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He's in the fucking walls! (Part 2)

Fandom: Homicipher
Ship: Mr Gap x reader
Oneshot/unfinished story: continued oneshot
Synopsis: Mr gap haunts your house.

Teaching the ghost to speak your language may have been a bad idea. Well, it was either that or have no idea what he was saying. But man he was a yapper.

You'd gotten used to him showing up in every crack and gap in the house by now, even set up some gaps in objects for him so he could watch TV, see the computer screen and so on. You also quickly learnt that all you had to do to keep him out of certain areas was make sure there wasn't anywhere he could fit. So at least you'd not have to worry about him showing up in your bathroom once you'd closed up any possible gap. But teaching him your language, while making him more understandable, did also open the door to him constantly nagging you. And when you were trying to get things done, it was a bit annoying. You'd gone to grab the next shirt from the washing basket to fold up, only to be met with your ghost buddy peeking between the folds of your pile of clothes.

"Damnit Gap-"

"Me bored"

Of course he was. He always was.

"You always bored" you replied, picking up a sock from nearby his spot in the basket.

"Want fun" he muttered.

"Make fun" you replied.

"You make fun"

It was like a stubborn cat with the vocabulary of a toddler, and yet you'd somehow grown rather fond of his antics.

"You want fun, you make fun" you said.

He gave you a displeased look, although there wasn't any real bite to it. He never seemed to get outright mad at you, just mildly annoyed. His ghostly hand poked out from the pile of clothes, pointing at you.

"Want" he said.

"Want what?" You replied.

"Want heart"

You stopped mid-pants fold, turning to give him a confused look. Did he mean heart as in... metaphorical? Or actual?

"My heart?" You questioned.

"Give heart?" He asked, pointing to your chest.

Ah, he meant your ACTUAL heart... somehow you weren't really surprised.

"No... need heart for me" you replied, continuing your laundry as if a ghost didn't just ask for your organs.

Again he gave you a grumpy look. But he didn't push any further. That was something you noticed about him, for as weird as he was, he did understand consent and apparently upheld it. Aside from a grumpy look, he'd never give you any problems if you said no to something. And while he did like to play the game of 'I'm taking your stuff', he never broke it or kept it. He just moved it, probably because he liked watching you realise he took it and look around for where he'd hidden it. Somehow a ghost living in your shadows and gaps had a better understanding of consent than most human men did... that was... truly something.

"Why want?" You asked, curious about what exactly he'd even do with your actual heart.

Your first thought was eat it, because you had seen him eat raw meat off your kitchen counter after surprisingly politely asking for it, then asking why you 'made it hot' before you could eat it. You wouldn't put it past a literal ghost creature to eat a human heart. But he also did seem to be a bit of a collector. He had his own stash of things in whatever pocket dimension he came from, and occasionally he'd show up just to show you. He showed you a magazine that featured apparent ghost evidence before, purely because someone had managed to catch a picture of him and he found it fun that he photobombed some family photo. He asked to take seemingly random things of yours too. Pens, cups, a roll of tape, shoes... what he did with them you had no idea, but whatever, he could take a pen or two if it kept him happy.

"Why want?" He repeated, like this was the first time he'd been asked that. It probably was, actually.

"Yes, why want?" You replied.

He was quiet, thinking for a moment... only to come up with nothing. Did he... not even have a motive? He was just that bored, or maybe intrigued by humans he just... wanted stuff? For the sake of it? Somehow, that seemed pretty on par for him...

"Word for... object... make want know?" He finally replied, unsure what the right word in your language would be.

"Uh... interesting" you replied, that was probably the closest to what he meant.

"Want because interesting"

Well... fair enough. Human objects must be new and different to a ghost that lived entirely in gaps and shadows.

"Want you object, you interesting" he added.

Oh? So he wasn't just haunting you for no reason, because he came with the house. He was choosing to be here? That itself, was interesting.

"Me interesting? Why?" You asked.

"You human. You not scared of me. You do fun things" he explained.

Somehow, that made you feel a little flattered. That was probably the most interesting thing to happen to you, actually. You reached out to him, sticking your hand into his gap to pat his head. Somehow, his hair was surprisingly soft, just a bit tangled.

"You interesting" you said, finding him and this odd little dynamic you had quite amusing.

You could see his brain lag for a moment at the physical contact, before deciding that it felt nice actually.

"Touch? Pat?" He asked.

"Like you" you replied.

There was that slightly creepy but oddly endearing wide smile again. Followed by his own ghostly hand grabbing yours and excitedly shaking it.

"Like you!" He smiled.

The last thing you'd expected when you moved into this place was for it to be haunted. Or that the ghost was a weird gap guy. But here you were, making friends with him. You felt oddly attached to him, as annoying as he could get at times. But hey, at least you had one friend. Even if he lived in your walls.