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Dream Tart
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>"also... "crawled out of a gutter" What? Is that normal for ghosts?"
Pretty sure. Something about your soul violently detaching from your body that makes it wake up not that close to it. I woke up at a truck stop. Though I'm not incorporeal, duh. Sometimes undead wake up next to their bodies, though I don't know if that's lucky or just, y'know... If that sucks ass.
>"Ask him if he believes in life after death."
It'd be a little hard not to, I guess, unless you're catastrophically ignorant. Over half the population of this town was alive once, and now aren’t anymore. Or never were, sometimes. We're mostly life after death. Heaven? Don't know about that one. I've heard of ghosts growing faint, though, forgotten or just... losing strength. Electricity. and disappearing. Whatever comes next isn't my business.
I hesitate, searching this guy's face for any signs of vague recollection. "Ddddoooees it?"
"Dunno!"
I make a noise. This is probably useless, but, "was it a long one? short one? Anything about cheese?"
The ghost just laughs, airy, strange, not really there but definitely audible. Wispy, I think. "Cheese? That'd be awful. I'd want to be something like, euh, well. I guess being called Sentinel would be pretty neat. Or the Groomsman of the Crypt. Something fitting, y'know?"
"Haha, yeah." Definitely useless. "Uh, also," I look back at Copper, who's trying to cover the body with his body. Subtly. "I mean, you're a lot more... uh. I mean, a lot more, uh... ghosty than I, but as you can see, I have no problem with wearing things." I pull at the pockets of my raincoat to demonstrate. "Know where we are?"
The ghost looks around, like he just remembered be barged into a crime scene. He says, "somewhere kind of bleak, yes?" then, "a little bit depressing," and finally, "and next to a dead guy."
"All true things. Uh, day of the week?"
He frowns. "Sunday?"
This was a stupid thing to ask, and I don't know the answer to it either. Maybe it is Saturday. Dumbass. I clap my hands together, phalanges and metacarpals loudly clacking together in the mostly quiet alleyway. "So like, you're a ghost, right?"
He looks at me, nodding. The movement of his head makes it seem like he's shifting, his body moving from one place to another without really moving. It feels like I'm staring at a strobe light.
"So, uh. You know how ghosts are, uh..." Eloquent! Great! Awesome! "How they sometimes... How they come from alive people?"
"Yep!"
"So that means, you know. That you also were once an alive people."
"Whaaaaaaaat," the ghost replies. "Nooooooo."
"Really, it's true. And the just really great thing is that we know just pretty much exactly where your once alive person is right now."
He tries to grab my hands, but hasn't learnt how to focus on them and they phase directly through. It'd be cold and a little clammy if I could feel it, so I’ve been told. He stares at where his hands are directly through mine, baffled. "No waaaaay," he says.
"Way. Way." Hard part. "So, you died, right?"
A frown. "Huh? I mean, I guess. I mean, I'm here now though, right?"
It's starting to dawn on me that maybe this guy is just a little bit stupid. Like, he's definitely loopy from the dying part, and he'll get a little better over the next week, but he's definitely just also a little bit stupid. "Yeah, but dead. You got killed."
"Oh." His mouth forms the letter, and they're quiet for a little bit. Behind them, the cat jumps off the garbage container, stretches languidly, and sniffs the fingers of the corpse, peeking out from Cooper's suit jacket. The ghost's eyes follow it. "Well, I guess if I had to go, that's... Well, it's a way!"
It is a way. "Sooooooo," I nudge Copper with my calcaneus. "You're this guy. Not the one with the teeth, but the dead guy. The one the teeth guy has his elbows on."
"Huh!" He squints, trying to get a look. "At least I had good shoes. Have! I've still gottem!"
Alright, well. I guess that's as good as I can be at telling a dude he got murdered. "You've sure still gottem. But you're dead. And that's your body. You're a ghost. From a dead person."
"Yep!"
Alright! Well, nice. I learnt absolutely nothing!
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