a/n: it's been a WHILE y'all. this story will be moving slowly bc of how many requests on my other book i'm getting plus life stuff, but i'll probably have more time over break to keep working :)
ace lovers im sry for this one LMAO
You've heard a lot of things in your life. Amongst the loudest were the whistle of a train, car crashes, and airhorns from that cursed segment of time back in your homeworld.
Ace topped all of that.
He was shrieking and thrashing in your grip, eyes bulging as he watched your scowl deepen as he was lifted a few inches into the air.
"Shut up," you hiss, watching the blood drain out of his face, "and put the radio down."
"Do it!" yells Deuce from a few feet away, gripping his magical pen and looking from you to Ace back and forth nervously. "They won't hurt you! Just put the stupid thing down!"
"Okay! OKAY! It's down," cries Ace, slowly lowering the radio until it was just hanging from his arm. "It's down now. Can you...not kill me please?"
You drop Ace, snatching the radio out of his hands and pressing to your chest. Immediately, each dial, speaker, and switch is being thoroughly checked to make sure that none of them are damaged. You're so preoccupied with your radio that you don't notice the way that Ace is gawking at you, eyes wide and mouth open as you float in midair, tweaking at the antenna.
"That's a ghost," whispers Ace, incredulous and bug-eyed.
"That's them," says Deuce, sounding a little smug.
"That's a real ghost," says Ace, still barely audible.
"I told you," says Deuce, trying to fight down a grin. "Now do you believe me?"
You look back over at the boys, watching Ace try to learn how to breathe again, and you feel a little sorry for having reacted so strongly now that your emotions weren't going haywire—but he did touch your radio, so you don't feel very sorry at all.
After having died, all of your emotions had been seemingly amplified. You supposed that, since you no longer had a warm, feeling body, all of those sensations had to go somewhere. You lower yourself from where you float, setting the radio down on the little coffee table and crossing your arms, sizing Ace up.
"This Ace. Ace, this is...um..." Deuce stammers, coming to the realization that he'd never gotten your name. You're about to tell him when the third party interrupts you.
"You're acting really casual about this," says Ace, seemingly having come down from his shock.
"I'm good at keeping my head on straight," says Deuce, and the look Ace gives him lets you know that it's barely a half-truth at best. Deuce gestures back at you, speaking again.
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ur the twst mc but ur dead
Fanfictionbasically what the title says :) the beginning of the story takes place at the beginning of the first-years school year, but you're already dead. kind of a different plotline but i'll try to add in a few overblots. angst enjoyers this one's for y'al...
