eddie | youtuber | ghost magnet
"If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other."
[pm] Good. Convulsions are better than sadness. And I prefer to think of myself as having a certain “charm” but thanks for that.
Hmmm. Weeeelll was at Soul on the Rocks last week and that did not turn out well so lets go somewhere different. Maybe Dell’s?
[pm] Soul on the Rocks is the worst bar in all of Ashkent. The patrons are rowdy and the bartenders are hot as hell disgusting. And, honestly, I’d be happy if the place burned to the ground. Mm, too much. I wouldn’t be caught dead there. He probably would kill me if I showed up. Hah. I fucking hate my life.
[pm] Small dogs yea. Those suckers can live forever.
-le gasp- I am shookith. Not about you hating your life (because who doesnt) but about you being a human. Though the offer still stands if you wanna go drink?
[pm] You just le gasped at me. Sorry, I think I’m gonna start convulsing. You’re a little weird, you know that? In a good way. But that’s coming from someone who just pretended to be a dog. :/
Yeah, let’s get fucking schwasted. Where do you wanna go?
[pm] I mean I’m always down to sit on a bar stool and slowly drink problems away if that what you need. Or I guess we could do something sober…. Actually fuck. Please tell me you’re over 21 and I didn’t just accidentally solicit a minor
[pm] You meet a lot of dogs over the age of 21?
Well, I guess now’s as good a time as any to admit the hard truth, I’m a human person and I hate it. But I am old enough to get completely fucking wasted, so you’re good.
Do you need to like talk about it? Or like a bully rub or something?
I think the world would be a better place if everyone got a good belly rub now and then but, unfortunately, I think I’m beyond that.
[pm] If you were serious though, I wouldn’t say no to getting out of the house. I’m really curious about you. This place is starting to feel like a coffin.
The act of leaving Owen’s house with the taste of him still fresh on Eddie’s lips was excruciating. He’d gotten what he wanted, for the pang he felt in his heart to be mutual, but he hadn’t earned it. Something sinister had rooted itself in Owen’s brain and turned him into someone else; someone that Eddie had no desire to love or cater to. The brash, egotistical man that had Eddie sporting a school boy crush had vanished before his eyes and he was left to miss him quite desperately. It was time to hail a cab, get to the bottom of this, and hopefully bring Owen back.
He’d only been out in the cold for a few moments but his fingers were already frozen, making dialing numbers a foreign task to the once dexterous appendages. “Fucking Christ.” Eddie mumbled under his breath as he realized that the chill in the air was also sucking the life out of his phone battery. “One fuckin’ percent, huh?” An unfamiliar voice chimed in. “Ain’t that a bitch.”
Eddie spun, startled by the sudden arrival of a stranger. The vision he was met with was translucent; a ghost. The pounding in Eddie’s chest managed to die down though the ability to form words still alluded him. The ghost didn’t seem to mind and took Eddie’s silence as a chance to speak once more. “Can’t rely on technology for anything. Analog or bust, I always say.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie snapped uncharacteristically. The ghost, rather than taking offense, simply smirked. “Wanna run that by me again, junior? Based on your reaction, I sure as hell ain’t the first ghost you’ve ever seen, so you should know better than to disrespect the dead like that. I may not be uppity like some of my fellow stiffs, but I’ve still got standards.” Eddie studied the specter for a moment; a bearded man somewhere in his 40′s. His gut was noticeable in spite of the fact that the rest of him seemed toned and taken care of. Eddie assumed he must have been a drinker when he was alive; just that kind of vibe.
“Sorry,” What the hell was he sorry for exactly? “I don’t have time to help you finish any, uh, business tonight. I--”
“Now, who the hell asked you for help? You’ve got this backwards, kid. Saw what went down at that bar you were at, followed you to see how it played out. That bartender really deserves a good fist to the jaw, if you ask me.” The ghost mimed a killer right hook before laughing. Despite feeling violated by the news that a stranger had watched his night spiral out of control, Eddie kept his composure. “Alright, I’ve got a hero complex, sue me,” he began, “what do you know that I don’t?”
“You got all night?” The specter asked mirthfully which earned him a glare from Eddie. “Right, guessin’ you’re not in the mood for jokes. That bartender spiked your, uh, friend’s drink with something that gives roofies a run for their money.” Anger wrapped it’s ugly tendrils around Eddie’s heart; of course it him. “Love potion, I believe. I spend a lot of time at that bar and he does this when he gets bored, you know. You two were apparently just too good to pass up.” Eddie’s heart sank at the realization that everything Owen had said had been a lie brought on by a drug that rendered him love struck. Disgust surfaced when he realized that what he said hadn’t been inspired by supernatural means and Owen would likely remember every last embarrassing thing he had said. “That son a bitch.” Eddie was surprised by the meekness of his own voice. “Exactly what I’ve been saying for months.” The ghost replied. “Really could use some straightening out, if you ask me.”
The idea of revenge seemed impossibly sweet to Eddie. He wanted to make the bartender sorry for ever toying with Owen. He had no idea what the aftermath of tonight would be but the idea of tomorrow filled him with unbridled anxiety. “Thanks for the information.” Eddie spoke, mind already a thousand miles away as he tried to piece together a decent revenge plot, something he’d never thought he would have to do. He started his way back to the bar on foot when the ghost appeared directly in front of him. Annoyance etched on Eddie’s face, he took a step back. “Really? I thought you wanted him straightened out or whatever, just let me go.”
“In your current state? Nah,” the ghost spoke flippantly with a shrug, “I’ve got this one. Don’t get your hands dirty unless you need to, kid. Besides, something tells me I’ve got more experience with this sort of thing. Leave it to me and I can guarantee that prick won’t be spiking anyone’s drinks ever again.” Eddie eyed the ghost skeptically. “Yeah, and what exactly is in it for you?”
“I may call on you for a favor sometime in the future. Closure, you know.”
It was undeniable that Eddie had no idea what he was doing and this seemed like a fair enough deal. “Can I at least know the name of the person I’m gonna be owing?”
“You can call me Oscar.”
The next morning it was all over the local news; bartender at The Empty Glass brutally murdered. No suspects, no leads, nothing. Eddie was terrified and alone. Had he caused this?
[pm] Said no one to me, ever. I’ll bring you a helmet if you’re willing to sacrifice the hair. Also, no vlogging while driving.
[pm] The hair has already been sacrificed today. Yeah, no worries. Safety first. I wouldn’t even dream of being on camera right now. My eyes are too bloodshot.
[pm] Guess I’m picking you up, then. Wear something that might maybe protect your skin if it were to like… skid across pavement or something non-specific.
[pm] Sounds like he got what he earned You’re right, he does sound monumentally stupid. I’m glad you won’t be seeing him ag
Don’t you dare have a mental breakdown over a fucking murderer, alright?
[pm] I knew you wouldn’t get this. I knew that I’d be alone in this, but you have no idea. I love him the way I could have loved you, almost loved you, but I want your life to be so much less complicated than it is because you deserve that at least. But I’m fucking drowning here, Reza. I miss him. I miss him. It wasn’t even serious and I feel more alone than I ever have before. God, I wish you could just fucking be there for me, but I know you can’t.
[pm] Are you actually surpr Wait, you’re hurt by thi Guess he doesn’t sugarcoat things. What the hell did you do to piss him off?
[pm] I didn’t do anything. Someone drugged him and I didn’t realize it at first, or maybe I did, but he was so nice and I thought... I dunno, maybe I’d earned that. Monumentally stupid, I know.
Also, the person who drugged him may not be alive any
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