𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄.

𝘪𝘷. 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 ; 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥.

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  FOR SOME REASON, you couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

"Hey! What happened back there?!"

You know the feeling. There are times where something's at the tip of your tongue, but you just can't remember.

"STOP IGNORING ME!"

Oh, look who's back.

"Man, I was just about to doze off!" You whine, sitting up from your bed with a start.

"Where in all layers of hell did you scamper off to?!"

Just when you can finally catch a break from this demon, he shows up again at the worst times. From the way he gets up all in your face all of the time, you wonder if it's his life's work to break whatever composure you think you have.

"Do you want to know how long it took for me to find you?!"

"No, not really." You deadpan, eyes looking to the side.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!" Of course, this only encourages you to keep doing the exact opposite.

Crims, who's tired of your BS, decides to look elsewhere and sees Lucy sleeping in her bed. His eyes go a bit wider and glow a little brighter. He zooms past you to hide. You can feel the chill that he gives off as he peeks over your shoulder.

"Why is a ghost here of all places? Is it just sleeping there?"

You sigh, looking over to Lucy who's dead asleep and wearing noise-canceling headphones. She's sleeping above the covers without any sort of blanket whatsoever. Again, you're not going to question it. You're just glad that she isn't awake right now.

"That's my roommate. Not a ghost."

Crims seems to believe your words as he starts to float out of his hiding place. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

❝ I guess I really am dead. ❞

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 You wake up for the first day of school to an empty dorm. Lucy was nowhere to be seen. As you forced yourself to get up and do your morning routine, you couldn't help but notice that everything was even cleaner than before. That's not to say it wasn't clean in the first place. Everything, and you mean everything, was in order. Even your side of the bedroom looked like it had been meticulously organized. Even if you weren't that messy, your side of the room looked spotless.

Even in your lethargic stupor, you made your bed. You just had to. How couldn't you when everything else looked so pristine?

You're sitting by the door putting on your shoes when you stuff a hand into your pocket. You pull out your gloves and examine them.