Prologue Chapter 6: A Move-In Struggle

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***Ramshackle Dorm - Hallway***

M/n POV:

"Myaaah!" Grim yells as he shoots flames at the ghosts. "Hwaaahhh! We gotta get out of here! Before we get disappeared for good!" the ghosts exclaim. "You three can come over here with me." I say, earning a look of surprise from Grim and the ghosts, who float and disappear beside me. "H-huh? Did we... win?" Grim asks in confusion. "Yup." I state bluntly. "Aw, geez, I was scared outta my-I mean, they didn't faze me one bit! Just a walk in the park for a mage of my caliber! Whaddaya got to say now, ghosties? That's right!" Grim exclaims. "Good evening. In another gesture of my immense kindness, I have brought you dinner. Wait. That's the creature we ejected for causing trouble at orientation! What is it doing here?!" Crowley exclaims in surprise after walking in. "Takin' care of yer ghost problem, that's what. You're welcome, by the way!" Grim retaliates. "They aren't a problem. You just chose violence after being startled." I state, earning a huff of annoyance from Grim.

"What is the meaning of this, M/n? But you know, on that topic, I do seem to recall that this dorm had a mischievous ghost problem. Ah, yes... That's why it was abandoned, in fact. The ghosts scared away all the students. And you're saying that you two joined forces to drive them away?" Crowley asks. "Joined forces ain't exactly how I'd describe it. More like I drove 'em away, and the human watched." Grim says. "Lies weasel." I say. "Would you two be so kind as to demonstrate your ghost-eradication methods for me?" Crowley asks. "One, no, 'cause I already wiped 'em all out. And two, no, 'cause I want tuna!" Grim exclaims. "I will play the part of the ghosts. As for the tuna, you'll receive it when you defeat me. Oh, what generosity, Crowley...Now, to chug this transmutation potion!" Crowley exclaims before chugging the potion. "Ah, you gotta be kiddin' me. I gotta work together with the human again?" Grim whines. "He'll get you tuna," I say. "Hrmph. All right, but this is the last time. And I better be up to my jowls in tuna afterwards!" Grim pouts.

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