Jachary Oneshots.

D - Dead & Dark Dude

//Alliterationssss!!!!\\

(Zach's PoV)

I hummed as I applied ketchup to the godly sandwich that I'd created. It was beautiful - a masterpiece that deserved to be placed in the Museum of Magical Foods. Well...more of Moldy Magical foods. Pretty soon, the sandwich would grow mold...unless I ate the delicious thing.

I sunk my teeth into the brown bread and took a bite. Delicious. Delectable. 

"That's a hella nice lookin' sandwich," A voice said. I jumped and dropped my sandwich, yelping. Who the hell was in my house?! I lived alone with my thoughts! I mean...what?

"What the fuck!? Who's there! I have a..." I lifted up the nearest thing. "A spoon? A spoon! And I'm not afraid to use it to end you!"

"you can hear me?" The voice said.

"Quit playing games!" I screamed. Then added quietly "With my heart." 

What? I'm a backstreeter.

"I'm not playing, Kid. I'm actually surprised you can hear me."

"Show yourself, Creepo! And I'm not a kid!" I added, in a whiny voice.

"Uh, okay." Suddenly, a boy...well, man - he looked to be about 19 appeared in front of me. He was wearing a black hoodie jacket that was only zipped up half way and grey jeans. 

"Wow, dude. You're hot...I mean...what?" Damn it. I wasn't supposed to say that aloud.

"Thanks, kid. I'm Jack and I'm dead."

"Get out of my house Jack and I'm dea- wait what? What do you mean dead?"

"What do you think I mean by dead? I'm dead. I died. A ghostly ghost~! Booh."

"Yeah right."

"Fine, don't believe me, kiddo? Touch me. See what happens." I stared at him nervously and stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder...which went right through him. I jumped back and stared at him, gaping.

"Holy guacamole - you are dead!" 

"I just said that. And you can see me... Which is odd...because normally no one can see me. I've roamed the Earth for almost a hundred years."

"No you haven't. You're wearing a hoodie."

"Damn it. Well, I tried. More of ten years."

"Woah. That's cool. So...no one can see you...? But me?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't you go to heaven or whatever?"

"I didn't get what I desired. My needs weren't fulfilled or whatever. Apparently until I get what I've always wanted, I can't leave. Which doesn't make sense because how the fuck am I supposed to do that when no one can see me!?"

"Except you..." Jack added.

"What's it that you desire?"

"That's the thing! I don't know! But it has something to do with you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you can see me. It's a sign."

"Huh?" At this point, I had no idea what was going on. He needed me? Why me? Why was I important? Why could I see him? What was I supposed to do? And the most important question...would I ever be able to make a beautiful sandwich ever again? Speaking of which...

"Well, Jack. You made me drop my sandwich! And it was so good." I whined. "Now what am I gonna eat?"

"Going to."