[ p2. ] — GHOST NICE AU
The atmosphere in your apartment was unusually silent. The curtains were closed, the lights off and nothing but your breathing could be heard from your small bedroom.
You didn't really know how long you had been like this. Miserable. Ever since he—no...ever since Nice had killed himself, you didn't really care for your way of living anymore. Things could've been better, that is if you weren't announced of Wreck's death too. The man couldn't take the news of his best friend dying, so, he decided that letting himself fall from a cliff was a much better outcome. You wondered if you should do that too. At least you'd be with them again.
You, Wreck and Nice were the best of friends when you were younger. The only difference is that you've given up on the idea of being a hero, deciding that perhaps a normal civilian life was better for you. And it indeed was. While you were living your life, your two friends were outside, fighting staged fights and occasionally visiting you and hanging out. Whether it was both of them or only just one.
But you don't know what went wrong. Nice was the one who fell out. Something happened, he refused to tell you what. He didn't tell Wreck either. He succumbed to probably nothing other than depression which resulted in killing himself. How you knew he did it? The instant that guy, the one who was impersonating him showed his face to the public. It wasn't Nice. No. Not even close to the man who you knew was close to you. He tried his best, but to someone like you and Wreck, all his tries failed. You instantly knew, that something horrible happened to him, and the worst thing proved to be true :
When that man— what was his name? Lin Ling?— yes, when Lin Ling announced flat out on the TV how Treeman tried to cover Nice's death by making him impersonate him. You have always told Nice that company is no good, but he never believed you. Well, until proven right you guess.
Your eyes shot up at the ceiling, looking at the fan you blinked slowly and got up to go to the bathroom. Walking slowly to the door, you turned the doorknob and turned on the light, walking to look at yourself in the mirror.
Upon seeing your face, you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Your finger went up to your neck, touching what seemed to be something akin to a mosquito bite. “This again? The other ones just disappeared like, yesterday dammit” You looked annoyed in the mirror before your eyes slowly fell to the collar of your pajama shirt.
“Holy fuck holy fuck, is that—”
You pulled your collar down to reveal a dark bite mark. The worst thing? Is that the bite looked nothing like an animal one. Instead, it looked like a human bite. Which was horribly disturbing. “Who in the hell...?”
What even was the explanation for this? No one got in your house. At least that's what you think. And if they did? They never left a trace. Everything was always the way you left it. Who could even be behind this? Looking back at yourself, you slowly started noticing more marks and one more bite on your collar bone.
Who the fuck could be even doing this? And how didn't you notice it before? Did- did they come in your sleep?? That could be the only explanation. But why didn't you wake up? That makes no damn sense.
You swallowed, a drip of sweat dropping from your forehead, trying to connect something that would help you figure out what happened.
Then you heard it. It was faint, but it was there. A laugh, a damn laugh. Someone was here. And that someone was closer than you thought.
You froze starting at the mirror. That's when you felt them. Two hands. One on your neck, not squeezing, but putting pressure, letting you know it's there. And the other, grabbing at your waist.
The worst part? No one was even behind you. You could feel the touch, but you couldn't see the person. You heard another faint giggle. Before you felt a lick.
“HEY! Who in the hell are you?! And why can't I see you?!” You shivered when you felt teeth scraping at your neck, a slight blush of embarrassment and shame creeping on your face.
You looked at the mirror, squinting your eyes, trying to make out the person behind you. In a flash, your eyes widened at the very familiar, and only visible white sleeve on your neck.
There's no damn way...this is...real... right?...
Your thoughts spiraled when you felt yet another thing on your body. And when you looked down, on your arm was a single drop of blood, falling down on the floor.
“Where is that... coming...from...?”
Your words died in your throat after being met with the gaze in the mirror. Behind you, rested Nice. Nice. Your best friend. Nice. Only, he wasn't ...alive was he? His head was full of blood, dripping down and staining the floor. His body? Visible. But if you struggled, you could see he was slightly transparent.
His blue eyes met yours, looking into them, deep. But you couldn't shake the blush of your face when you saw the way he stared at you. His smile widened, becoming a smirk. He opened his mouth again and licked at the fresh bite you've woken up with.
Another giggle followed. This time, you knew it was from him
“Did you truly think I left you behind?”
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( special thanks to Elalalune on Twitter bc her art inspired me )