{MCYT} •Mini Stories• <Book 2>

{Seeing Ghosts?}

Ponk was tired.
Not like Sam or Philza, just emotionally and sometimes physically tried.
He felt like he could just collapse at any moment and he would wake up to find himself somewhere else.
This. . . Virus, that he couldn't understand, was taking a toll on him and he knew it, it was feeding off his stress, fears and desire.
First the Virus, Sam losing himself, the arm incident and then Dream breaking out, he was glad Dream was free but worried about what Dream was planning to do as he had. . . Heard from Phil and Sapnap that Quackity had been going in there and torturing him for the book and knowing that kid, Ponk knew Dream was going to get back at them.

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Ponk entered his house, closing the door with his foot as he carried a stack of books to his desk as he was going through each book he could, so he can find out about not only The Egg Virus but also to find out why the hell Karl's veins are turning white and black.
So, Ponk borrowed any book that talks about this and was going through it for an answer to their issues.
. . .
". . . This is pointless."
Ponk lifted his head, confused to hear a voice but. . . Maybe it was-,"Not it's not.", nevermind he wasn't hearing shit, Ponk stood up slowly and reached for his letter opener, turning around and aiming it out around the room,"Who's in here. I can hear you.", the room rang out in silence, Ponk didn't put down the weapon because he wasn't about to become a Horror Movie Stereotype and just brush it off, and go back to work just to have death appear behind him.
Last thing he wanted to happen.
Ponk jumped at the sound of a door opening, but seeing no one come out of the room.
. . .
"Show yourself!"
Ponk made sure he kept a grip on the Dagger, scanning the room for a presence.
. . .
And a presence he got.
Slowly, a teenage boy in a suit and mask appeared by the door, suit was black and white, red tie, some masquerade mask and brown messy hair.
"Hi!"
Ponk was dumbfounded, sure he knew ghosts were real because of Ghostbur, Glatt and Ghostboo, but this ghost was not familiar to him.
Ponk searched for the right words to respond to this, having the urge to just yell for the others-
"Wait no!"
Suddenly the ghost ran forward and covered Ponk's mouth, and also grabbed his arm to hold the Dagger away from him.
Ponk tried to scream, but it was completely muffled to his surprise,"Please don't scream, I know you have every right to but if you scream you'll alert the others of my presence and they can't see me like you can, that and The Egg will hear and the last thing I want is your house to be in ruins, Sir.", Ponk stared at the ghost, he could feel that this ghost meant well but at the same time this could be a trick,"Look, I'll let you go but please don't scream or yell, I don't want you nor me in trouble, Okay?", Ponk nods, slowly so the ghost let him go.
Ponk rubbed his mouth and arm,"You're freezing. . .", the ghost chuckled,"Y-Yeah, I know. I uh, when we die, our souls are cold because our bodies lose their body heat. Unless you die in lava, not sure how it works.", Ponk slowly put the Dagger down,"Who are you.", "I'm uh. . . Well, I don't have a name but most people just call me Butler or RanButler. Nice to meet you. . .?", he held his hand out, Ponk reached for his hand and shook it,"Ponk. I'm Ponk.", Butler smiled,"Nice to meet you.", "Now, what are you doing in my house?", Butler realised he had to explain that,"Oh-That, um well. . . You wanna sit down and let me explain?", Ponk sighed, he sat down to let this ghost explain.

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"So. You're one of the victims of The Egg, you died, but your soul remains here as long as The Egg is AND you've been following us.", Butler nods,"Yeah, but no one could ever see us so we didn't get in trouble, but you can see me.", Ponk rubbed his eyes again,"Why. Why can I?", "Maybe because you're resisting the control of The Egg? I mean, I never saw ghosts when I was controlled by it so yeah, maybe that.", Ponk inhaled, "I wish this was a dream, may it is or have I finally lost my mind?", "No, no! I am as real as you are!", Ponk looked at him, and he could sense this teen was telling the truth which only made Ponk want to just, fall to the floor and just pass out.
"Look; I want to help you figure out how to cure yourself and your friends."
Butler smiled softly, Ponk looked at him as he made a thick book appear in his hands,"Me and my friends, we don't want anyone else to fall the same way we did so, do you trust us?", he held out the book, Ponk looked at his own books and knew this guy had to know more if he were tell the truth.
. . .
"Alright. I trust you."