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A friend from the grave pt.2.

3rd person POV

The blonde ghost observed the new comer carefully. The new person had short brunette hair, which was messy and unkempt. His watery eyes a forest green. A large Scar ran across his face, from under his jaw, crossing over the bridge of his nose, and to his hairline.

The boy looked human, apart from the long pointy ears that sat on the side of his head. His clothes in rags.

The red tinted ghost looked at the boy alittle longer till he noticed the tears slowly trickleing down the brunette's face, the small droplets leaving marks of their own on the boys face.

A pain of guilt fell into the ghost. While he had done nothing wrong, he couldn't exactly do anything to help either. So, the ghost sat there, watching the pointy-eared boy.

He thought the boy's tears would stop soon enough. However, they didn't, he sat there weeping for what was hours. Only making the invisible one's sympathy for the brunette grow. And, eventually, he gave in.

Making his way to the boy, he took a deep breath, or what would be one, and sat on the floor in front of the brunette. The ghost wrapped his arms round the boy, feeling him flinch slightly but quickly calm down.

They sat there, until the brunette didn't have anymore tears to cry. But even after the tears came to a stop, the ghost refused to let go.

The brunette started to fall asleep, so the red tinted ghost brought him to a corner and let him rest, continuing to watch him.

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The boy slept for awhile, so when he woke up he was shocked to find himself in a corner, rather than the spot he fell asleep in.

He looked around and saw nothing, just an empty space, walls and floors bright white, the lights slowly flickering. And yet, even though he couldn't see anyone, he had the feeling of being watched.

A cool flow of air swept toward him and disappeared withing seconds. "Who's there?" The boy spoke to the air.

The doors opened to his room. 'Oh God' is all that he thought before being roughly grabbed and dragged out the room

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This process continued every day, being taken, tested on, put back, falling asleep then waking up in the same corner. Which was strange to say the least for the boy.

However the red spirit seemed quite happy with himself, helping the boy get decent sleep. And slowly the two grew closer. The ghost would occasionally poke or grab the brunette. And soon enough a tapping process began.

So each day, once experiments were over, basic conversations would occur. And that would be the highlight of both their days.

The brunette boy soon reveal to the red spirit that is name was in fact Scar. However the ghost didn't know his name. As, he never actually got called it for as long as he could remember.

Even though the blonde might not ever know his own name, that was fine with him, because he was finally able to leave the white room he had been trapped in for over 10 years. The blonde ghost had formed an attachment to the living boy. Following wherever Scar went.

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After a regular day, Scar was back in his room, feeling small taps on his arm as he asked questions to his invisible companion. That was until, the lights in the room shut off. A loud system alarm sounded and the sound of all power in the building could be heard shutting off. . .

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Yeah, leaving it on a cliffhanger.