"Do we really have to wear these masks?" Dewdrop grumbled. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Copia angrily. He raised his eyebrows. "At least you don't have to wear gloves." "If I had to, I would have left long ago," he clarified. Mountain laughed hollowly and elbowed Dewdrop in the side.
It was his way of saying "shut up."
All the ghouls stood in a circle and looked at Copia, who was walking back and forth in front of them, like a commander in front of his soldiers. His face was difficult to read and his facial expressions were obscured by the make-up.
"Although it's quite warm today," the singer began, "I'm hoping for another successful concert. Remember that we might also play Kiss the Go goat today if the audience is as interactive as yesterday." The ghouls nodded.
"Alright," he clapped his hands and smiled like an excited child on his birthday, "grab your masks and instruments in 10 minutes I want to see you behind the curtain."
It got dark on stage and Copia came running down the drum kit steps. It gave the ghouls a few seconds
Time to rearrange themselves for a moment. Dewdrop and all the other ghouls were used to his talk by now, so they only listened with one ear and had quiet conversations.
Suddenly Cumulus hissed something at them and put a finger to her lips. Everyone fell silent. Singing came from the audience: loud, happy singing. "They wish him a happy birthday," Cirrus said. Swiss's eyes widened and Cumulus clapped her hand over her mouth. An awkward silence fell over the masked demons. Nobody moved. They had forgotten Copia's birthday.
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Ghost story's ( English version)
Fanfic(Some ) of my german fanfictions in english without any order... Dewdrop x Aether Omega x Terzo Cirrus x Cumulus Other story's Make yourself a Safe Space in this beautiful ghost community. The story's aren't about the people who „play" the ghou...
