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Small summary: Pretty ghost lady gets revenge on a group of teens and baker has to [sort of] deal with the aftermath /hj

Warning(s): Themes of death (because.. ghost lady), someone gets injured.

For once I wrote something that isn't angst.. There must be something wrong /hj This is just a silly little drabble I wrote earlier this morning while I was half asleep so don't take it too seriously afjsjsjd

Also slightly featuring Ocean working in the bakery instead of where she's been working because... yes.

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Flora watched the group of rowdy teens while picking up the bouquet of flowers someone had left for her on top of her grave, heaving out a sigh of frustration. Her calm expression changed into a scowl when the teens grabbed some of the small stones lying on the sidewalk's edge and began throwing them into the graveyard, probably hoping to provoke a dead spirit. And in a way, they were successful. Her eyes followed them down the street once they started to leave, and she couldn't help but let out a scoff.

"They have no respect for the dead..."

She held the bouquet of flowers closer to her transparent body, reaching down and picking up one of the stones that landed right next to her. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching before taking aim and throwing the stone towards the group. She smiled in satisfaction when she heard one of them yell.

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The sound of someone entering echoed through the bakery, causing the blonde behind the counter to lift her gaze towards the front entrance. The group that entered almost made her roll her eyes.

"Did you guys throw rocks in the graveyard again?" She quietly questioned, eyeing them all with unamusement while she wiped the counter down with a hand towel. The boy holding his shoulder awkwardly coughed into his arm, wincing. His friend standing beside him made a face.

"Come on, Emma! We didn't think something would throw one of em' back at us! We were just havin' a little fun!" They blurted out. Emma could only sigh in frustration. "You should know by now that nothing in this place is normal.." She commented under her breath, placing the hand towel back in the pocket of her apron.

"Now, are any of you going to buy something or can I please ask you to leave? More customers are going to be coming in soon and I don't need you all holding up the line." A chorus of groans left the group as they turned to leave, making her feel more relieved than she cared to admit. A head of short pink hair peeked around the corner once they were gone. "What was... What was all of that about..?" Emma turned to face her raspberry haired co-worker, giving her a sheepish smile. "It was nothing. I'll be back there to help you with those pastries in a second, Ocean. Just let me tidy up first.."