ME I WANT IT !!!!
and you shall receive it my dear anon!!!
“Hello,” Max greets the ghost as he reaches over for his pizza. “You and I are going to have a little mukbang, Charlie, if you’re here that is,” he snorts around a mouthful of food. “So, if you wanna make your presence known or something, go ahead. I’m here until I finish this cold ass pizza, mate!”
A moment of silence passes, one that Max doesn’t even bother filling in with empty words. He deems the radio's white noise in the background to be enough. He wants to finish at least one slice before he has to properly get into this bullshit. Halfway through the slice, the radio goes silent — something that’s never happened before, that box is like a never ending cause of headaches — and there’s a tentative, almost too quiet to be picked up sound.
Bonjour?
The cacophony is back and just like that Max bursts into laughter. Since when can they get to the French channels? And more importantly, was that Celine Dion?
“Right, yes, of course! Bonjour, Charles! My name’s Max, can you say that back to me so that we can pretend you’re real?”
Fuck — you.
He laughs again, because hey, at least they’re getting some sort of content out of it. Even if the ghost is feisty and will probably stop making sense after this one, the fans will enjoy it. Biting back a fuck you of his own, Max makes himself comfortable on the grass. He has a feeling that if Charles does exists, he’s going to keep this shit going somehow.
“Yes, yes, lovely meeting you too, ghostly ghost. So, wanna tell me anything fun or should I deal the cards this round?”
The combined voices of the members of legendary boy band One Direction come through with a single beautiful. Without his accord, Max's cheeks go pink. He buries his face in the pizza box and thanks the Heavens above that he’s filming in the dark.
“Bet Danny is gonna be jealous that I’m getting that ghost bussy,” he mutters into the mic. He has an audience to entertain, not a possible sexuality crisis to attend to. Yes, he knows he is bisexual, Daniel made sure of that ages ago, but realizing he's into a ghost — even one as hot as Charles — is where Max decides to draw the line. “I get you spent years alone, mate, but you can’t flirt with the first man you see! Have some respect, I’m sure you have plenty of ghost suitors! You were quite pretty—” Max coughs to stop himself from saying more dumb shit he will regret later. Why the fuck is he acting as if someone is here with him? This isn’t like him! Did Daniel slip some of his edible shit into the pizza while he wasn't looking?
The radio changes channels again, this time faster than before. Max's head spins with the amount of noises surrounding him. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, his temples pulsating with pain.
“If you don’t stop, I will turn it off.”
The radio stops. Silence engulfs the garden. Max doesn’t even question it anymore, the night has proved itself to be too much for him to comprehend.
“That doesn’t mean turn the box off yourself, ghosty.” He sighs and puts the pizza away, closing the box gently. With a softer tone, he says, “just… less shuffling, more communication. How does that sound?”
As if afraid, the spirit box picks up speed again, but never as grating as it got to be before he interfered. The ghost — Charles — just changes post after post, never settling on one, nor making any sense.
You — Came — Fox — Burning — Me — In today’s news — Please — Can — With you — Still make it work — You and me —
Max nods along, pretending to understand what the ghost is trying to say. Wait, no, there’s no ghost here. He’s alone and the spirit box is doing its job of scanning through frequencies at a rapid pace. He’s losing his goddamn mind.
“So a fox… burned you… and you want something to do with me, hm?” Max stands up, judging everything to be enough. He picks up the spirit box and tells Charles, “you can come with me, fuck it. I really don’t give a shit if you wanna kill me, I’m so bored back home you may as well bring some spice into our lives. So ghosty, I hereby remove thee from the shackles that bind you to this house, yada yada, in the name of the father, son and holy spirit, amen.”
