] Do you know another Ghosty, Flick?

[flickerwing]

[Oookay, definitely still weird. But nice, in a way, she supposes. She laughs, rubbing the back of her neck.]

Can't say I have? Where'd this Ghosty come from, anyways?

[redfleurette]

But how'd you know he has heartbreak?

I just met him, so I haven't asked where he's from yet! But he stopped talking to me... Oh, but his spine says "Wispwood Industries"!

[flickerwing]

[Her smile's starting to look just a teensy bit strained.]

I just kinda guessed! I mean, if nothing's wrong with him physically and his heart hurts, having a broken heart would make sense, you know?

[She quirks an eyebrow at the mention of the spine.]

Never heard of it. I wonder if that's where Ghosty's other friends are?

[...maybe she should stop playing along though.]

[redfleurette]

Hmm... I don't know about the physically part. I can't find his heart at all! But maybe he really is lonely! Maybe he has to look over something.

[She examines the parking lot, but there doesn't seem to be anything menacing out there.]

Or... maybe not! [Ahahahahaha....]

By the way... Wispwood went bankrupt a few years ago.

[flickerwing]

[Headtilt.]

So you've heard of them? What's Wispwood anyways?

[They're probably not that important considering Ghosty's a popsicle stick, but...]

[redfleurette]

Just a company! They made sticks, but they were brainwashing sticks. But only if you touched them.

I wonder if that's why Ghosty's so sad. Is he saying anything to you, Flick?

[flickerwing]

[She's reaching out to touch it so she can see the Wispwood logo a little better - and her fingers brush against it right when Honey says they're brainwashing sticks.

Her eyes go wide, and she doesn't hear the question, mind fixated on the brainwashing thing. Was...was it safe to pull her hand away or...?]

[redfleurette]

Flick? [She waves her hand in front of Flick's face.]

Flick, are you okay?

B

[redscared]

[Since he had landed on Pekopon (or Earth, for you puny Pekoponians), Giroro had been secretly exploring and observing this new planet's territory invisibly with the aid of his Anti-barrier, learning about the people of this planet- the people he was to conquer. Suffice to say, so far, he hadn't been all that impressed! So low-tech and helpless...]

[...Until he comes upon this terrifying creature! Fluttering in the wind, with that horrible smile... Giroro knew what it was instantly and froze, knees knocking as he reached for an energy gun on instinct.] G-g-g-g....

Ghosts!

[...If Honey's little friend suddenly blows up in a hail of plasma bullets out of nowhere, you can't blame the guy. He's terrified!]

[redfleurette]

Nooooooooooooooo——!

But he was my friend...! [RIP Ghosty, the most valiant stick-on-a-sheet that ever graced the corner of a parking lot.]

Why??

[redscared]

[Well jeez, now you're making him feel bad. Giroro, now assured that the terrifying stick-sheet ghost will no longer be a threat, stops at her cries and has a moment of guilty crisis. Darnit, he's a soldier! An invader! He can't be weak to any old enemy's crocodile tears...]

[After a few moments, an invisible force seems to be feebly tugging at the little bits of remaining sheet and splintered wood, trying to reassemble Ghosty (if there's even enough of him left to assemble)]

[redfleurette]

[She stops her crying to get a better look at the movement.] Ghosty? Are you putting yourself back together? Did your heart explode?

[redscared]

Uh--

[Giroro, in the throes of guilt, reluctantly pauses before turning off his anti-barrier's ability to block his voice, clearing his throat and then doing his best (worst) high-voiced 'friendly ghost' impression:]

Don't worry about me! I was just-- uh --doing ballistics training!!

[Giroro, that is not a normal thing that anyone does. Even ghosts.]

[redfleurette]

[Ghosty's alive!!! Er, wait. Not-alive?]

You didn't sound like that before, Ghosty... Did your vocal cords get damaged?

[redscared]

[Crap--!]

Uh... y-yes! In the explosion, I was injured, but I've made a miraculous and heroic recovery!

[But ghosts don't have-- they can't-- you know what, nevermind.]

[redfleurette]

Hmmmm?

[She leans over and peers reaa—lly close.]

You didn't sound so uncertain before, Ghosty.

[redscared]

Ngk-- What do you mean, I'm certain! One hundred percent certain! There's not a speck of doubt in my heart!

[Wait, what is he certain of?]