Eighteen- Ghost

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by DragonHeart8787

by DragonHeart8787

# - Ghost

The others (Meaning K-391 and TFR) watched Ava Max and Alan Walker spar. They both knew Alan Walker was going easy on her, but she was still unable to beat him. He almost forced her to the ground, but she kicked him between the legs. While he was distracted, she shoved him over. Everyone cheered. She gave a mock bow. K-391 held up a board with the roman numerals 'IIIIXI' on it. She stared at it.
"What's that?" She asked.
"It's your score. 391." He replied.
"I get 391 out of ten!?" She asked.
"No." He replied. "You get 3.91 out of ten. I meant 391 out of a thousand."
She pouts.
"I suppose the reason she got such a low score is because she didn't even use one move I taught her," Alan Walker says, not moving his face from the dirt.
"Well actually it was because you were beating her for sometime before she got creative," K-391 responds. "Literally no one is gonna wait that long in battle."
"Hey, all's fair in love and war," Ava Max points out.
"Well, I personally think you're an eight on a scale of ten." TFR stated.
Everyone stared at him.
"You know you just said..." Alan Walker said, getting up.
TFR facepalms. "Omg... uritate on a skeleton. yeah, I know."
K-391 and Ava Max fall to the floor, laughing.

Ava Max sits up. "Seriously, did I pass?"
TFR considers. "Well, you have shown... improvement these past few weeks."
"And we know for a fact that she's not going to let us go without her," Alan Walker adds, picking grass out his hair.
"I think she's strong enough now to pull the amount of her weight we can't pull for her," K-391 pipes in. "Hey, maybe she won't even get killed!"
Ava Max whoops. "When do we leave?"
"I can be ready by sunset." Alan Walker smiles.
K-391 laughs. "How?"
"Wait, he's coming with us?" Ava Max asks, laughing.
"Of course! You guys need me!" Alan Walker retorts. All three of them fall to the ground, laughing. TFR doesn't get the reference, but he still smiles.
"What if we run into Plutonium?" K-391 asks, sitting up. "I know you said they're unbeatable, But, hypothetically."
"Then we're hypothetically dead," Alan Walker states.
"But, like, if we were gonna deal with them,what would be our best bet?" Ava Max wonders aloud.
K-391 shrugs. "Drop an anvil on their head?"
TFR gets up. "This is not a cartoon, guys." He turns to leave, then steps on a rake and gets whacked in the forehead.
The others burst out laughing.
TFR rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He leaves.

Alan Walker, Ava Max, and K-391 look at each other.
"So, um... you guys wanna play tag?" K-391 asks.
Alan Walker groans. "You are so immature." He walks away.
K-391 watches him leave, and then turns to Ava Max. "Do you wanna play tag?"
Ava Max looks at him. "Is that seriously your activity suggestion?"
K-391 shrugs. "Tag is fun."
"Yeah, but isn't that a kids game?" Ava Max asks.
"Adults can play tag if they want to." K-391 concludes.
"But... it's not usually something that's brought up." Ava Max admits.
"Well, what do you do with your friends then?" K-391 looks at her.
Ava Max thinks about it. "Talk... I guess?"
K-391 looks at her. "About what?"
Ava Max stutters "Umm... I guess fashion? Parties?... uhhh...." She gave up and touched him on the arm. "You're it!"

The two chased each other around in circles for an hour or so. One of TFR's friends, Anjulie, joined them without a second thought. Eventually the three collapsed in exhaustion.
Anjlie sat up after a while. "Oh, TFR told me to tell you he's inviting you to dinner." She sat up and left.
K-391 sat up with a confused look on his face. He stared after Anjulie. "That's not the weirdest artist I've met, and it won't be the last, but the world keeps finding new people to surprise me."
Ava Max snorts and whacks him with her forearm without getting up. "You're it."