CHAPTER 3: HEATHER

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    "UrgHghH..."

    "WHAT WAS THAT?!" I waved my broom around as threateningly as possible. I jumped and flinched at almost everything that made some noise. This eerie feeling made my stomach sink. 

    Suddenly, three white things faded into view. Ah, it's just those ghosts. 

    "Uhuhuhu... it's been a while since we've had guests."

    "I'm itching to see some action..."

    "Can y'all help me clean or somethin'? I asked casually. The ghosts seemed shocked as their cockiness faltered. 

    "Why do ya keep yellin' huma-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! G- G- GHOSTSSS!" Grimm shrieked after walking in. 

    "The people living here usually got scared of us and left," one of them shrugged.

    "Yeahhh, we've been lookin' for some new ghost pals- what about you guys?" I sweatdropped. They were harmless, right? I gulped,

    "How about no." 

    "Eh?"

    "What's he speakin'?"

    "Is he even a he?"

    "TCH! Grimm the Great isn't afraid of some ghosts! HYAH!" He shot a fireball or two.

    "Alas, Grimm the Great missed," I announced into my broom-mic. 

    "Where are you aiming? Haha!" One of the ghosts chortled. 

    "Over here, over here, hehe! Catch me if you caann~!"

    "Gah! STOP DISAPPEARING!" Grimm cried while puffing more flames. 

    "Do you, like, close your eyes while shooting your fire? Your aim sucks."

    "WHAT'S WITH THE HARSH WORDS?"

    "The dorm's broken-down enough, you're just gonna turn the only place we have to ashes."

    "QUIET! Quit try'na order me around!" 

    "I'll give you tuna."

    "Right, so about those ghosts!"

    "You changed up quick," I grunted. 

    "You are cowards!" Grimm yelled at the ghosts, only to be spooked in the process.

    "Make that two cans of tuna."

    "HUMAN! TELL ME WHERE THE GHOSTS ARE!"

    "MY NAME'S (Y/N)! BUT FINE. To your left!" Grimm complied.

    "H- hott!!" The ghosts cried. They could really feel the burn now, huh?

    "HAHA! How do you like it now? Don't mess with us, punks!" I triumphantly pumped a fist into the air... but when I felt a cold touch on my shoulder, I shrieked louder than- uhm... Lady Gaga. 

    I swung my broom recklessly before I heard a yell and a loud THUNK! sound. 

    "I hit 'em, I hit 'em!" I said proudly, only to realize I actually just smacked Grimm. 

    "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SWINGIN' THAT!" He screamed while I winced.

    "S- sorry..."

    "No time to apologize! Tell me where the next one is!" I nodded in determination. 

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