[EDIT: OLD FANFIC, KINDA CRINGY] There are those with a good life, those with an acceptable life, and those with a not so smooth life. And then there are those with an absolutely crappy life. Kennith Simmons was a pretty good example of this type of person, because his life was a complete failure. He had no friends, was always picked on by everyone, even his parents hated him. In short, there didn't seem to be one person who liked him. Well... except for this (y/n) he met on the roof of a gas station one day. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This fanfiction contains dark themes, such as death, suicide, alcoholism, vulgar language, depression & hypnosis/brainwashing The characters, songs, and COMMUNICATIONS in general belong to GHOST.

In 1987, an 18 year old boy named Kennith Simmons hacked a national television broadcast for about 24 hours, starting once the particular station getting hijacked went off air and ending around the same time the following night. During this event, a program of colors and audio frequencies was broadcasted, causing it's viewers to fall into a brainwashed state. Viewers were unable to turn the TV off, look away, or do anything that could break the trance. Viewers were told horrible things about how unloved they are, how nobody would care if they died... - The Communications Series and Kennith belong to GHOST. I also copy and pasted the description for this book from the wiki, which also belongs to GHOST.

In my personal fantasy land, anything is possible, dear. The only downside is that things work differently. Not worse; just differently. / Yes? What is it? / ... / It would be only right, dear. This place caters to my wants, and it would be incomplete without my biggest desire... having you with me. / Will you stay, dear? In this forever reverie?

We're done with this series when I say we're done with this series

Please what. I'm not into that type of thing but felt like it GHOST is cool And uh I added alot of characters.