𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐙 💬 ⦅𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘛 ⦆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

•CHAPTER ONE•

PART ONE OUT OF TWO

(bc this was originally 2000 words long)

"
NO ONE LISTENS TO YOU
WHEN YOUR DEAD.
"

Ghostbuster's point of view
"REMIND ME WHY you're doing this for her, champ?" The ghosted bartender stared at me in bewilderment after I practically spilled my guts; ranting to him. "Moon-cakes only told me that it was best to run and for me to find proof the sicko was guilty. I warned her," I took a swig of whiskey under the sheet which I snatched as camouflage. "—But I want that bug gone as much as she does."

MoonCakes was a code name for Y/n, If I actually said her name, I'm going to be next in line to be in some vacuum. I've also checked with y/n's family, but could never tell both her mothers' her location. How could I? it ached like a damn bullet shooting through me like old times; keeping my mouth shut.

"You're insane." The bartender laughed, cleaning a cup with a cloth. I winced, "C'mon Bythwith! I need your advice!" I slumped down, head resting on the table. "Well," Bythwith adjusted his somewhat-broken glasses, put down his clean cup. And stroked his pure white beard.

"if it were me, I would sail across the seven seas just to look for her. When I would, I snatch her into an embrace and kiss her. then tell her she's mad to think she's going to be alone on her quest." it was like he almost narrated it.

But the color hit in my face, glowing pink under the sheets. He smiled looking through my camouflage. I only covered myself with my hands. Like that would help...

"I'm dead! I literally- can't kiss people!" I pour myself a drink, rambling how I'm hopeless about romance. "And yet, you're in deep-sea love." Bythwith put a hand on the hip. "I'm not a sailor, Mr.Byth," I muttered.

"You don't have to be a sailor to have a true undead heart. We lived in different parts of time but we both had what it took to be a true man." Bythwith glanced back at the customer and took their order.

"Bythwith you're old, but thank you." I was probably smiling so dumb right now. He was a man from the 1700s. I was alive around the 1950s. Mr.Byth was such a father figure to me when I never knew my actual father was like. Pretty sure my real father is probably dead in peace while us ghosts have unfinished business here.

But I stand up; saying my goodbyes around the bar. Can't believe Bythwith would want this to become a Bar and barbershop in one building. Not sure if I should stop him though.

floating on the side of the street, This ditch is filled with apartments like wasp nests. If you looked further away from the buildings between it. I glanced at the wizards, witches, and monsters as they barely left space in the streets. There were new moth hybrids with dusty grey colors, but unique creatures to the eye.

I felt my sheet pulling down, I pulled back up as a small gasp was behind me. "mr.ghost??" A small moth hybrid size to be about 4, tilted her head. I stare at her, not saying anything.

You know, I never saw moth children; they were either protected by their parents' wings or just never seen in public before.

She wore a crimson red oversize sweater, a Overall with a spatter of different blues. Hello-kitty— what zit-chalets, band-aids on her knees. And her shoes covered in glitter. When she moved, her shoes would glow up. Her inky black hair in buns and braids.

"um...Are you lost?" I spoke to the child, she only responded by giving me a book. "Mr.ghost!" The kid showed me the cover of a ghost with a fedora spooking some bad guys. The title says "Mr.Ghost and the ruffians' gang!" (I immediately feel called out)

Did,, did the kid think that I'm him? Do I look like those horrible costume kids wear? I play along nonetheless. "So you found me?" I tilted my head. The kid's eyes lit up with her black hues. "Mr.ghost! I'm Julie! I really liked your hat and how you beat up bad guys! My teacher reads all your books with me and my class! you help little monsters like me!" She went on with her fan girl talk— then her smile was gone.

I was shocked, what happened?? "hey, hey, what's wrong, kid?" I put a hand on top of her head, trying my best for my hand to not go through her. "Mr.Ghost gets his powers from his hat. Where is it?"

I looked around. "I was just looking for It! But what's with the gloom, kid?" Julie replied with sniffles "My mommy is gone and I can't find her.." she frowned and her eyes turned glossy. "You need your hat to get your powers to help me!"

I nodded my head, "alright then let's—" I bumped into someone, no something. A werewolf, wearing a very, very ridiculously tiny hat. "Watch where you goin' whitey." He growled and his pack laughed right at me. Then the werewolf pulled on my camouflage; "what is this anyway? Looks fucking horrible." I pulled back, hushing a curse. "I would prefer you don't touch that. Thank you." I tried to give him my nicest voice.

Wait, what was that thing? Oh—

✨🔆WITCH LESSON NUMBER TWO: THE MONSTERS LARGER DO NOT SCARE US. THEY ARE ASSHOLES.🔆✨

The pack looked at me in disbelief, "What?" Tiny hat showed his teeth even more. Nothing else but Razor-sharp. "The hell do you think you are?" He attempted to shove me; it went through me. Not the sheet, nearly getting scratched off.

"Just a ghost," I replied. I was only earned by the pack going dangerously close.

"—Who needs a magic hat!" I cried as I swiped and stole the hat. Swooping the moth and flew off. Passing through everyone and I was gazed upon before they were shoved by the wolves screaming back for the hat. "Later fellas!" I zoomed past, Julie was covering her face but she was a giggle fit!

In this ditch(I always referred to y/n's homeland this) which you would call a road; we used just open space (which can be 50 feet tall). We would call these Leaps of faith, Fall Backs, these are used by people to get to places for young wizards or witches learning how to fly. Roads are less common here.

What I'm trying to say is, I could go there, but it would be crowded with Broomsticks. But it will lose the werewolves. I'm willing to take a risk.

But we have a problem, Julie is hiding and she hasn't even moved from covering her face with her book.

I clear my throat, "Say, could you read a couple of pages about how Mr.Ghost does when he gets his powers?" The kid merely smiles at me and opens her book and flips pages until she stops. She points, and he words or more exaggerated of pronouncing the words wrong.

She's a horrible reader. Great. She begins, "Mr.Ghost... Poe-were -" I correct her, "Power," a chuckle left my mouth.

"Power-Ups when he knows his monster friends are in, I'm- in-" She stutters throughout the whole thing. "Immediate Danger." I say again, "Kid that was 'Car' not cat." It continued like this and my laughter has gotten louder. "No that's called a Fedora!"

__________

If only he knew he left his guard down, floating down and lower. GhostBusters sheet was flipped over, only to look into nothing, only muffled cries and pure darkness. but felt a weight off his cold hands. Ghostbuster came to realize, There was no weight, there were no giggles, not her tripping off her words. There was no Julie.

He panicked "Julie?!" fixing his sheet sloppily. It went through his mind, he hated these feelings. A memory flickered into his mind like a lighter. Getting vividly clearer; an elegant woman in 1950's fashion yet something felt horribly off. Her toxic smiles... "Andrew." It's feminine voice echoed, her voice was insanely sweet and calm. "Till death do us apart, right, Andrew?"

that led him to what he was now. Dead. " Delilah.." his voice raspy and choked up.

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