Tattooed Away

Chapter 8

Please excuse my language children but here I am, in the fucking Spirit World. The girl who transplanted me here just whisked herself out the door leaving me with merely a hint needing to figure out my purpose here. However, As of now, I have no way of figuring that out. I have Amy Winehouse to my right and a bunch of mismatched rappers to my left. Oh, and I have bunny ears. Pretty glad I decided to get a tattoo tonight.

"So...?" I look to Amy expectantly.

"So, I have a poker game to prepare for, Thursdays are for gambling!"

There are a few harr harrs from the boys in the corner and their practice session seems to have ended. One of the guys walked straight towards me with his hand out. I gave him a sweet smile, stretched out my hand in return, and almost got a hello out of my mouth before I yelped in disgust. Looking down I see that instead of a hand, I had grabbed a tentacle! The boys burst out laughing.

"What the fuck!"

"Your telling me, bunny ears!" The gloomy looking boy cackled a few moments longer and then sobered up quickly. "I do it to all the newbies...I really wanted some bacon, and some octopus really wanted a hand...well you feel better about your ears now right?!"

I had barely gotten my heart-rate back to normal and gave him a polite nod.

"My name is Matt, Matt Champion. Have you heard of me?" He had a slight southern twang.

"Um, no I'm sorry...have we met before?" I was used to this, people always wanted to know if I remembered them. There is really no point in being dishonest because then they will just expect me to remember details about them, which is pretty much impossible with millions of fans.

"Nah, it's just my band, Brockhampton, we are really hustlin' and you...you're dope and if you knew who I was it would've been tight." He was silent for a moment and then added, "But now you do! And there is no way you are going to forget this." He wiggled his arm and shot me a surprisingly brilliant smile.

"Ariana meet Ameer, Kevin, and Kiko. We are some of the few humans who have figured out how to go back and forth between the Spirit World and reality-"Amy yelled lucky! from behind stacks of poker chips, Matt scoffed in response and finished "-so we come over here to practice and for inspiration."

"Great! So you can help me get back!" My heart began to lift with optimism.

"No, no, no..." The guy Matt had introduced as Ameer, replied; he wouldn't hold eye contact with me, glancing up and then bashfully turning away.

"Yeah, you have to follow the Spirits lead and figure it out. Listen we had to do it on our own and so do you, trust the process." Matt continued.

Before I had a chance to explain how I didn't understand and hated this so called process, I heard footsteps outside the door and then three quick knocks sounded into the room.

"Poker time, playahs!" Amy chirped and ran to the door.

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Writer's Note

Gah you are amazing! Thank you for reading these eight chapters! If you have a moment, please give me feedback on what you have read so far. I want to improve and make good stories and I need your help! Also, message me if you want a friend :)