Pentergeist (Khonjin House...AU?)

Chapter 3

Khonjin slammed his laptop shut. Slammed it carefully, in a way. He walked out of his house, huffing a bit, and began his journey of sorts to Gino's pizza place. As he went along, he thought about the things this thing had said to him. All of the things it had said.

He busted into Gino's, attempting to act normal.

"I'D LIKE ONE LARGE PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEPPERONI PIZZA!" He shouted. As usual, Gino denied him the pizza, and went into a rant about how fucking annoying Khonjin is.

"I'd really like to kill you," Gino said.

"WELL, I'D LIKE ONE LARGE PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP-PEP----"

"I'll-a get that for ya, Khonjin. You don't need to make-a Gino blow a gasket, do ya?" Gay Spaghetti Chef barged in, attempting to cool things down before Gino flipped on Khonjin like he had a few times before. Few being an understatement.

"Ahhh, Spag. Thank you for that," Khonjin said.

"Not a problem, Khonjin." Spag nodded kindly and briskly walked to the kitchen. Khonjin decided to follow him in, and softly whispered to Spag before being pulled out by Gino.

"Hand the Pizza to me outside in the alley, please," he said, almost muttering.

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Khonjin and Gay Spaghetti Chef stood outside of the pizzeria, in the alleyway.

"So-a.... Why'd you pull me out-a here, Khonjin?" Gay Spaghetti Chef asked.

"Well, I kind of have something to tell you. I feel like you'd maybe know how to help. There's, uh... This..."

"This-a what?"

"This ghost of sorts in my house, talking to me through my laptop. I open up twitter and the ghost types tweets but doesn't post 'em. It's like, kinda weird, because  I just talk to it, you know, normally."

"A ghost? Shouldn't Gino a-know about this?"

"He kinda hates me."

"It's-a just tough love, I bet! He does-a care a lot about ya."

"I know, but-"

"Oh, you don't have-ta say a thing more. I understand-a why you wouldn't wanna tell everything to Gino."

"Thanks, Gay Spaghetti," Khonjin replied. Spag handed him the pizza box. "And thank you for the pizza."

"I hope you have-a luck with that ghost!" Gay Spaghetti Chef said kindly as KHonjin began to leave.

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Khonjin opened the door to his house again. He walked in, shut the door and locked it, and then walked over to his couch. He set the pizza down on his coffee table. He flipped open his laptop and sighed as he sat down on the couch. Twitter was already open.

"If I give you this pizza, will you reveal yourself to me?" He pointed to the box of pizza beside the laptop.

No. It'd fall through me. Don't waste pizza on silly things.

"Okay. Will you reveal yourself to me anyways?"

No.

"GOD DAMMIT!" There was a giggle.

The ghost actually giggled a little bit. And Khonjin heard the giggle too.

"Whoa..."

What?

The noise stopped.

"Ohhhh man. Oh, you laughed at me! I heard that."

Yeah yeah, big deal. I'm not doing that again.

Khonjin decided to attempt at finding out where the ghost REALLY was. He already knew the ghost sounded like a man, but a man with a girlish laugh of sorts. Khonjin impulsively reached out in front of him, as though trying to touch the ghost. He felt a little shake. The laptop lifted itself up --- or possibly got lifted up by the ghost --- and the keys on the keyboard spelled out an abnormally angry message.

GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM ME UNLESS YOU'RE TRYING TO REACH THROUGH MY INTESTINES.

"Oh, sorry. I couldn't SEE you."

The laptop angrily set itself down. Everything in the room became quiet, and it was clear that the ghost had left.

"Oh, c'mon, don't leave me!"

No answer. Khonjin sighed.

"Well, it's getting late. I'll just go to bed, then... And if you want to, oh, I don't know, talk to me tomorrow, the laptop is open." Khonjin picked up his laptop and carried it back to his room. He set it down on his dresser and left it open. He quickly changed into his pajamas, assuming the ghost wasn't around (which was true), and flopped down on his bed. He tucked himself into his bed and fell asleep.

He dreamed about pizza.