Even if it was a character. The guy was hot. I mean cute if course. Totally. (fluffing kids)
The guy was all by himself. I turn away because boys are trouble. That's what I would've said if I didn't walk straight for him. I got stopped by this girl. Was mostly neon blue. I couldn't tell if she was a blue sun or a "KAWAII WOLFF GURL" like she claims to be. "BACK OFF. HE'S MINE. YOU'LL BE SORRY. I'LL KILL AND TORTURE YOU!!!" She sounded like one of those horrible fangirls. Like really bad. The boy had gone to talk to another girl. It was pretty sad.
"Look behind you kid." I said.
She stormed off apparently going to come back. I saw that girl getting ripped to shreds. The look on the guys face. I got out of the place. It was crazy and like one of those cringy corners where roleplayers do their role-play in the fiery depths of a chat or online hangout place. (I'm usually dead)
Someone comes from behind me and shouts, "Boo"
It didn't faze me whatsoever. I turn around and I see the most normal looking person I've seen.
"Are you a character?" I ask.
"Aren't we all?" He starts laughing. I wasn't sure whether to laugh with him or stay silent.
"What are you?"
"Dead."
What. Same to be honest.
"What did you mean by dead?"
"I'm a corpse that has rised from the dead because a necromancer had cast a spell in the graveyard. I gained free will. I killed him and now we're here."
"We're here?"
He pulls out shrunken head. I go to touch it but he pulls it away.
"You can't touch it without special gloves."
"Why not?"
"The head gives uncertain amounts of power to only one person."
"..."
"With that power there are many things a person can do."
"Well. Why don't you use it?"
"If I used it I'd revert back to being dead and the power would be drained."
"..."
"Only the living can use it."
It didn't make sense to me how he had slain the necromancer but couldn't use the magic to come with it.
"I can however. Use his staff."
Well. Handy.
"What are you doing here? I've never seen you around."
"I don't really know."
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