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Spirits and Pain (part 6)

“Got any seven’s?” Carol asks glancing up at Breadstick Boy. “No. I swear I don’t you French asshole.” Breadstick Boy says flicking through his deck with a bored looking face, clearly not amused muttering Italian to himself before letting out a deep sigh and grabbing a card from the center deck finding its a seven and flicking it towards the French woman across from him

They play until they finish the round, Carol rightfully winning. “Well that was quite the round don’t you think my Italian ami. What do you say to a little snack, i’m feeling quite famished myself how about you?” Carol asks smiling sweetly while breadstick boy collects the deck of cards placing them in his satchel.

“Carol, my friend, we’re ghosts, we don’t need to eat. Plus I’m not hungry.”

“Well even though we don’t need to you ha-“ 

She’s cut off suddenly when a teenager wearing dirty used-to-be-white skinny jeans and a Panic! At The Disco hoodie crashes onto the table breaking it before bolting upright and exclaiming “Holy shit! That was a fucking rush and I’m suddenly dizzy. Shit.”

Breadstick Boy and Carol both shriek in their native languages, Carol tossing her tea cup into the air in a panic and Breadstick jumping up slightly. Both ghosts scream for another moment before clutching their chests and breathing heavily trying to steady their heart beats.

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Circus manages to a table, of all things she crashes into its a table why couldn’t she have an easier landing like the last jump? She sits there slightly dazed while the ghosts to her left and right regain their ghostly breaths. It’s a moment before her vision clears enough to note that she actually back in the land of the dead. The moments following what phantom would consider a grand idiotic entrance are very awkward to say the least, lots of awkward eye contact, it’s another moment before she says “Hey! So um yeah, I’m back. I’d like my sister please.” She watches Breadstick and Carols faces shape into ones of un-amusement. They look at her for a moment before Carol simply states “welcome back. You shouldn’t be here. Also, I’m afraid we’re not in the positions to give her back to you dear.”

“Oh. Well. I guess we’re gonna have to fucking waltz are way there and stab a few bitches.” Circus says grinning like an idiot.

“N-no. We’re definitely not going to do that cause your going home.” Carol states.

“Oh ha ha. Your funny. Listen here you asshole I’m not leaving until I get my sister back, in one piece might I add, so why don’t you two so kindly take me to her?”

Breadstick continues staring slowly eating a breadstick and eyeing up circus once again. “Alright. Get your shit together and let’s go.” He says turning on his heel, grabbing his breadstick basket and proudly marching off.

“Wait what? NO, Breadstick unless you have a death wish I suggest we just send her home!” Carol calls out.

Circus still standing next to Carol places her hand on carols shoulder simply stating “your all already dead. There’s no harm. Now let’s go my French witch.”

“I’m not a witch.” The French woman mutters to herself following Breadstick and Circus clearly not amused whatsoever.

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Phantom had some how managed to doodle all over the wall. Literally it’s a bunch of light grey and red. Most of it quite happy. She’d been thinking while doing this and came to the conclusion that Circus, like the occasional idiot she is, stupidly spent a little too long in her room and the depressive aura held within phantoms void got to her head. She also managed to come to the conclusion that Breadstick had cheated at all those card games they’d played just cause he wanted the right to say he was the best, well jokes on him he’s clearly never played against Wild Bill Hickok who’d literally fucking died playing poker in a bar in Deadwood, South Dakota. She sits there tapping the pen against her knee considering setting them up against each other if she ever gets out, Wild Bill will probably win, Breadstick is good at poker, but Wild Bill has the Dead Man’s Hand.

She continues sitting there flipping through the death records of everyone who’s has horrid gruesome or utterly pointless deaths in history, basically everyone who’s died, its organized in years so she flips through till she get to 2016 once again reading Breadsticks file and trying to figure out the little Italians actual name. She will get it, even if she has to take a bread stick to the heart. If she can take gun shots, knives, scalpels and god knows what else a breadstick will not stop her. Nor will a cell of fucking stone.

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Fandom: Comedy was needed so I gave comedy. Somewhat. Funny thing I didn’t need to google anything on Wild Bill cause I knew it already. I like ghost stories, they’re tragic and all that shit. But yeah how’s your day? *sips coffee*

@geekyfox2 comedy was given a shot my Sadistic Bitch.

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Spirits and Pain (part 2)

Circus' legs stiffen upon being pushed into a crowd of dead people, there is no way in hell she is going to be pushed into a crowd where the sixteenth president of the United States is having tea and crumpets with Bloody Mary and listening to Elvis Presley. She manages to shift to a stop before they can even enter the crowd turning around and looking at her sister who obviously wasn't very amused by a sudden stop. "Explain Phantom. Now."

"Ugh, ok here's the deal, your a ghost. Your not dead, your just a temporary ghost it's something I can do, I don't know how to explain it okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. But I'm not walking into a crowd where the sixteenth president is having tea with Bloody Mary. I'd rather be sent to hell."

"Too bad. You asked for this."

"No phantom. I didn't. You could have just left me alone and let me die. Let's just go. I don't wanna be here." Circus says folding her arms looking down. She waits for a moment before looking back up to find that Phantom is gone, slightly concerned she looks around finding that all of the ghosts are gone. Well all but two. Circus looks around one more time before making her way towards the ghosts, when she gets closer she finds that one is a little boy and the other is a woman. The little boy holding a small basket of breadsticks and the woman holding a cup of tea.

The little boy seems around the age of eight or nine with dark brown hair and green eyes, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with some sneakers and a dark gray flat cap, he seems to be Italian as he's speaking the language but why he's holding breadsticks circus has no idea, maybe he died because of them?.

The woman is somewhat tall yet still short, she's wearing black skinny jeans, no shoes, a lovely crimson red shirt, her long blonde hair tied up in a bun. She seems to have vampiric fangs, crimson red iris' and she seems to be glitching. Circus walks up to them slowly, slightly nervous, should she be nervous? It's probably right to be nervous one of them has breadsticks and she's learned that people holding breadsticks are not to be messed with. She stops awkwardly a couple feet away from them, the woman glancing over then looking back at the boy before looking back at circus with a questionable face, one that says ok what the fuck? She stares at her for another moment before calmly going "can I help you?"

Caught slightly off guard Circus manages to get out "um…have you seen a ghost?"

The woman looks at her like she's insane, she's about to say something when the little boy pipes up and says in perfect English, surprisingly, "we're all ghosts, we all died. Some were assassinated other were put on trial and executed, some were murdered and some just got blown up like Darkiishu here." He says jabbing a thumb at the woman, apparently Darkiishu, next to him. All circus can do is stare, she's so confused, overwhelmed, where the fuck did Phantom go? Where did all the other ghosts go? Millions of ghosts don't just disappear like that. She looks around again starting to panic, she can't be dead? This can't be the land of the dead can it? Oh god where did Phantom go?! She starts to frantically fidget looking around more frantically just wanting to see her sister again, she doesn't know what came over her she doesn't want to stay here she CAN'T stay here. Once again she breaks down falling to her knees starting to cry in fear she may actually be dead.

Darkiishu and Breadstick Boy just stand and watch, never really having to deal with something like this before, it's kinda strange, and concerning.

Circus can't stop crying, she just wants her sister next to her again, it was nice, what she had said before, whatever it was, she knew Phantom did in fact care she just never showed it. She feels as if she's hanging off the edge of a cliff, she just wants someone to pull her up and tell her is okay, that she's safe, that she won't slip into a state of depression she can't get out of.

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Phantom and the other millions of ghosts disappear quickly, it wasn't planned, phantom was going to take Circus back but apparently the Council of The Dead said otherwise. Great.

Everyone's seated in a chair, holding the same book each, a book full of every single death in history, a very large book to say the least, everyone's whispering wondering why they suddenly appeared here, two seats remain empty closer to the front, something went wrong and someone's in trouble.

The council members walk in and the room falls silent as they take a seat in their chairs lined up next to each other looking down on the millions of ghosts before them. The head of the council, Elizabeth the 1st, takes the gavel in hand pounding it on the desk calling the assembly to order.

"Someone has brought a living person into the land of the dead." She announces clearly. Almost immediately the room erupts in a wave of yelling, different languages all over filling the room, Phantom sinks lower into her chair fully knowing what she did and fully aware of the punishment her and her sister would have to endure if caught.

The twelve council members raise their gavels in unison and slam them down together creating a single bang silencing the room. Elizabeth stands folding her arms behind her back and announcing very clearly "I want the ghost or spirit who did this in front of this table and crowd immediately. Or else everyone in this land will be questioned until you break. Now who ever did this come up here now!".

No one gets up, Phantom considers getting up, just to get it over with, she knows the punishment, she's had to inflict it several times before and she knows it's painful as all hell. Worst part is, it's for an eternity. She sinks a little lower into her chair pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, it doesn't affect anyone in the room, they're all fucking dead. Others smoke cigars, some drink, some vigorously tap their knees, some fiddle with weapons, others have seemingly fallen asleep.

"Very well. If no one is going to come up here then why don't we bring in the living." The queen says snapping her fingers. Immediately Darkii and Breadstick Boy appear holding Circus in their grip, she looks broken and scared.

Phantom can't take it anymore. She jumps up and screams "I DID IT!" Everyone turns their heads toward her, some in slight shock, others not so much. Two guards come up and pull Phantom along to the front of the room, she's not even gonna try to fight.

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Circus feels Darkii and Breadstick Boy, who apparently doesn't have a name, pull her up to her feet, not bothering to help her calm down, as soon as she's standing the three explode into baby blue smoke and reappear in a room, every single ghost in the room, even Phantom. Oh god? What's happening? Is she in trouble?! Circus starts getting visibly scared and overwhelmed, on the verge of panicking and breaking down again, she's about to fall over and start crying again when suddenly Phantom is literally thrown down right next to her.

The twelve council members stand, having come to an agreement immediately, all clearly angry.

Circus feels phantom place her arm around her shoulder helping her stand and keep balanced. Circus glances at Phantom who is clearly scared to death of these twelve ghosts. She looks back at the members of the council, Elizabeth standing in the center looking at Phantom before stating "you have broken the biggest rule in this world. You were strictly told to not bring any living into this world ever. For your crime you shall be punished in the same way you have punished others. Now you," she says looking at Circus who's showing clear fear in her eyes. "You will be sent back to the living and you will not be allowed into this world ever again. As for your sister she will not be allowed back into the world of the living and will be eternally tortured. Do you both understand me?" The queen says sternly, both girls nod, Phantom letting go and walking away with four guards surrounding her. Circus, in a single puff of smoke reappears back in Phantoms void, her sisters physical body slumped down against the couch as if she's just asleep.

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Fandom: ohhh it's getting good huh? So punishment is gonna be fun to write! Poor Circus what's she gonna do fully knowing that her sister is gonna be punished in the same ways she's punished others. Well I guess you'll have to wait and see won't you? :3

@geekyfox2 these are short I know. But they're good! What will the happy bean do now Sadistic Bitch?

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Spirits and Pain (Part 1)

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self harm and suicide if you are sensitive to that type of stuff either don't read or proceed with extreme caution!!!!

Warning: Angst.

She ran ahead of the black smoke chasing her close behind, she couldn't let it swallow her whole, not like it did her sister. She continued to run, her black leather boots pounding against the white ground, her small brown leather backpack swung over her shoulder. "Almost…there!" She said between gasps for breath, she glanced back at the black smoke charging toward her, depression, something she didn't really like seeing in her sister it's made her sister do awful things to herself, she watched as the smoke started to retreat yet still charging for her. The closer she got to her sisters half of whatever void the split they more the depression would retreat. She looked forward again and skidded to a stop almost slamming right into the barrier that divided the rooms. She glanced back at the smoke which slowed down but still coming nonetheless before banging on the charcoal black barrier, "hey! Ghosty you wanna let me in? It would be very much appreciated!" She yelled before going quiet and listening for her ghostly sisters footsteps. Finally she opened the door and leaned against the frame, she had simple black converse, black skinny jeans and dark gray hoodie, her hair straight and somewhat dark brown with small hints of light brown mixed in, her sleeves pulled up to her elbows revealing several cuts on both arms each different sizes some obviously newer ones as they were bleeding, she held a small bloody knife in her hand and a pistol at her side, cigarette in the other hand. With a tired, depressed and dead look on her face she said "what top hat? I was busy." "Yeah. Busy. Looks let me in okay? For like thirty minutes." "Eh what if I don't want you in my room?" "Your half ghostly ass never wants me in your room yet you usually let me in because of that." She turns around and points at the cloud of depression slowing down but still coming, "ugh fuck me." The ghost whispers under her breath looking down before looking back up and turning around going back into her room "c'mon top hat. Close the door too." "Sweet thanks Phantom!" "Yeah yeah, great sister and all that shit you know the rules Circus"

Circus walks in to the room closing the door behind her looking around, not much has changed there's still discarded bottles of whiskey, beer, wine, clothes thrown around, fridge still almost empty, still almost no light, books thrown on tables most finished the only three with bookmarks are Alice in Wonderland, Death Note and Yellowstone Ghost Stories, still the same depressing room she knows and wishes were a little better. Circus sits down on the couch dusting what smoke and dirt she can off her white skinny jeans and Panic! At The Disco hoodie, removes her backpack and digs through it for her copy of Alice In Zombieland and opens it to chapter 10 where she left off, hey if she's gonna be stuck in such a depressing room she's gonna read while there's time to kill. She sits and reads for perhaps fifteen minutes before feeling a small familiar weight sit next to her and load Netflix once again playing Heathers while cleaning and bandaging her arms for awhile, at least until they stop bleeding.

"Y'know you really shouldn't do that right?" Circus said watching her half dead sister bandage the cuts.

Yes half dead, she's not all the way dead but not all the way alive, she didn't know how to explain it other than she can't technically die, she can die but it takes a lot. She basically a half ghost half human.

"Yeah, I know but you'd be doing it too if you weren't so fucking optimistic all the time." "Look here the thing, we control certain things in this mind scape thing, you control the dark stuff and I control th-" "happy go lucky bullshit. I know. You keep her balanced and control daydream shit and I keep her in the real world keeping her actual emotions in check and you keep what she uses to hide it. I know. But I can't help it okay? It's all my fault anyway." "What's your fault?" Phantom looks down staring to fidget and tapping her fingers against her knees before muttering "it's nothing of your concern." She returns her attention to the movie.

About thirty minutes later Phantom fell asleep. "You know you need to sleep, eat, at least try yoga" circus whispers looking at phantoms chest rise and fall slowly "I know your hiding something ghosty. But why won't you tell me you can trust me right?" Circus sits there for a moment looking at her sisters bloody bandaged arms. Before she knows it an hour has passed and she's still staring. the blood has dried into the bandages. Circus looks around the mess of Phantoms half of their void. "God, you need to at least try to clean I know your depressed and don't have motivation, believe me I get that way too. That's when she just doesn't have good ideas, when she's tired, when she just gives up on the easiest things." A tear slips down Circus's cheek, then another, one more, one after that, before she knows what's happening she's on the floor in front of the couch sobbing, knees pulled close to her chest, head down in her hands.

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Phantom slowly stirs, not fully awake, not fully there. She need's to recollect herself, to rejoin the living. She can't stay with the dead. Not forever like she would like. As soon as she opens her eyes and her ghost reconnets with her physical body she hears a sob. a painful one, one she's never heard before. It can't be top hat? she doesn't cry, shes the happy go lucky half, she's not supposed to cry. Right? Phantom slowly shifts her head, just enough to see find the source, she'd better not be hearing him again, she can't stand the thought, she refuses to look back on what broke her. When she shifts her head she finds that her sister is in fact crying, she doesn't know to think, she doesn't know what to do. She lays there for a moment watching her sister cry, just silently watching, keeping her breathing silent and steady. She lays there watching for perhaps ten minutes watching Circus' shoulders jolt with every painful sob. She can't look away, she shifts her body until she's sitting up and sliding onto the floor next to her sister. With out thinking she places and arm around her pulling her close whispering things she said before, things that would calm him until he passed "shh, it's okay, you'll be okay, it'll end soon, then things will be better okay? For some the pain doesn't last forever. You'll be okay in the end, maybe I'll see you again someday. Maybe you'll be happier and not it pain. I liked it when you were happy. It made me happy." Circus' crying quiets down and she places her head on Phantoms shoulder tears still streaming down her face.

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Circus never thought words like that would leave Phantoms mouth. She sounded kinda heartbroken like she was talking to someone else, someone on the verge of death.

Death.

That's what she wants. She wants death. She wants to die. Phantom carries a knife and gun on her at all times for two reasons either to kill anything that attacks or to kill herself or cut up her arms and legs. She'd notice the gun was gone but the knife, that's not as noticeable. She could stab herself, or slit her wrists, or her throat. She'd need to do it quick. It would hurt but it would be worth it. She glances at the table, Phantoms knife is laying there so close yet so far. She need to get Phantom away even for a quick moment. She thinks for a moment an idea popping into her head. "Um Ghosty?" "Hm?" "Could you go get me some water or something like that?" "Yeah, I'll be right back okay don't do anything." "Okay." Circus says as phantom gets up and wanders into the dark shadows of her room. Circus jumps up grabbing the knife, no more tears streaming down her cherry colored cheeks, with out a second thought she turns the blade where it's facing just below her rib cage closing her eyes, but before she can do anything she feels someone grab her wrist tightly. She slowly opens her hazel eyes making eye contact with her ghostly sisters dark chocolate brown eyes intensely staring with a pain hidden in them, that same pain she's seen before when phantom breaks down into tears but covering that pain is a strong determination. One she's never seen before. She can't look away, she feels the knife slowly removed from her grasp, Phantom not breaking eye contact.

"Unless you wanna say hello to the council of the dead then I suggest you don't do that and you agree to come with me." Phantom says quietly, almost in a ghostly whisper, like she's getting ready to break away from her physical body. "O-okay? Where are we going?" A smirk creeps along Phantoms face "Oh I do hope you like ghosts my dear top hat." Phantom says as she breaks away into her ghostly form taking Circus with her.

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One second later they're standing in what seems like a mix of Phantoms void and several different time eras. Phantom looks around the area before whistling loudly, on command hundreds of millions of ghosts and spirits appear. Most dressed differently that others.

"WHAT THE FLYING FUCKING FUCK IS THAT?!"

"That my dear Top Hat is Carol. She was executed for witchcraft. Hey Carol!"

"Hey!"

"Um Phantom dear mind telling me WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!"

"Land of the dead."

"Oh. Ok then you know super casual and all but- is that Elvis Presley?"

"No Circus that's Harry Houdini. He can sound just like Elvis. Of course that's Elvis you dumbass."

"Oh. Is that-"

"Yes that's Abraham Lincoln, and Bloody Mary talking over tea and crumpets about politics and war."

"What the fuck?"

"Don't question, just get moving I brought you here to show you a few things." Phantom says pushing her sister forward into the crowd of ghosts.

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Fandom: yay! Welcome to my story! I did this because I was insanely bored. I hope you enjoy it it's only part one. I'm not that great of a writer but hey don't judge me I'm trying! I hope you enjoy this if you decided to read it! Phantom and Circus are OC's of mine don't worry I'm getting descriptions ready for them but I'm pretty sure you can tell which is which. Anyway hope you enjoyed it! Okay byeee!

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