Four familiar ghosts walk past him, nonchalantly. One of them was carrying popcorn. Chase was still trying to make sense of what this was, and none of it seemed real. It was different than reality, sure. But it didn't seem like a dream. And Chase was well aware of his death.
He realized where he knew those ghosts from.
"Hey, aren't you guys the ghosts from Pacman?" He asked.
They stopped.
"Yes, we are. What do you want?" Blinky replied.
"What are you doing here? Like, how did you get here?" Chase asked them.
"Dude, we're ghosts. We're already dead. We can come here anytime we want." Inky replied.
"What's with newcomers always asking these questions?" Blinky asked them.
"Hey, want some popcorn?" Clyde offered.
"Clyde, don't offer popcorn to strangers. Let's go." Said pinky.
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Afterlife Battle Royale
FanfictionLiving in an Asteroid floating through space, filled with familiar faces. Sounds like one heck of an afterlife, doesn't it? Well, shortly after dying, Chase found out it wasn't much fun. Due to an anarcho-royalist revolution that happened in the p...
