The academy ghost (Five) P.t 1

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(This was a request that was requested a long time ago, I apologize that I'm getting this out so late.)

Also, in this one shot, Reginald moved him and the kids there when they were 13.

Tw: Murder, mention of murder

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They didn't know that their was a girl that lived in the Academy before them. And Five definitely didn't expect to become best friends with her.

Y/n L/n was a thirteen year old girl that had been murdered before Reginald moved there with his seven adopted children.

And her murderer still walks free.

When the teenage children moved there, she took interest to a particular green eyed boy.

She never reveals herself, but she wanted to speak to him.

Get him to use an ouija board somehow, maybe? No.

She wanted to show him her face.

So, when he laid in bed, she showed her misty form.

"Five." She whispered.

She had learned the children's names, or numbers in this case.

Five turned over in his bed, expecting to see nothing. But, he saw the shadow of a teenage girl. He jolted up and backed away.

"What the hell?" He whispered.

"Please, don't freak out." She held her hand out.

"I'm going insane." He said. "I knew I would, but not this soon."

"Five, calm down."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I'm.. well, I'm dead."

"What the fuck.."

"Yeah," She said. "wild. But I just want to talk to you."

Five controlled his breathing and spoke. "About what?"

Y/n honestly didn't know. So, she decided to just talk to him. About anything.

She turned on the light on his bedside table and sat on his bed, making him back up more.

"I'm Y/n." She said. "You don't have to be terrified of me. I bet you don't get to talk to a dead person often."

"Yeah, no shit." He said. "How.. how'd you die?"

"I was murdered by my father. And he still walks the streets, looking innocent." She leans in closer, grin on her face. "Wanna know how he did it?"

"I'm a little scared to ask."

"Don't worry, it's nothing too gruesome. Got shot in my stomach and he left me to bleed to death. My body is in the basement."

"I don't think that it's normal for you to.. say that so plainly." He said.

She shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

Five felt weirdly comfortable around her.

(I'd like to mention the 409 words here, thank you for being here. You a real one 💪🏻)

He relaxed his posture a bit and let out a breath.

"So, none of my siblings are messing with me?" He said.

"No, your siblings don't know I exist." She smiled. "Only you."

"But why?"

"You seem cool."

"Uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome."

She got up and walked around his room. She seemed so.. harmless and innocent. The way she walked, and how she was always happy sounding.

"You made my room look nice." She nodded.

"What?" Five asked, coming out of his thoughts.

"This used to be my room." She turned her body to him.

"Oh, what'd it used to look like?"

"Most of it was green. My favorite color."

She sat back down on his bed and pulled her legs up to her chest.

"Can you, like, touch people?" He asked. "Like, if I were to touch your hand, would I feel it?"

"Only if I want you to."

"You get to control that?"

"Yeah," She shrugged. "I'm a ghost, not a spirit."

"What's the difference?"

"Ghosts stick around. Spirits only come back when they're summoned."

(Don't you dare fcking google anything or start telling me I'm wrong bc idk. ITS A FAN FIC UNTWIST UR TITS DAMN)

Five nodded and she held her hand up.

"Is it gonna feel weird?" He asked.

"It'll feel like a human hand."

Five hesitated, but put his hand on hers. And she was right, it felt like a normal hand. She smiled at him.

"See? I'm not scary." She said.

"You scared me at first."

"Well, you were just a bit jumpy. We'll be friends."

"So, I'm now friends with a ghost?" He asked.

"Yep!"

She got up and walked to his wall. "How will I talk to you again if I want to?"

"Just call my name."

He nodded and she smiled and waved at him before going through the wall.

That was creepy he thought.

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A/n: This is actually kinda good in my opinion

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