alive, phantom, and a dead man

the start of all

!underage drinking!

He hadn't been paying attention for the past five minutes, the trees flying by and the lights in some of the houses didn't help with the tipsy feeling Quackity had. He was the only underage one in the car but he wasn't the only drunk one. The driver, a 22-year-old nephew of his long-time best friend had maybe a little too much alcohol in his blood to be driving, but Quackity didn't care, he just wanted to get home fast. His best friend and he lived a town over but a lot of family members moved here, the old charm of this town or some shit like that, Oppidum town was found back when the plague was still a problem, and a question his drunken mind asked was; ' wich dumbass calls their town, Town in Latin?" The drunk thoughts and the trees flying by put Quackity in a hypnotic state, slowly falling asleep to the slight zooming of the car.

"James-"

"James wake up-," said the girl sitting in the back seat, Quackity's thoughts too drowsy to make up what was happening "James- WAKE THE FUCK UP-" What was her name anyway? Something white and generic but- "NO JAMES!" That was the last thing Quackity heard clearly, the rest was muffled crying and his scream, and then the pain. The soft headache he already had was pounding in his head and he could feel his body shake and his head knock against the car door, and then... nothing all went black.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"there's been a car accident outside of the rabbit's hole shop"

"Okay sir, is there anyone stuck inside the car"

"Yea- and they aren't moving- I think... I think they're dead"

"Okay- the ambulance is nearing the block can you see it?"

"yeah-"

"Okay sir, I'm going to hang up, whatever you do, don't interfere with the car"

"I won't"

and then the line died out, the stranger stood there looking as the ambulance called for backup from the fire department, then a fire department worker neared him "hello sir, the police is on its way, while they're gone I need to take a witness testimony if you're okay with that" the lady said as the brunette nodded "Can I first have your name and date of birth?" The brunette stopped but then shrugged "my name's Karl Jacobs, my birthday is July 19th and my year of birth... 1895" the lady looked at him for a good second before realizing "oooh- you're the dead guy... okay my apologies" Karl couldn't help to giggle softly, of course, there wasn't much fun about the situation but he tried to at least lighten up the mood "were where you at the time of the accident?" The lady asked as Karl started to explain "well, I'm very behind on paperwork and decided that today since it's a Saturday it's best to do it, my store isn't open on Sundays you know, I was about to pack up when I heard a loud crash outside and when I came to check I saw this car laying in shambles".

The woman nodded "And did you hear any crying or yelling from the car?" Karl shook his head "that was what made me concerned" the woman nodded "thank you for your time Karl we will keep you updated on what happened" the woman said walking off before Karl could thank her for her help, then something caught his eye, rather someone, a short raveonette looking confused at the car wreck, Karl didn't know who, or what he was but he did get some... beyond the living vibe from him, so he looked around and with the unexplained phantom magic he was granted he turned invisible to the human eye and walked over to the figure "Is something wrong?" He asked as the raveonette snapped his head looking straight at him, a trail of blood running from his nose "I mean yeah- I just got out of a car crash and no one is helping me-" he said like it was the most normal thing to say.

Karl sighed, so it was one of these ghost cases "I'm sorry to break it to you but-... your not alive anymore-" he said looking at the unidentified male, "What-? How am I talking to you then?" Karl smiled and simply said; "because I'm dead-"  the raveonette looked at the brunette shocked... "No- I can't be- I-" He looked at the car crash and watched in horror as his body was pulled from the wreck... "They'll try doing heart compressions but... you've passed on to the ghost world- once you're here there is no going back"  the man put his hand through his hear and shook his head "no- I just can't believe it" Karl sighed, and put his hand on his shoulder still feeling a bit of warmth from his ghostly body "if it's any kind of help, you could always move into my shop- you aren't going to be the only ghost there so-" he said with a soft smile, normally Karl was a very giggly person not being able to take anything seriously, but when it comes to the dead he always tries to help the newest ghosts find themselves in the afterlife. 

"Let's go-"

he said taking the new ghost into his shop once he was in there he stopped and yelled at the top of his lungs "HEY FELLOW DEAD PEOPLE I FOUND ANOTHER GHOST~" the first to show up was a young girl maybe aged six years old, wearing an ancient-looking bright purple dress "You called?" She says in a very thick French accent "madame Fournier I would like you to meet-" Karl stopped for a second "I'm sorry what's your name?" Karl asked "Quackity," the raveonette said shrugging "Nice to meet you my name is Moselle-Sally Fournier, but please... call me Molly," She said introducing herself in a manner that was too eloquent to come from a six-year-old French kid, then she disappeared as quick as she appeared.

"Oh there is another child-" Karl joked as a nine-year-old carrying a brown bear came running down the stairs "Oh look there's the guy that doesn't know how to shut up" Karl stopped looking at the blonde-haired girl "Anyway I'm Alice the smartest one out of all these corn-heads" Quackity looked at Karl he was disappointed when he found the look of agreement in his eyes "anyways there are two more but they're not super active" Quackity looked at Karl  "there's a young  Native American kid named Daniel, he's mostly found in the basement, and a tall 6'8 white 45-year-old man with a midlife crisis in the attic" his name is bloody," he said nodding and smiling

"so you're the shop owner? How can... alive people see you?"Karl shrugged "not even me or science or any other ghosts can answer that question... I am a phantom, the apparition of a deceased person that can make themselves visible and tangible to the alive human eye" Quackity looked at him and raised his eyebrow "did you read that explanation online ?" Quackity remarked "yeah-" Karl answered giggling.

{hahaha yea ghosts are my new hyper fixation deal with it}