Ricky Goldsworth had been an ongoing bit on the show. Ryan will admit, he's been playing it up for the fans, but it's not all just theatrics.
"All i know is uh, Ricky Goldsworth may come back. Just don't make him angry." Ryan was staring at Shane with a grin.
"What- will we like him when he's angry?"
"Why don't you stop asking me questions." Ryan quickly snapped back, slightly taken aback by his own quick response.
"Oh, jesus" Shane muttered
"Sorry, sorry." Ryan mumbled "Sometimes i gotta suppress him down." That wasn't a complete lie. He did sometimes feel like someone else took over and made him say or do things he didn't necessarily want to in the moment.
"You may be possessed by the spirit of Ricky Goldsworth." Shane joked
Ryan laughed nervously "No im not possessed- Shut up." The last two words involuntarily harsh.
'What if Shane was onto something? Could he actually be possessed?' Ryan wondered.
Just an hour after Ryan had went to bed, he seemed to get up again. Ricky was awake, and he knew he had to do something. Ryan was seriously starting to catch on, and this Shane guy was only making it worse. He would have to get rid of him somehow. He would have to get Shane somewhere alone. That probably wouldn't be an issue as Shane trusted Ryan. But Ricky would have to learn how to act enough like Ryan that Shane wouldn't suspect that something was up. Ricky decided he would lay low for a few days and just observe Ryan, so he could learn how to impersonate him.
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The Tales Of Ricky Goldsworth
FanfictionThe next morning when Ryan woke up he felt just as tired again. He groaned as he sat up, stretched and turned on the light. He let out a loud scream when he looked down at his hands in the light. They were red with blood. Follow Ryan Bergara and Sh...
