Origins Oneshots.

''Halloween costume''

414 words: This is a Halloween special for you guys! Thank you so much for all of the support on the other chapters, I really appreciate it. Seeing the comments left on each one brightens my day more than you can imagine. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this treat- or trick?????

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Cold air blows through the cracked guild walls. The spacing leaves no room for warmth or comfort. Shadows and stained tiles littered among the flooring, leaving the space rough and in ruin. For a lack of better words, this place is a war zone. The amount of memories and friendships made here, already terminated.

"You seem lost in thought." His taunting voice peers through the emptiness. "Do you exist just to pester me." I groan, not in the mood for a 'chat.' "Of course not silly. I exist because you can't let go~" he sharply teases, venom coated in his tone. "It's your fault I'm still stuck here."

"Bother someone else, ghost. I have to time for you." My sharp tone snaps through the air, causing the desolated room to become stiff and static. "No time for your own brother-" "You're not my brother. My brother is dead." I resort, glaring at the pale white haired spirit. "Tsk tsk, so mean. I know you're upset but there's no need to get aggressive." His tone mocks, it always does. Even in my sleep I can't forget that voice, that face- "If you're going to stick around, at least be quiet." I sigh, almost- tired.. "You're so boring." He complains but sits down anyway.

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Time goes by, sitting, waiting, pretending. And yet he's still here, by my side doing the same exact thing as I am now. His dead-looking pale blue eyes staring into this air, zoned out completely. God there's so much blood.. I can handle the blood of my guild members, but his blood, staining my hands after that final battle- it haunts me. Yet he keeps the battle shown on his figure, a pale bloody face with torn arms and a bruised torso, just taunting me. Screaming at me for my ignorance and mistake.

"You're zoned out again brother." The voice chimes in, snapping me out of my thoughts. His condescending smirk piercing into my eyes. "I told you not to call me that." "Im simply addressing you, Ricardo." I feel my arms tense, my body reacting on its own, swinging at the younger spirit. My hand never meets him though, as per usual it phases right on though his face, making it seem like it was nothing. "Whatever- let's just-" I cut myself off, standing up and popping my back. "Let's go. We have work to do." The ghost simply grins and floats along, as if he were right beside me...