using you // dandy's world

ghost

(Sam)

 Chapter 7

Ghost

Floor 6

                         There are three things in life that I hate. Well, probably more, but three main things in life that I hate. Number one, Dandy. That motherfucker can not give me a raise if he was held at gunpoint. Fucking gay-ass daisy. 

                    Number two, loud people. Honestly, being baked all the time helps, but I swear to god, if ONE MORE insignificant dying toon slides its way over to me begging for a medkit and getting that nasty ichor all over my shirt, this show WILL be rated MA. 

                    Third, entitled people. Those rich snobs coming up to me, degrading me with just their gaze. I take extreme pleasure in watching them get attacked by a rabid Toodles. A lot of pleasure. There is that one pretty cunt who comes up to me all the time, but she's irrelevant. I hate her more than the rest anyway.

                   "C'mon sweetie, I'll give you extra!" Dandy wheels, his fake-ass smile shining way too bright. He probably thinks he's my dad or something, which makes me want to kick him to Siberia even more. I don't remember why he thinks that, probably because he was the one to find me. "that's what you said last time." I grumble, but I put on my "Dandy's!" hat and get into place. I press the red button and start shooting down to whatever floor those asylum patients are on now.

                       The annoying classical music starts playing, and I see a light above me. The table launches up into the familiar elevator, a few toons there with their gallons of ichor. I have no idea what Dandy needs so much of that disgusting oil for, but I guess we all got our kinks. I light up some shit I found on the lobby floor, examining the toons in front of me. Oh great, it's that annoying-ass mirror bitch. He reminds me a BIT too much of the other one... He's also bleeding out. Awesome.

                             realize they're all staring at me, so I look up from my pack of cigarettes. "oh... hey there." I say, taking a drag. The cube gives me a look. What's her deal?

                          The cat one walks up to me and takes a deep breath. "Hi Ghost," she says, "Glisten here is uh... not doing great. Could you please get us a medkit?"

Oh.

My.

God.

                           It's not like I CHOOSE what goes on sale! Dandy's the one who fishes out the most useless items from the bottom of his desk and gives them to me. Normally, I would turn my whole body corporeal and shove my cigarette into her paper face and watch her burn to cinders, but that would probably go against the employee rules. I look at what's offered right now. Hmmm, okay. A stopwatch, a valve, and instructions. Oooooooh, too bad, twink mirror, GAYsten. Of course, there's always a hidden medkit underneath the table, but that's only if there's an emergency.

                           "sorry. dandy didn't get any." I take another look at Glisten. He's coughing up ichor, that rubix cube girl murmuring something to him. Yeah, he's fine. That cat frowns and looks down at the items. "Alright.." she said. "Glisten can hold on for longer..." She walks away and whispers something to Glisten. He just sighs.

                            "HEY, WHEN YOU LEAVE, GET THAT TREE-HUGGER'S BODY OUT OF HERE, IT'S STINKING UP THE PLACE!!" I hear that obnoxious shrimp yell. That's when I notice the rotting body next to me. I silently pick it up, grimacing at gash in his face. "And don't throw him out or anything!" I hear Boba-bitch say, her boxing gloves curling inwards. "We're going to hold a funeral." As if I would ever. I understand death more than anyone else. Obviously.

                              Glisten comes up to me now. WHAT DOES HE WANT? He coughs up ichor on my work shirt, and I have to physically resist the urge to put him out of his misery. He looks me dead in the eyes, and opens his mouth.

                            "I know you have a medkit, Ghost." Oh great, he can see through walls too. "i don't know what you're talking about." I take a drag of my cigarette, making sure the smoke ended up on him. Glisten just glares at me, and then rises to his full height and leans behind to counter.

                            "She would never forgive you if I died." He snarls. He leans back and holds out his hand. Practically subconsciously, I grab the medkit and shove it in his hands. I see the rest of the toons whisper to each other as Glisten takes a few pills and bandages up his arm. He shoots me one last look as my desk starts moving down. "I'll tell her you did that, Ghost." He rasps. I don't have a chance to tell him I have no idea what he's talking about, or to tell him that I don't care about her at all. I tell myself I didn't say anything because I didn't have time. But really, I think I'm tired of lying.

Shrimpo: three hearts

Bonnie: three hearts

Goob: dead

Ziggy: two hearts

Ruby: two hearts

Vee: two hearts

Glisten: three hearts