Karma

Part 11

Good traveled to a bus stop where he checked the route. Their seventh stop is the city next to where Skeppy lives, he could ride until that stop and walk the rest of the way. This almost seemed to perfect for him, everything was working well. Maybe he should do this again. Plus, he'll never get caught. He's a ghost, they don't even know he exists. Or, something like a ghost.

The bus pulled up to the stop, where Good made his way on. He stood there, not really holding onto anything or doing anything. He didn't need to. Safety isn't a problem when you're dead. What could happen? He can't die again, he can't even feel any pain. Well, no new pain. He still get horrible headaches from where he shot himself. But still, he can't feel new pain. 

Good traveled on the bus, counting it's stops until it would be his turn. Stop one, two, three, four, five, six... come on, just one more. He's so full. Everything seemed to slow down after the sixth stop, why can't he just be there already?! Good was so excited to meet Skeppy. Well, Skeppy wouldn't know. Maybe he can find a way to reveal himself to Skeppy. He only wants to show him after Bad dies though, it would be such a perfect and satisfying entrance.

Then, the bus rolled to a stop. Seven. It's time, he's so close. He just needs to walk there now. Good went and exited the bus, there he looked at the map. He looked down at his paper with Skeppy's address, street, and town, then up at the map. Once he gets to the city he'll only have to walk for about twenty more minutes until he reaches Skeppy's house.

This was the greatest day of his life! Good then left and began walking, he didn't want to waste another second. Good passed as people walked or drove down the street. He saw couples with shopping bags walking together, he heard children crying from rolled down car windows and other families walking down the street with treats as children just talked. Some people who were alone just kept their heads down and headphones on. Good kept going though, he was far to excited to reach his destination. 

Then, a big sign at the end of a street that led onto another. Welcome to _________.

He made it to the next town. Good ran down the streets, filled with excitement, he was so close now! Once he was on the same street as Skeppy lived he then began looking for some phone booth or a phone he could use. Then, Good saw two teenagers sitting on a bench together. Their phones were sitting next to them, open and ready to steal. Good slowly approached and slid one of their phones into his hand. Then he took off a little closer to Skeppy's house so he get in closer. 

"911, what's your emergency?"

"*****, ****** street, body."

"W-" 

Good quickly hung up and set the phone on the ground, he couldn't care less what happened to it. It didn't affect him, so why care? Good then ran to Skeppy's house and went inside. Skeppy was sitting on the couch, most likely waiting for Bad. Heh. Good watched Skeppy fiddle, he would look at his nails, then pace a bit, then sit back down. Soon he turned on the television, the suspense of meeting his bestfriend for the first time killing him.

Skeppy flicked through channels, Good just hoped he would go to the news. Worried that this might mess with his plan Good decided to take action.

"Go to the news." Good whispered so quiet that he hoped Skeppy would fall for it. Skeppy looked around for a moment before switching to the news. First, it was just some people talking about some lost pets. Skeppy still watched though, his eyes painted with confusion, determination, and curiosity. After a little while the person speaking stopped, it seemed like someone was talking to him. 

AUTHOR

Oh no! What if 911 just assumed this was a prank?! What if they listened and went to Bad's house?! What if the news isn't gonna even speak about Bad?! We'll just have to wait to find out!