Bag of Groceries - Bench trio AU

Bag Of Groceries One-Off

Info
So first of all, this is based off of Slimesicle's new video! This is a one-off I really wanted to write!
TW for mentions of Death, mentions of Mental Illness, Minor Violence, and all-around wierd shit. This is a different writing style then normal, so sorry about that!

Tommy was just hanging around the 4 other people, invisible to them. He really wondered what the actual Hell Charlie "I'm a Gamer" Slimesicle and his friends were up to. Especially here. He hated the fact he could hear screaming from the other ghosts, but this place wasn't as bad as some. He went to a haunted house somewhere near Peoria Illinois, and he saw some fucked up shit there. Along with some rabid bats. Seeing that one lanky teen who tried to be stoic scream when a bat flew into his face was honestly worth it though.
(Author here. I'm not gonna reveal the address of that house because I can't remember, but I'm talking about an actual haunted house here. I went a year or so ago. Am I making fun of my uncle here because a bat flew into his face? Possibly. Ironically, his name is also Tommy. And he's blond. I'd love to include some things my aunt said here because they were hilarious but they would get me rightfully cancelled.)

So, apparently Slimesicle was filming a video. Fun.
He listened a bit more.
They were ghost hunting.
A smile creeped onto his face as he realizes that he could mess with them big time.

Tommy waits a bit, hanging around the door. He hears a lock click into place.
The door was slightly hard to pass through, but this would be worth it. He watched as the group took out Dowsing Rods, an EMF detector, and a Spirit Box. The EMF detector didn't even pick up the fact he was there.

Slimesicle's POV

Slimesicle didn't yet know about Tommy's... condition. No one told him. So when he was in a hallway all alone, thinking this was a part of the video that would be cut out, the feeling of a cold hand touching his shoulder made him jump. He turned around, seeing nothing. It was probably a draft, or some random piece of metal that got stuck on his backpack.
But then he started hearing a quiet voice. He couldn't make out what it was saying, but it certainly wasn't any of his friends. It sounded- odd. Slightly familiar.
Slimesicle shook it off, walking into a random room.
He should have noticed the sheet hanging from the ceiling. He should have noticed the random phone on the bed. But he didn't. Woops.
Slimesicle was about to leave the room when he heard something fall. He saw a sheet on the floor. It was brushed off with some bullshit like "it must have been stapled to the ceiling."
Then, he heard a voice. An annoying British voice.
"Ayyy Charlay what chya doin' here?"
"What the fuck? Tommy??" Slimesicle breathed.
Tommy appeared in front of him, his feet floating a couple inches above the ground. Slimesicle is stunned, mouth wide open. What the fuck? How is TommyInnit standing right in front of him? How did he just appear out of thin air? Is he a ghost?
"Oh, did no one tell you? Big L, slime man. Anyway, there's some bitch named Jeffrey next door that won't stop screaming. You can't see him, but he's more annoying than me somehow." Tommy said.
"T- Tell me what?"
Tommy looked at him in confusion, gesturing to himself.

Tommy's POV

Slimesicle looked like he was having an existential crisis.
"C'mon, let's go freak out your friends. It's good clickbait!"
Slimesicle looked at him, his face turning from crisis to evil smile.
"Let's do it."

Bizzly's POV

Bizzly was just walking through a hallway when he heard some ominous screaming. He brushed it off, grabbing his walkie talkie.
"Can you quiet down? I'm trying to use this shitty Spirit Box."
There was no response. He heard something bang behind him, and looked to see Slimesicle, floating 3 feet off the floor, T-posing.
"Amogus."
"HOW THE FUCK-"
Slimesicle fell, laughing. But something was off. There was another laugh, seemingly coming from nowhere.
"Who the hell is laughing?"
Bizzly never got an answer, as Slimesicle was running away before he even got a chance to process that Bizzly said anything.

Tommy's POV

"Did you see his face? That was hilarious!" Tommy shouted.
Slimesicle agreed.
"We should do Condi next. I really wonder if the blacklight will do anything." Tommy suggests.
Slimesicle sat down on the floor, saying that he needed to breathe for a minute.

Condi's POV

Condi was just looking around in this dark, damp room. There was nothing interesting going on at all. Until he heard something behind him.
It was Slimesicle. Just standing there.
"Hey, can you shine your blacklight over here?"
Condi groaned and turned it on, yelping as it illuminated the faint outline of a teenager.
"I can't believe that worked." Slimesicle said, laughing. Another laugh came from behind him.
"THE HELL?" Condi yelled.
"We're gonna go give Beau a heart attack, see ya Condi!" Slimesicle said, walking away.

Beau's POV

Charlie Slimesicle would be the death of him one day. Slimesicle had been following him for the past 5 minutes.
"What do you want?" Beau asked, turning around. That was a mistake.
Something grabbed him and pulled him up to the ceiling. He looked around, scared. There were hands on his shoulders, but they looked to be coming from the ceiling. Beau started screaming, and was promptly dropped. There was a soft thud behind him, followed by laughter. He looked behind himself, stunned.
"Is that fucking-"

Tommy's POV

Tommy walked over to Slimesicle.
"I better get going. Nice seeing you Charlie." He said, before walking out the window. He let himself drop. It was faster than going down the stairs anyway, and it's not like he could die again. He walked home, content with what he did. It was funny.